Romantic Husband (Stupid Sure Met) By Meisy T

Ridho 1's

Brugh!

A woman hit my body. Piles of neatly licked reports scattered on the floor. Feeling tired after accompanying children in the third semester of the practicum made me a little emotional.

"Well, look at the donk!"

"Yeah, Mom. Not intentionally me. Sorry yes." He put on a sorry face.

"Yes already. Help pekutin!" grumpy saying.

The woman gave me a whimper before helping me pick up the scattered reports. When I leaned in, our hands touched.

"What the hell? Not mahrom!" I pulled my hand and widened my eyes.

The pink-veiled woman stared fiercely, but did not say a single word. I returned his gaze no less reprehensible.

Angry him? I am speaking the truth.

The woman whose height did not pass through my shoulder immediately stood up. He gave a faint smile, then passed with wide steps. I was a little suspicious seeing the guts.

"Hey, Ma! Don't run!" my yelling.

That's not polite, son! If a man had pulled his shoulder.

That shitty woman doesn't look around anymore. Half ran towards his college room. Don't be late for him.

What is grasa grusu?

Scroll a glimpse of the Biological children's room, it looks like the lecturer has arrived. The woman became the laughingstock of her classmates. Unaware, I smiled. Pity it too, so free entertainment early in the morning.

***

After the collision in the corridor of the building together, I never saw the woman again. Since I was accepted to teach at a school near home, I rarely went to college. Only comes occasional guidance. I'll graduate next week.

The sound of knocking on the door blew my daydream. I don't know why I suddenly remembered that woman. Actually, I've been thinking about it ever since that meeting.

"Ridho, I want to talk." Mother's voice sounded in between the beats.

"Yes, Bun." I got out of bed and opened the door.

"You're not busy, are you? I'm waiting on the porch."

The tumben? I usually talk while watching TV.

"Neither, Bun."

I followed Mother's steps to the terrace. Dad was staring at his screen.

"Sit here, Dho," said Dad patting the chair next to him.

Mother sat in front of us.

"Where is your new workplace?"

"Lumayan is fun, Dad. More family than the old place."

Now I work at a 'boarding school' one of the Islamic foundations in this city. In addition to teaching, I was also given the task of taking care of school administration with a TU employee.

This school has only been around for a few years. So it does not have more funds to recruit many employees.

Actually one of the foundation members is a friend of Dad's. But when I proposed, I didn't tell Dad. I want them to accept me as they can.

"So I met my best friend at school."

"Well, that reunion, Dad?" many enthusiast.

Mommy just listened, maybe have heard the story first Dad.

"Yes, dong! Our nostalgia. He has a daughter. He's a year below you. The plan is we want to mate with you."

I was quite surprised by Dad's plan. Are today's people still fools? My head suddenly dizzy.

Mother also looks shocked to hear the words of Father.

"But, Dad-"

"Why? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Dengerin used to talk to his son, Dad." Mother seems to be on my side.

"Religious. It's just...." I was confused to find a good reason to reject this matchmaking.

Since breaking up from my ex in the fourth semester, I never dated again. Frequent study makes me understand there is no term dating in Islam. I try to keep my heart and focus on college.

Actually, there are old friends that we've been pretty close to lately. Nisa also started to get close to Mommy. It's just, I don't have any feelings for him.

Instantly I remembered the pink hooded woman. My mind wanted to propose him as an excuse for rejecting my idea. Where can I meet him?

Uh! I'll be captive to Dad later.

"Well .. You don't have a candidate either. Next week we'll visit their house."

I was silent, not daring to argue anymore. My smiling father lifted me up. I hope your choice is the right match for me.

***

Eight o'clock in the night we arrived at Dad's friend's house. The girl you told me about hasn't been seen. I waited for his presence with a sense of uncertainty.

We also sat on the living room sofa. Before long, the blue-hijabed woman came from the inside. My eyes narrowed a little because I felt familiar with his figure.

"You?" He closed his eyes when he saw me.

I was no less surprised, then turned my eyes. Trying to calm the strange thump in my heart. I really didn't expect the soul mate I was telling you about was the girl I was thinking about.

After a long conversation, the parents set the wedding date. I didn't say much, occasionally glancing at that woman named Reva. Looks like we were a match.

***

The reception was completed this afternoon. The families who stayed here went home. After a long conversation with my father-in-law on the terrace, I went to my room.

I pushed the door slowly, the woman was lying with her eyes closed. His mind wanted to tease him. It's legal to be a wife too.

"The first night is sleeping!" I am teasing him.

Reva harrumphed. Not long after a faint smile on his lips. Instantly I remembered the incident during the collision a few months ago.

"sleepy. You sleep downstairs. There's a mat." Reva pointed at the carpet in the corner of the room, then threw a pillow at me.

I was surprised, but still caught the pillow. Turns out he hasn't changed. I try to be patient with his attitude.

"Well ... bad!" my tukas.

"Bodo!" the answer.

The black haired woman turned around behind me. Suddenly the electricity went out. He jumped out of bed and hugged me.

"Ngapain hug! It was a costly sell-off...." I pretended to be fierce.

Reva loosened the hug, then pinched my cheek.

"Oh." I grimaced while holding my cheek.

"Racaine!"

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