Prison of Love

Male Cheek Dimensions

72

The positive impact of me who is willing to accept ‘offer’ Abah and Mother is that they still let me hold the phone. They did not take back the phone they gave. I who can't wait for nightfall, immediately hit the memorized number out of my head.

When the call was raised, there was a voice I missed so much out there, I almost screamed with joy if I didn't realize I was still home.

“Naya??” ask Hengky while laughing, “Yes God, this is really Naya?”

“Surprise..!” I answered with a big smile.

Hengky voice heard shouting happily across there, “Wait, wait... A moment yes, dear..”.

It sounds really noisy across there. Scroll wall clock in the room, it's eleven o'clock at night, where is Hengky at this late?

“Sorry, Dear... Resto is still crowded, I've been in the VIP room. Coincidentally just out the visitor.”

“Masya Allah... Your business is smooth, Dear?” eyes sparkling.

“Alhamdulillah.. I again plan to open a branch in another city Andy. Oh yeah, I haven't told you that I built this business together Andy?”

I shook my head, “Says Brother Andy wants to nerusin his father's cattle farm?”

Hengky's laughter rang out loud, “Labil was Andy! He said it would be better to make your own business. So when I told her to make her own resto, she intended to participate in investment as well as take care of the restaurant with me. His acquaintances who are everywhere as well as his socialization ability is very helpful to me. If you visit here, you will like the concept of my restaurant, dear.”

My smile is getting bigger. It felt good to hear that Hengky was fine there.

“Eh, how can you call me, darling?”

“Mmm... Abah and Mom again allowed me to hold the phone.”

“Alhamdulillah's... Thank God, O Allah...! I'm so happy, baby!” hengky laughter sounds back,”Then I can send you a photo resto I dong, baby?”

“Honey, I..” My heart suddenly aches, my lips feel very heavy telling him about the ta’aruf process that I will run.

“Iya, Darling... why?”

“I was told to acquaintance with another man by Abah.”

Sounds silent. Just heard the sound of Hengky's breath.

“Darling...” My voice sounds soft, “For God I don't want to either..”

“Do it, Darling.”

“What?” my forehead wrinkled in wonder, “You're serious?”

“I'm sure, wherever you go, I'm your place to come back.”

“Honey... This is not as simple as.”.

“You like her?” Hengky cut my sentence quickly.

“Ya is not it! Crazy what I am..” my answer quickly. I don't know why such a short question can ignite my emotions.

Hengky laughed softly, “That's what calms me down. Any man introduced to you, if you shut down the whole access of the heart, they will be rejected by themselves.”

I took a breath of masygul. To be honest, I'm not sure if it will go as I want.

“Darling, I just want you to know, here I not only build my business, I also build my confidence to be commensurate with what your family wants. Maybe I can't be a substitute for Abah to fill lectures there and here, but I'll make sure they'll be very proud to call me their son.”

“Hengky, there are customers who want to meet you...” very familiar voice heard across there, “Eh, that's who? Naya?”

“Whisper you,ah! Go first I'll be there!” Hengky replied originally while laughing

“Nayaaa! What is kabaarrr, my sister??”

I laughed softly, “Good news, Brother Andy. Brother how are you?”

The sound echoed, it looks like the speaker mode was changed loudspeaker by Hengky, “Gue is made babu continue the same as your girlfriend, Naya!”

“Eh, haphazardly! There I work rods 24 hours!” balkan Hengky did not accept.

“Judah deh, we are both babu..”.

My laughter is getting louder. Longing in the past makes me drown.

“Naya, you know not, Hengky so like to participate in the study since lost contact same ka..”.

“Darling, it's already yes. Later next time we connect again,” said Hengky in a hurry, stopping Andy's sentence which actually makes me more curious.

“Love you, Darling. Assalamualaikum.

Phone calls are switched off.

I tilted my head a little, my eyebrows clinging to the mark were digesting all the new information I had just heard. But amazingly, all that information made me even more confident.

The happiness that I was knitting for, was already visible where the finish line was.

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There are several stages in carrying out the correct ta’aruf process. The first stage, officially came to both parents of prospective couples.

Come to his parents, not to his future partner. Islam teaches every man to go directly to both women's parents. Then, express his good intentions to get married.

Make sure that his intentions are sincere because of God alone. Not because of her beautiful face, not because of wealth or intelligence especially because of the curves of her body.

And today was the day that the first stage arrived. Just a week from the day Abah and Mom told me about this ta’aruf process.

From dawn I was busy ordering the two housekeepers to clean up like today is the Eid al-Fitr holiday. House is well organized, room fragrances are replaced, fresh flowers are replaced. Not to mention the order of pastries and wet cakes that from earlier alternately came.

I shook my head in wonder, I was not about to be proposed to, we did not even meet in person. After all, I was also in the living room, only to be allowed to sneak peek while the man met with Abah and Mother.

When I asked Mom a question, I just smiled and replied, “Do we not have to welcome our guests well. It's sunnah, isn't it?”

I pressed my lips a sign of disapproval. Glorify guests he said? Hengky then came as a guest, invited officially to join directly by Abah and Mother but instead humiliated by them.

Ah, considering the incident that afternoon made my mood deteriorate. I took a deep breath and then I exhaled slowly. I repeated it three times until I felt like my chest was no longer tight.

When all the preparations are done. As I sat down with the two housekeepers who had teased me earlier, an airport taxi car was seen entering the front gate.

I hurriedly ran towards the window, observing a typical middle-eastern-faced man coming out from beside the steering wheel seat. With a long-sleeved black shirt, beige chinos trousers and sneaker-colored shoes similar to his pants.

Both of Mom's housekeepers, who were my age, covered their mouths while hitting my shoulders. They laughed at me while whispering,

“Crazy, Mbaak! Very handsome!”

I smiled thinly, though,

What if they see Andy?

Fatih's good looks are still under Andy. I even thought when I first saw Andy that he was a famous magazine model or artist that I didn't know his name.

According to Andy's confession, he had received several offers of casting advertisements or filming FTV but always refused. His reason? laughable. He said, “Not being an artist my fans are everywhere, Nay. Especially if you are an artist.”

I'm so sorry to ask such a stupid question to her first.

“Log in, Naya.” Sahut Abah firmly.

I stammered. I was daydreaming again. In a hurry I ran to the middle room followed by Gina and Sari, Mother's housekeeper.

When the sound of her greeting was heard entering the living room, Gina poked my shoulder, “Mbak, her voice was sexy so lo.”

I held back laughter, rounded my eyes, asking them to be quiet.

Sari nudged Gina's shoulder asking her to shut up. Gina shrugged her shoulders a sign of not understanding why she was scolded.

Fatih handed over a large parcel containing fruits, he smiled widely while saying, “It does not feel good if it comes with bare hands.”

Then there was a pleasant chat until finally the man introduced himself as Fatih Farhat, a 28-year-old single man who wanted to’aruf with me.

“For the time being, Abah and Mother agree and accept Nak Fatih's goodwill. However, Mother and Abah are only your intermediaries. All final decisions remain with Naya.”

I peeked out from the small gap behind the curtains of the room divider, Fatih seemed to smile, showing her dimples, “In shaa Allah Tehah understand, Abah.”

“Nak Fatih bring biodata or CV to give to Naya?” ask Mother gently.

Fatih. He handed over a blue map, “May the words in CV Fatih be understood and well responded to by Naya..”.

“Oh, just relax. Abah's daughter is very smart in understanding something,” respond Abah while laughing.

“Fatih's intention is good, In shea Allah is sincere because of Allah. Because Fatih did not know how to approach Naya except to get closer to his Lord.”

The laughter of Abah and Mother was heard again. Laughter mince words. Abah looks to nod in agreement.

Mom hands over the light blue map, “and this is Naya's CV. I think Fatih can read it later. But sorry, Naya refused to include her photo there.”

“It's okay, Mom. Everything was beautiful because it was awake at first. Take care of this heart, until the time comes, we dedicate it to a soul who also takes care, again in the ridhoi by Him.”