Red Noctah
The Part 46
The woman linked her fingers uneasily, as Kyai Ishaq calmly opened her greetings and preached the welcome of her arrival. The old man asked Dad directly to act well to make Nabila as part of his family. Or preach to their son Zaki Ishaq. Everyone was crying out for good for both.
"This is Mr. Kyai, does not diminish our respect for him one family and group. We are very grateful and very happy for this visit, may it be a friendship that recorded the good for all of us who are present here."
Father responded very wisely, not wanting to force his will again, as before. If ever failed twice, of course the middle-aged man did not want to rashly accept the proposal without asking for answers from his daughter. Even if it comes clearly people who are good in religion and science.
"Indeed our daughter was not a worthy person to be compared with the Ustadz family, she was severely disabled both religiously and morally. He was married, failed twice, and had a son. Is that okay for Pak Kyai's family?"
Nothing can be covered here, in case there is an agreement for both, everyone should know each other.
"We accept every deficiency and advantage, Sir, God willing, by His permission, Our son Zaky has been pleased with it. May Allah bless and bless him. Aamiin's."
"We as parents, can only give blessing, the rest let us see for ourselves the consideration of the answer from our daughter, all the decisions are on him who will undergo," obviously Dad scanned his gaze at his son who looked very nervous.
Everyone present highlighted the hijab-wearing woman. With the exception of Zaky who subdued the view, there was a fretful murat there. However, whatever the answer later sounded he would receive roomily.
Nabila tried to strengthen his heart, many times he took a breath to neutralize the heart to stay awake. This is the hardest thing in his life history.
"Bismillah .. does not diminish my respect for the Ummi family and Mr. Kyai, nor Ustadz." When pausing his words for a while, nervousness was clearly visible on his bowed face.
"Actually, I have found no moral or religious ugliness at all, but I am worried about kufur in Islam. Ustadz is too good for me. I don't deserve the Ustadz family" replied Nabila. Of course the Zaky family understood the meaning of those words. A Muslim woman who does not want to hurt with her tongue.
Murat was disappointed clearly in the look of the young Cairo graduate. Good education, good manners, and handsome and well-established, can not yet mention an agreement on his pleasure. Verily, man only plans, Allah is All-Knowing of the best for His servants.
"Qodarullah ., indeed, what is happening today over the line of His destiny. God willing we will try to be airy with the decision of Dek Nabila," said Ustadz Zaky. The man tried to keep smiling.
"Thank you Ustadz, may God replace and bring together someone better than me. May God close our disgrace, replace the mistakes that have happened with charity. Aamiin's."
Ummi rubbed the back of his son's hand, trying to strengthen his son who had long missed marriage. Both families understand the decision that Nabila has taken.
Meanwhile, the Bhishma at the end of his alphabet is in full swing, expanding itself with all the flavors. Begging that all is good for them. His gaze scanned at his son who was busy playing with mama. He smiled, there was a burning spirit there when he saw the little boy, Razik was the only reason Bhishma to keep smiling through life.
"What makes you so sad, son, do you see you're so moody?"
"Nothing, Ma, I'm fine," Bhishma replied lying. Indeed the man tried to calm himself, trying to set his heart to keep going.
"Your face shows you're not okay. However, Mama won't force you to talk."
"So morning, when I picked up Razik, Lastri told me about a special guest who came to Nabila's house, Ma, before that there was a gentleman, Sholeh, who asked me for special permission to ask Nabila to be made a wife," Bisma confided in the end. Clearly, the corner of his eyes was dewy, yet as strong as the man's heart was smiling.
"Broken heart is closed, patient son, God will surely replace it with the best. Just get close enough, and woo her in a third of the night. Mama sure, everything will be beautiful in time," said Mama sage. The woman patted her son's back, transferring strength there.
"I go home first, Ma, thank you for your prayers" the man smiled.
Returning from his parents' residence, Bhishma went straight home. At a glance when the car drove slowly, past the gate of the neighboring house, sure enough, the house still saw a crowd there. Many cars lined up in the grounds of the house, it was certain that his guess was correct.
"Razik, go home to your mother later, yes, we play at Daddy's house first, we arrange a lot of lego," said Bisma distract.
Until the evening before, Bisma never return his son to his ex-wife. Actually, the intention was there, but suddenly the man felt he had to take care of the meeting more.
"Bim, there is Nabila outside, he wants to pick up Razik," exclaimed Pandu approaching.
"Owh .. please take my son forward, Du," he asked, which made the man frown.
"Honey, it's been picked up by mom, it's time for Razik to come home, play again tomorrow with Dad huh?" The father and son tos before finally Pandu carried him and brought out.
"Razik .. let's go home baby ..." exclaimed the woman. Her net is looking for someone who hopes to show up, but she never seems to meet. The woman was quick-witted and took Razik home.
While Bhishma himself stared from an unreachable direction when. It feels like the little heart still needs to keep the behavior to keep limiting itself for now.
"Blessed be Nabila .. forever, may Allah bless your every path. Aamin ...." Sincerely prayer.
