Port of Love Sang Casanova

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"Nada Aira Azzahwa" said Radit. A smile rose on her beautiful lips. However, a little later he smiled cynically considering the meeting at the bar at that time.

"You're the same as the woman out there" he said.

Radit felt a great throb in his head, he massaged his temple. He frowned as he recalled the wound on his head. His memories were trying to digest how the woman got here and resulted in a wound on his head?

Radit let out a long sigh as he remembered the beautiful face without the hijab was before him. He also recalled how sweet the lips of the beautiful woman were, how fitting the apple on the woman's chest was in the grasp of her hand. And now he remembered a bottle landing on his forehead perfectly and causing a wound.

"You, I'll be satisfied playing with you tomorrow night Miss Nada Aira Azzahwa, you said you'd be my full wife" she said, then sauntered into the guest room.

Radit's cell phone ringing on the nightstand, immediately Radit took his phone that showed the name of Kak Micho. Soon he picked up the call.

"Hello brother,"

"Radit, why can't your phone be reached in a few days? I asked the office guy you haven't been to the office yet, so where are you this week?" cerocos Micho at length made Radit cover his ears.

"I'm sorry, I can't hold down the office like I said, brother. There are more promising jobs and support my career in the future" replied Radit. He still couldn't tell his foster brother honestly. He still wants this relationship to be warm without any awkwardness.

"Seriously, where do you work?" micho sounded happy.

"MRD group, brother," Radit said.

"Wao, that's very good Radit. Big brother is happy you were able to enter there, papa must be happy to hear that." Micho looked smiling and enthusiastic.

"Then, what part are you in?" ask Micho. Radit laughs.

"If I say I'm the CEO, do you believe me?" ask Radit. Micho sounded chuckling softly over there.

"Okey, dream up Radit. God will grant you all your prayers and efforts" Micho said.

"One more time I'm sorry, brother,"

"No problem, if it's best for you, Radit. Brother is happy, don't forget to be patient. Brother close first," he said. Radit took a long breath.

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Arfan tightened his hand. It was like to float a raw bogem on the cheek of the man who was in front of his eyes earlier.

Arfan delivers punch after punch to the wall.

"Sister, don't do this. Forgive Nada for making this situation," Nada who had just escorted her father to the room and was about to take a drink saw her brother seem emotional.

"You think you can calm down when our family's in trouble? This cannot be allowed to let Nada," said Arfan.

"Stop this, brother,!" nada.

"Stop!" say Nada again.

"Sorry, Tone!" said Rafa. Tone stared intently at his brother.

"This marriage is happy or not, let it be God's business. I'm sincere Brother, the most important thing for me is that my mother, father and brother are always happy" he said.

Arfan fell silent and looked towards Nada in the shade.

"Married? withhim? In seriously? " asked Arfan, but was not answered by Nada.

"I don't know, that guy helped me. I owe him a favor, I'll obey everything he asks." Arfan looked surprised and shook his head.

"It doesn't have to be like this, Nada" Arfan argued.

"But I'm afraid they hurt dad, mom and sister. Let me do it to make sure you're not disturbed by them, and I'm sure Allah SWT is always among us" Nada said.

Arfan grabbed Nada in his warm embrace and then gently rubbed his sister's shoulder.

"Happy is always dear" he said sincerely.

Tone closed his eyes. His heart feels tight. How tight, why did he have to be among the hard choices?

"It's not time to argue, brother. Your safety is more important than anything else" said Nada.

Tone looked at her brother, Tone shed tears. The marvel? The guy who's always been in a tangle with her, and they should be together? What willing? Tone is just silence, trying to make peace with the circumstances.

"Could you?" smirking again.

"You're right, mom and dad are more important than anything" he said. Tone closed his eyes, trying to control his heart, if this was the best for his family, he would do it.

"Yes, Brother. I'm sorry if Nada's wrong, but we have to try to do this. Hopefully what we do will bring benefits" said Nada. Arfaan smiled and went back to her sister.

"Dear Amen" said Arfan.

"Yes, I want to take a drink for Dad, I have to talk to Dad too sister," he said. Arfan nodded slowly.

The walking tone took out a glass of water and brought it towards his father's room.

Tone stepped slowly as he opened the door which showed a middle-aged man looking sad. Tone approached and put a glass of water over the nightstand.

"Dad, don't be sad. Tone is fine," he said.

However, Nada's words did not make her father speak. Tone grabbed his father's hand and kissed him. The tears washed the palms of those hands. Instantly Mr. Hasan rubbed the top of the head of Tone with his left hand.

"I'm sorry Nada, dad," said Nada. The man smiled bitterly. His mother saw his daughter get married. But not in this way.

"It's not your fault, if it's your choice, father meridhoi. Always be happy, Intend marriage for worship to Allah SWT. But if one day you give up. Then all the decisions are in your hands" said his father.

Tone nodded and splashed in his father's arms. His father rubbed the top of Nada's head and smiled. Between worrying and continuing to be sure Nada put her hand on her chest.

"Bismilah, Innama A'malu binniat (Verily, all deeds depend on intention) If good intentions inshaallah will come good as well," he said encouragingly. Because Nada remembers Radit is not a good person. In fact, it would be a great field of reward for her if Allah SWT gave light to her husband through his intercession.

"Bismillah" said Nada again.

"You must not forget that marriage is a field of reward. For every woman who washes her husband's clothes, Allah will reward them with as much goodness as their hair and remove as much of their sins and make her look radiant in the eyes of those who are watching her. It was just washing clothes, let alone other good deeds. So, intend all to worship Allah, God willing, God will give good" said his father. Tone nodded slowly.

He's so happy to have a father, a mother, a sister like this. How could he let them suffer? It never will.

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Hayooo.. his reward holiness clothes husband forgiven as much as a strand of hair lo... But I seem to hear the mothers here on nyinyir if nyuci clothes pack su 🤣🤣🤣...ngaku no???? 🤣