Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..
It is like the law of Ithar
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The rustling sound of the beach wind as if whispering to the jet black sand that reported that someone had so fallen in a sense that returned wrong. And I don't know how long Ma'am Hafiza is still standing on the beach and leaving her face soft by the wind that blows. His little hijab waved like a palm leaf that was also dancing nari through the tone of the shahdu debur waves that continue to chase.
It is not without reason Mbak Hafiza continues to stand on the beach to calm his mind at this time, it happened because a week ago after the graduation event, which was held, mbak Hafiza's parents said that someone would come to propose to her house. And without asking for approval from Ma'am Hafiza, her parents decided that she would be happy along with the choice that her parents had already agreed to.
And the anxiety of Mbak Hafiza is increasingly becoming when Mother Ikah spoke last night after sorogan. "Come home tomorrow morning, Miss Fiza. Help the parents to leave everything behind, tomorrow my family and I will be there." She said with a friendly smile that never left her face.
And this is where Mbak Hafiza now stands in pomegranate. His tawadhuk towards his parents and teacher was split by a sense that might belong to him alone. Because after a short conversation with Mas Naufal when he hitchhiked in Mas Naufal's car two years ago, his heart easily moved towards admiring the figure of Mas Naufal compared to Mas Ali who had been reigning in his heart for years.
And so unlucky himself, because after that moment at all Mas Naufal did not discuss anything and seemed to give distance to Mbak Hafiza. Also rarely visit Ndalem Abi Farid, even though Mas Naufal only briefly, sometimes Mbak Hafiza also did not have the opportunity to just greet with Mas Naufal.
His heart was indeed very insolent, because it had hoped for the moonlight for him, even though it was far below the black clouds, while the moonlight could not penetrate the pitch of the black clouds.
"Za, told to go home with your mother, your prospective fiancee's entourage has come." The voice of Mbak Hafiza's cousin disperse the anxiety that had been brought up earlier.
"Yes. I'm going home." Ma'am Hafiza was flat, and slowly Mbak Hafiza left his place by trying to set his heart to the choice of parents and teachers.
What else could Hafiza's sister do other than that, because to choose obviously would not be able for her, because she was not Ning Afiqah, she said, or the son of someone who has abundant property so that it can be as good as his heart rejects the lamarna that comes. With him being asked both from his family and his family, and his teacher was blessed, was it not very honorable for him.
The taste also does not have to just get into place, because the taste that does not get into place will actually be a beautiful story if remembered later.
Mbak Hafiza walked slowly into the yard of his narrow house through the back yard, and from the place running can be seen 3 cars that are lined up in the narrow entrance hallamanan house.
"His mother has also come." Mumam Mbak Hafiza when he saw the family car Abi Farid, and immediately entered his house through the back door.
"Here's the candidate for the spell." Said Sister-in-law Mbak Hafiza and quickly Mother Mbak Hafiza meyongsong her daughter.
"Where have you been, Za. Look at your face so greasy." Said Mother Ma'am Hafiza while wiping the sweat of Mbak Hafiza who arrived came because of gugub. "Sir, get the powder over the fridge." Continue Mother Mbak Hafiza while wiping the face of Mbak Hafiza with a cloth that has been wet first.
"Your mother, Fiza." Said Mbak Hafiza stopped in the esophagus when he saw the netra his mother panned happily while opening a small powder in her hand and after that immediately put the powder on the face of the white Mba Hafiza.
"What did you say.?" Ask Mother Ma'am Hafiza while looking at Netra The youngest daughter who since childhood has been taken by Mother Ikah.
"Not so, Buk. Fiza is just gugub." Answer Ma'am Hafiza.
"That's for sure, what else are you guys.."
"Not to go on, Nik. Your guests are waiting." Said his mother Mbak Hafiza and then quickly gave a tray containing tea to Mbak Hafiza. "You're taking this out into the living room." Mother Ma'am Hafiza.
"But, Buk. Fiza's shy." Said Ma'am Hafiza.
"Same mother Mbak Nanik will also be there, in case Mbak does not wonder what your Gus is." Either because he was so nervous or too focused on this application event, so Mbak Hafiza did not spoil the speech of his Sister-in-law who said he wanted to see Gus Mbak Hafiza.
Drooping deeply along with the pounding on his blaring chest, Ma'am Hafiza walked into the living room of her house following Mother and her Sister-in-law. The living room looks a little wide because in the title of the carpet, and there are not many people like the shadow of Mbak Hafiza, on the left side of the narrow room sat several women, one of whom was Mother Ikah as well as Mother-in-law Mother-in-law Ikah who was none other than Mas Naufal's mother. The rest Ma'am Hafiza did not recognize him but still endured it with reverence.
While on the other side Mbak Hafiza did not dare to look at him because so ambiguous as well as so extraordinary shame. What else if I meet the eyes of the prospective cast.
"Sit here, Miss Fiza." Said Mother Ikah by patting a place in the middle between Mother Ikah and Mother Mas Naufal. After seeing his mother nod Ma'am Hafizapun occupied himself there by bowing his face deeper.
And Hafiza's chest grew louder, as Abi Farid began to open his words and all was silent without a sound, as if Hafiza's mother could hear the sound of her drum-like chest in the taboo, also at once can be heard by everyone who is sitting in the living room. Cold sweat also participated in the race jumping kaluar from any side can beringsek also not miss the hands of Mbak Hafiza who was watching each other was also wet by cold sweat.
"Sir Mughni, the purpose of our arrival with the family came here to visit none other than to make sure to Mr. Mughni and his family about the proposal of our son two years ago." Surprising the words of Abi Farid immediately Ma'am Hafiza raised her head slowly and looked straight ahead with her chest that was getting hammering as if she wanted to jump out of place.
Seeing the two figures who were sitting in front of him Mbak Hafiza could not think anymore. Gus Ali who sat with his head bowed looked once flat, while Mas Naufal also sat with his head bowed with a slight smile printed thinly on the tip of his lips. Mabk Hafiza did not want to guess that nebak was too greedy for him and could only go back down deeply while squeezing both his hands by continuing to listen to the serious conversation of these two families, until Mr. Mbak Hafiza asked him.
"Ndhok you asked the samean, if he was willing to accept the proposal from the Abi Farid family for his son named Muhammad Naufal Fikri Karim." Asked Mr. Mbak Hafiza in a serious tone, while Mbak Hafiza who was in shock with the question accidentally immediately raised his head and met a look with a shady face Mas Naufal who was also looking at him. I want it to feel like Mbak Hafiza ran away from that place and hid herself so that everyone could not see her face that was blushing. "Neck." Mr. Ma'am Hafiza.
Ma'am Hafiza sat down more and more, after nodding slowly to give an answer to his Father. And the excitement from a week ago yawned just like that changed with the pounding that would somehow continue to last, what else when his eyes again met the eyes of Mas Naufal, again, it feels like Ma'am Hafiza will be more crazy because it is too happy.
"Alhamdulillah." A cry of agitation instantly resounded in that narrow room, then change with a joke as well as the embedding of the ring by Ibu Mas Naufal on the ring finger Mbak Hafiza which makes Mbak Hafiza more downcast with a smile on the skin.
"This is why Ms. Fiza still has to stay in the Pesantren until the end of the Marriage Agreement. So that Fikri is not naughty often ngapel here." Abi Farid said and was greeted with laughter by everyone.
"Actually impatient, his mother. Want to be quickly brought home, let there be a fuss." Said Mas Naufal's father and again a burst of laughter filled the room.
"Don't trust Fikri's father, Ndhok. I'm not chatty, just like to talk more." Whisper Ibu Mas Naufal to Mbak Hafiza by gently stroking the back of Mbak Hafiza. "Dek, I think it's time for Ali to be found a friend, pity that in the marriage stay with Fikri in two months." Ibu Mas Naufal continued and then quickly the bullying of Gus Ali began.
But, Gus Ali just replied calmly while commenting on his smile. "It's not time yet."
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After the event this afternoon, Mas Naufal was still loyal with a smile that continued to expand and act silly on his own by continuing to pestilence Gus Ali who was focusing on the book in his hand. Yes, from returning home from the event this afternoon Gus Ali and the family still live in the residence of Mother Ikah which is often empty, because the Father of Mother Ikah would rather stay at the house of Pakde Hanan, Pakde Hanan, Father of Mas Naufal.
"Fik, Al, come down and there's Pakde Taufiq with his wife." Said Mas Naufal from the door of Mas Naufal's room.
"That's it, Buk." Mas Naufal answered, rising up from his seat. "Come, Deck." Mas Naufal continued to invite Gus Ali, and Gus Ali was like he did not hear the words of Mas Nuafal who invited him to come down.
"Mak Juju might as well be downstairs." Said Mas Naufal while in awe, which was immediately responded by Gus Ali by punching Mas Naufal's arm slowly. With a broken laugh Mas Naufal continued to tease Gus Ali who was misbehaving with the part of the ear that had been flushed because of embarrassment continued in the mockery.
"Obviously, now my love for Sister Fiza is like Tajwid, like Ithar. Obviously, the cause and the law. Not like your race to him which is in the form of Ikhfa' and will disappear when the obvious has dared to come." Said Mas Naufal with a face full of ridicule to Gus Ali who was putting on an ambiguous face.
If only, Mas Naufal knew that Gus Ali three days ago had been made unable to calm down by just looking at the back of someone who claimed to be named Juju, obviously Mas Naufal will increasingly make fun of him and complain to Mother Ikah who often asked Mas Naufal who was the girl whom Gus Ali liked.
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