Not a Girl Again

Part 8's

"As long as what, Ma?"

"Don't hurt him."

Mama Aji smiled as she passed. Leaving the pensive Aji with a surprise today. He still could not believe why his mother could change one hundred and eighty degrees. Very inversely proportional to the first who had opposed the existence of Naswa.

***

Bakda Isya, Aji's family prepares to go to Naswa's house. For some reason now the man felt cold sweat running down his palm. Either for fear of rejection or for fear of meeting Naswa. Remembering an unpleasant event never happened.

During the fifteen minute journey, no conversation was thrown. Silence still holds the car mood. Just as the clock was showing at half-eight in the evening, the white car had stopped in front of Naswa's house.

"Don't be nervous, Ji. Remember your age is not ABG anymore, the time is still trembling to lamar chick?!" Papa Aji started teasing his son.

Aji smiled at a glance. This time it was different. Even though he has had meetings with other business leaders. However, it is different from the current position. Just imagine there is a sense of doubt that began to come storming.

"Don't think negatively. You can, son!" whispered Papa Aji.

The family approached the door. They were tapping expectantly. Inside the house, a knock on the door made Naswa's father move from his seat. After Pontu opened, the surprised look of the man was unable to hide anymore.

"Assalamualaik." Papa Aji said hello and shook Naswa's father's hand.

"Vaalaikumussalam. Please come in!"

Not long after sitting down, Naswa's mother came a little stirred. No different from her husband. He was shocked by the arrival of the Aji family.

"Is Naswa there, Mom?" ask Aji without saying stale.

The middle-aged woman immediately nodded and darted into her son's room. I don't know why it feels like there are flowers that start to wrap around the heart of Mother Naswa. His instincts say that there will be something happy.

The knock on the door with a slightly loud sound made Naswa move. The woman was focused on reading the book until she was not aware that there were guests in her house. In no hurry he opened the door. Showing his mother's joy.

"What's up, Mom? Why smile?"

"Someone wants to see you."

Without waiting for approval, Naswa's mother immediately dragged her son to the living room. Just as Naswa's feet arrived in the living room, a sense of surprise greeted his inner self. After that, the nervousness began to wander.

"Well, sit next to Daddy, son!"

Naswa obeyed the order. He looked down and sat down beside his father. A moment of silence was dominant in the room.

In silence, Aji was still trying to string the right words together. As he had been thinking for a little while, the man expressed his intentions as well. As before, still with a firm and loud voice.

"I am Aji Mahendra, intending to propose Naswa Farida to be my wife."

Naswa fluttered with his head looking up. His eyes rubbed with Aji. It creates a sensation of urination in different hearts. Can't be described anymore.

"How, Son?"

Naswa's father looked at his son's netra. Without a hopeful or demanding look. This time all the decisions were handed over to Naswa. There is no pressure or pressure.

"As has passed. Naswa's question remains the same. Would Aji accept me for who I am if I wasn't a girl anymore?"

Aji looked up at the man again looking at Naswa. "I accept you for who you are."

Naswa lowered his head to hide his net which seemed to be hunted by the eagle netra Aji. The woman's lips could not yet give an answer. Until that question returns his ears.

"How, Naswa? Do you need time to think?"

Naswa nodded and looked up. "I accept you."

It felt like there was a butterfly that suddenly soared in Aji's heart. The man could not hide his smile. A big and sincere smile.

"What if ijab qabul is carried out now? It can be repeated at the reception in a week."

Papa Aji's idea made everyone look at him. Naswa's father nodded in agreement. The man thinks that good things are not good if they are delayed.

"How, Ji?"

"Ehm I depend on Naswa only. If—"

"That's your model! In the heart must have wanted to spout tho?!" Mama Aji teases her son.

Everyone is smiling. I don't know since when Naswa smiled too. The woman only realized that her in-laws were not as scary as she had ever thought.

"Yes, Ma. Ja. Then, what dowry does Naswa want?" Aji asked.

"Just be sure" replied Naswa.

"Money a hundred thousand?"

Naswa. Assented. Nothing more to say. Today's surprise was able to create a crescent moon arch on his lips.

Finally, that night a promise was able to thrill his arsy. A promise is not to live. However, a promise to wade through life together toward His jannah.

***

"So Aji's coming home, huh, Ma?" Aji asked as she looked at her parents.

After a session of ijab qabul that enough to make his chest pounding. Now Aji's question made laughter flow in the room. Compared to Naswa who was inwardly anxious with her husband's questions.

"Oh, you want to go home? Leaving your wife alone—"

"No, Ma. That is to say, our marriage was just religiously legal. So I'm good to go home or what?"

"Ohhh. Yeah, you stay here, Ji. The newlyweds of yes time have to split the bed!" Papa Aji raises his eyebrows.

The atmosphere in the house was now boisterous with laughter. Aji could only stroke her chest so that her patience increased and did not decrease. There was always a joke about him.

"We're going home first, sir, Mom! Sorry if there's been any mistake we've made." Mama Aji said with a warm smile.

The two families greet each other and are friendly. After the white car left the yard. They entered the house.

"Sir Aji slept in Naswa's room, yes!"

Aji nodded as he followed where Naswa was going. They still keep their distance. Maybe because I was afraid to start.

The creaking of the door opened making Aji's daydreams crumble. Naswa room is neat with a dominant purple color. The man's netra combed and researched whatever was there.

"Your room is good."

"That's it, huh? Not really!"

"I think it's good."

Nothing else can be the subject of conversation. They are still awkward with the new status. Status is not a joke anymore.

"Not yet sleepy?" Aji asked while glancing at Naswa.

The woman shook her head. Lucky the bed in his room is a little big. So, there is still a distance between Aji and him.

"You want to play something?"

Naswa frowned. He was a little surprised by Aji's thought. However, the nod made the man smile.

"You choose truth or dare?" ask Aji.

"Truth."

"Who's the most beautiful ex?" Aji asked because she wanted to know.

"Nothing! His name is former, definitely not the most beautiful."

"You choose truth or dare?"

Aji was silent for a moment. Think about the opportunities that will occur. Naswa clucked because the man looked annoying.

"Splash! I've been so fucking hungry."

"But!"

Naswa looked at Aji. "Okay, I don't want to give you a challenge. Put something you want."

Without further ado and with spontaneity Aji landed his lips on Naswa's cheek. "He said that the wife's name was the same as the wife's. So consider it a challenge tonight."

Naswa. His heart was racing twice as fast. The touch was able to make the fur of the romance bristling. That's just a kiss on the cheek, so what if the other one?

Tbc, Gaese.