Not the Forbidden Miss

Four - This is my Husband Candidate

Mas Azril still looked at me not blinking. He must be surprised I can cook. Since I first got married I never cooked at all, because Ms Azril always forbade me to do anything at home. I get bored at home sometimes what I want, because there are already people doing everything.

“Why see me so?” my many.

“I—ini you are cooking?” asked Mas Azril with a curious look.

“Iya, Mas?” softly answered.

“You can cook as well as this?” Mas Azril did not believe I could cook, but he knew I had a culinary business, the menu in my restaurant was also all my recipes, and it was all the best seller menu.

“Yes, can! This is already cooked cuisine, can already be eaten and enjoyed, Mas?” my answer.

“Mbak Asih, no lie, right? Is this true of all the Mala that cook?” Not satisfied with my answer, Mas Azril asked Mbak Asih.

Mbak Asih nodded as he replied, “Iya, right, this is the cuisine of Mbak Mala.”

“No idea you can cook, Mal?” said wonder. “This is so good, you made my breakfast add again, and again,” praise by taking the side dish again, and a little rice.

“Yakin nih, want to add?” I can't believe it, because Mas Azril never ate until it went like this.

Azril ate with his heart. This morning I felt that my cooking could divert the world of Mas Azril. Before breakfast he looked confused, and could not escape from his phone, but after breakfast, he forgot all about it. His eyes sparkled as he was satisfied with the taste of the cuisine that matched his tongue. He was constantly praising my cooking. I'm happy, happy, to have made my husband like this, but there are still feelings that still linger in my heart. About Farah, and about the words of Mas Azril who wanted to marry Farah, when he called Farah.

“Mas, today I went to Werehouse, huh? Want to see the production of the new Game, which will soon be louching. I also have to meet the fabric supplier, as well as going to the Notary Office and PPAT, want to take care of the house problems that I yesterday described,” my farewell to Mas Azril.

“Kok suddenly? You don't want me to drop off?” ask mas Azril.

“Do not, Mas. Later I will be the same driver,” I replied.

“So the house is yours, or from father and mother?” ask Mas Azril.

“I actually bought it, Mom. Thank God the results of Rumanah, the business I started from scratch. Alhamdulillah already Go International,” I replied.

Rumanah is my brand name. Gamis, khimar, mukenah, and other Muslim clothing. After graduating High School I went to college majoring in Fashion Designer, I continued to develop my talents from High School. Since Junior High I have liked to draw sketches of Muslim clothes, because from Junior High I have been wearing hijab, I want my clothes look fashionable, I design my own clothes, I draw my own sketches, I have my own sketches, then I gave it to my tailor-made bude.

It turns out the results make me stunned, I can make a dress design that according to bude sold in the market. Bude also always makes clothes from my designs. Then it was displayed in a mannequin in the display room, and it turned out to sell well. I am often given to share the results of my bud. Therefore, I want to hone my talent, and create Rumanah, a brand that has only been seven years, but has been able to Go International.

Yes, seven years Rumanah has become a favorite of mothers, teenagers, and children. Rumanah launching when I was in third grade High School. I was given capital from Dad, I developed it, I asked for help from bude children who can sew, who can cut, and all I prepared at that time. Until now, I have been able to return the capital money from Dad, until I have a factory, which I will enlarge later after the land business is finished, I have a lot of crew, many employees, many employees, and it is not free from my persistence, nor the prayers of loved ones.

“It turns out your silence is gold huh, Mal? You secretly have something I just don't know. I know Rumanah has not been that big, Mal,” praise Mas Azril.

“It was also because of my tenacity, Mas? Even Rumanah stood up when I was not in college, yes I was in third grade High School, I helped Bude, and other families to develop the business. That's why I don't want to go to college, because so I can while monitoring my business,” I explained.

“Then the restaurant and store Chicken geprek that hits it belongs to whom?” ask Mas Azril.

“Mine on me, Mas. Uh no, that's cooperation with Mas Aqib, same Mas Arsya as well. So it's like sharing the results of the system, but I'm the most expensive part, because all the menu recipes in the resto from all of me,”.

“Apparently multitalenta once my wife, yes?” puji Mas Azril's.

“Yes that is, indeed I was like this from a long time ago,” replied I pride myself.

“It's not wrong that my mom chose you for me, Mal,” she said by looking at me lovingly.

Yeah, the drama's starting again. They didn't mistake me for you, Mom! But you're wrong! You have a wife, but you still mention another woman's name in your prayers, and I just plainly hear you love her very much.  Then, this morning, you called her, and said you wanted to marry her? So easy as you say you're going to be polygamous? Don't you think how your mom would feel if she knew all that? The life bet, Mas! Your mama has heart disease, hear the bad news can drop, let alone hear her son wants to marry again and hide?

“Mal, mas might be home a little night, huh? Want to have business with field workers later in the afternoon, maybe meeting until night,” pamitnya.

“Yes, it's okay, Mas. As long as you go home, don't go home to another woman!” my reply slightly pressed his tone.

“Loh how do you say that?”

Mas Azril asked with a facial expression that was difficult to interpret. Like he already knew that I already knew his mission for polygamy.

“Yes just the time, Mas? Many you know the husband who said he was meeting but turned out to go home to his mistress? Or to his girlfriend's house? Yeah, I believe it's not possible! Newly married people want to have a mistress? Anyway if mama knows, can down mama?” my spoken.

Let me talk like that, let him think! His mother's life was at stake if he wanted polygamy. If I, I was just hurt, and maybe it could be an inner pressure if Mas Azril really wanted to propose polygamy.

^^^

This afternoon, I'll meet the man from the Notary. We made an appointment to meet at the office, but this afternoon he was busy, so we usually met outside, and in the afternoon. It's a good thing the guy from the Notary's office is female, so I don't feel like I'm meeting a guy outside. Because if I have to take Mas Aqib or Mas Arsya with me, so that there is no slander, I am now a wife, so I have to keep my husband's good name.

I've arrived at the restaurant. I use a taxi, because the driver I have told you to go home to deliver Ma'am Asih shopping for kitchen and other supplies.

“Good afternoon, with Mbak Safarah Aulia?” I asked the figure of a sweet woman with straight hair shoulder to shoulder with a ribbon embedded in her hair.

“Iya, right. Good afternoon, what's that Sister named Nirmala Prameswari?”

“Iya, right,” I replied.

“Oh, please sit down, Ma'am,” he said allowing me to sit in front of him.

We immediately discussed the topic to be discussed, while waiting for the order. With a straightforward woman named Safarah explained with detail, so that it could be understood by me. We talked for about half an hour. We discussed our conversation by enjoying the food that Safarah ordered

“Some of you don't understand, Ms Mala?” ask Safarah.

“I will read the documents again can?” my answer.

“Iya, please,” answer.

I carefully read again, Safara was busy with her phone, while sipping the juice she ordered. Occasionally a sweet smile appeared on his face. I glanced at him at a glance, he waved his hand forward, either waving in the direction of whom I did not know. I do not want to refuse, maybe there is a friend of him who came to see him too, I just continue reading some sheets of paper from Safara.

“Hai ... long wait?” ask a man to Safarah. I seemed familiar with his voice, but I did not want to see him in the slightest, for fear that my guess was true.

“Lumayan, thirty minutes,” he replied. It's like they're kissing each other.

“I miss ...,” says Safarah with spoiled.

“Sama, continue the work first, I'm waiting here, huh? It's okay, right?” said the man.

With a rumbling chest, I continued reading some sheets of paper from Safarah. I heard the voice of that man again. Yes, exactly the same, with the voice of Mas Azril.

“Mbak, may ya, my future husband sit here?” ask Safarah.

“Iya, Ma'am. Please,” I replied with a lowered smile. My heart has already rumbled, like a terrible hurricane.

“Oh yes, Mas. This is my client, her name is Madam Mala. He's a very successful young entrepreneur, huh, Mas? Have a factory that produces Muslim clothes, have a restaurant, very great Madam Mala this.” With praise and courtesy he introduced me to the man.

“Mala?” he said the man with a trembling voice.

“Iya, Mas,” Safarah replied. “Mbak Mala, this is my future husband, his name is Mas Azril,” said Safarah introduced her future husband, who is none other than my husband.

I dare to look at Mas Azril. With shock she looked at me, my eyes were getting hot, my chest was tight, my breath was hunting, my whole body was limp, but I had to be strong. I call the Asma of God in my heart, to strengthen myself. My husband turned out to meet Farah, and Safarah turned out to be Farah whom Mas Azril always mentioned in his prayers.

This is what my honeymoon candidate looks like? Oh Allah ... What was my dream last night? This afternoon I met my husband who was seeing another woman, and she said Mas Azril was her future husband.

“Greetings, Sir. I'm sorry I was so annoying. Mbak Safarah is exaggerated to say it?” I said as I lowered my head and cupped my palms together in front of Mas Azril.

“Iya, greetings. I seem to bother you guys,” said Mas Azril.

“Oh it's okay. We're done, sir?” my answer. “Mbak Safarah smart looking for a future husband, yes?” my praise.

“Mbak Mala can be?” said it.

“What matters is not the husband of the person, Ma'am?” my spoken.

“Eh ... not dong Mbak?” said nervous.

I just smiled, I grabbed my glass, I sipped the juice I ordered to cool my body which was already boiling.

“It looks like it's done, doesn't it, Mbak Safarah?” my many.

“Iya, Ma'am. Later can continue to the office only,” he replied.

“Iya, maybe Mbak wants to have business with his future husband,” I said by glancing at Mas Azril.

“Iya, we want to meet my parents out of town, then find a dress for our wedding,” Safarah said.

She's a crazy girl! Am I his wife? How can you marry my husband without my permission, Farah!

I'm coming home, it hurts so bad this chest. I stopped the taxi, I went straight in and my tears that I couldn't hold were now spilling over my palms.