Not Love But Married

Angry Father

"Rania, where's my shirt?".

Father Mom immediately glared at the man bare-chested, with a high posture and athleticism, and only wearing long jeans limited to the bottom of the navel, so clearly showing the abdominal muscles, so clearly, who is now standing on the doorstep of Rania's room. His right hand was busy rubbing his eyes which were still half closed because he had just woken up.

"Astaghfirullah's... ", Mother immediately lowered her gaze down, holding her chest that was about to explode so shocked.

While the Father was still staring fixedly full of anger at the man in front of him, until finally the man realized and repeatedly blinked his eyes to see Father Mother who was sitting on the sofa.

He stood with his hunting breath.

"Sir."., call Rania in a raucous voice crying, holding your right hand.

"Who are you?!".

*

Arsha woke up from her sleep hearing a voice like a crying person from outside the room, her eyes still narrowed at the door that was still tightly closed. Curiosity made him step foot into the door of the room, wanting to know immediately what was going on out there. Arsha opened the door wide, trying to sharpen her eyes by gently rubbing her right eye. Without a second thought he immediately said,

"Rania, where's my shirt?"

Arsha opened her eyes again so that her eyes were clearer. Instantly, his breath clenched on his neck, staring at the two people sitting on the sofa, the middle-aged man and the woman with his broad veil, who were staring at him sharply. Arsha turned her head down, looking at Rania who was sitting tight holding the knee of the woman sitting in front of her. His shoulders seemed to shake, as if he was crying, she said she spoke her crying voice with the woman sitting in front of him.

"Who are you?!", asked the Father in a loud voice.

Arsha stared confusedly, her eyes alternately staring at the three people in front of her.

'Who are they? Are they Rania's parents?',

He immediately brushed off the hand of Rania who was holding her hand, then stepped forward to approach Arsha.

"Sir... ", Rania immediately stood in the way of the Father, standing right in front of the Father and holding his arm.

"Please listen to Rania talk first, Rania will explain everything, you don't misunderstand me first.".

"What do you want to explain, Ra? You have disappointed Father! You're ashamed of your behavior, you've only been here five months, but you've been like this, Ra! What do you mean by moving from home and want to be independent?", Mr pointed at Rania's shoulder with his index finger, angry and disappointed with the reality he saw in the princess only wayangnya.

Arsha looked at the man who was scolding Rania, 'apparently right, they are Rania's parents'.

"I'm sorry, sir, I... ".

"Sir Arsha, please enter the room first. Let me explain to my parents", Rania cut off Arsha's words quickly, without looking at Arsha.

Arsha was speechless, 'how is this?', it seemed like Rania would be scolded all out by her parents.

"Rania, let you solve this problem!", said the Father still with a loud voice.

"Sir Arsha, I beg you to go to the room first", Rania pleaded with a voice holding back crying, it was impossible to let Arsha talk to you just bare-chested like that.

Arsha went straight into the room, walking back and forth in the room. 'What is this? Why could Rania's parents be so angry?'.

Rania again pulled my hand to sit next to Mom who was still crying as much as she wanted. Rania took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before starting to talk to her parents.

"Mr.. Mother.. Rania apologized for upsetting Mr. Mother, really this is not what you think, this is a misunderstanding, Rania has to straighten it out.".

You can see that he sighed, turning his face to look at the door of the room that was now closed again.

"So who is he, Ra?", asked the Father who began to suppress his voice.

"He's... ", Rania paused for a moment, taking her breath back before continuing her words.

"He's Mr. Arsha, Rania's boss at the office."

The father immediately looked at Rania back with a sharp gaze, "What!! Your boss in the office??".

"I.iya Sir, his name is Mr. Arsha. "

"Keep why to get into the house, even.", I sighed, as if unable to continue his words.

"Mother please listen to Rania first, Father don't misunderstand me like this."

"How come you're not angry, Ra!! There's a man coming into your house, sleeping in your room, and naked like that!", you raise his voice again.

Rania bowed lethargic, confused about where to explain it to her parents.

"Hurry up and call him, Ra! You want to talk to him!".

"Sir, let Rania be clear. "

Rania looked at the Father whose face had been flushed with anger, well this was her fault, naturally Father Mother was very disappointed with her. Rania was bowed lethargic, confused as to how else to explain it, maybe later her Boss could help her explain this misunderstanding.

"Yes sir, Rania called for a minute. ".

Rania was silent for a moment, then stepped into the kitchen to meet the monk Inah who had listened to their debate from behind with a feeling of sadness.

"Bude, where's Arsha's dress?".

"Yes Allah mbak, who is patient mbak, InshaAllah Father Mother will understand. Bude helped, but was confused", said Bik Inah with a voice holding back tears.

"Yes bude, no papa. Arsha's clothes where is bude?", Rania repeated his question to Bik Inah.

"His head is still wet mbak, because the material of the shirt is a bit slippery so long dry."

"Why, Inah?", asked Mother who followed Rania into the kitchen. Bik Inah immediately approached Mom and invited shaking hands.

"Mom, Rania's not wrong, ma'am. By Allah, Ms. Rania did not do anything strange, I dare to swear, Ma'am", bik Inah tried to help Rania, convincing Mother not to misunderstand.

"Yes, Nah. Let me solve this problem later. Rania, you've been waiting for Mr.", Rania nodded slowly.

Bik Inah rushed to pick up a t-shirt from his room that was deliberately placed near the fan of his room with the aim of letting it dry quickly, but it was still damp and wet because the material was rather thick.

"Bude please give the shirt to Mr. Arsha. "

Mom stared at the shirt that Inah's mother was carrying, which was still hanging from the hanger, and then held it a little.

"The book is still wet, let's wear your clothes first, pity later even catch a cold."

That's Mom, as angry and as disappointed as anything, still her heart is soft and attentive to others. Rania smilingly looked at Mother who still had a flat face and was reluctant to look at her. 'Astaghfirullahalazim.forgiving the servant of Allah... '.

*

Arsha sat quietly in the small chair that had been taken from the living room, facing right in front of the Father who was still looking at him closely with his serious face and furrowed eyebrows. Wearing a white cocoa dress has a Father who looks small on his shoulders and arms, but was forced to wear it also because the Father forced to talk right now. While Rania was sitting under Mom's feet, on the carpet holding one of her mother's legs, with her face bowed lethargic. His eyes looked puffy because he had finished crying.

Andra was still sound asleep in the room, not disturbed by the commotion that occurred at this time.

The father let out a long sigh, before starting to speak, trying to dampen the anger that had been urged to come out of his chest.

"So what's your name?".

"I'm Arsha, sir. I am the leader of Rania in the office", said Arsha slowly and carefully.

"How old are you now?", Arsha glanced at Rania who was still speechless with a face that was bowed deeply.

"35 years, sir", answered Arsha briefly, confused by the meaning of the question.

"You're not married?".

Arsha was silent, only able to look at you question markingly.

"You're a muslim, right?".

Arsha replied by nodding her head slowly, staring confusedly at Father.

"Yes sir, I'm a Muslim."

"I want to meet your parents."

Arsha's face shriveled, confused by what the Father said. "Sorry, Sir. Why do you want to meet my parents?".

"Sir, Rania please, I heard Rania's explanation first. Mr. Arsha is only the leader of Rania in the office of Pak.. "

"And what?!", cut off the Father quickly, looked at Rania sharply, Rania immediately fell silent, afraid that the Father was getting angry.

"Sir, you don't misunderstand me, Rania and I have absolutely nothing to do. We are just colleagues in the office ", Arsha said trying to explain.

"No relationship but have dared to stay and sleep in my son's room! That means?! What kind of big city is it like this?! free to associate with the opposite sex without restrictions, and forget the rules of religion?! Keep you free just going in and out of the house of people who have not been muhrimnya!", Mr. shook his head that feels began to pulsate.

"But I'm not doing anything negative in this house, sir. "

"Not doing anything negative here? You're naked in my son's house. Is that not a negative thing called?".

"That's because.. ", arsha was silent, confused what else to say to the Father who looked still covered in anger. He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes tightly, like he was thinking hard to solve this problem.

"Today, you must get married!".