Sagaras

The Part 40

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The mother who asked to be assured of Aisyah's decision finally came out with a message from the princess to be conveyed to her husband. The father who could only approve according to his words last night also returned to talk with Sagara.

"Are you sure you want to justify Ayesha?" you ask seriously, even this is the most serious chatter in the lifetime of the man.

"Related, Sir. Won why?" ask back Sagara who hasn't guessed the outcome of his decision last night.

"Aisyah accepted your invitation to marry," replied the Father who immediately made the two eyes of Sagara perfectly round.

"Seriously, Sir?"

"Yes, Marry Aisha before this Adhan of Dzuhur," pinta Bapak who immediately woke up from his seat because he also had to take care of everything needed for the marriage of the youngest daughter including asking permission on Kyai in PonPes.

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Sagara who had told his father over the phone only stayed in the room looking at the sky that is now in front of his eyes, the shadow of the Mama flashed and did not want to escape at all from the mind of the handsome young man.

"Well, Sagara wants to get married, but not yet permission directly to mamah, Sagara will immediately bring his son-in-law there yes," he said with a smile but his eyes still glazed over sad.

Until when he was closed, inevitably the clear liquid also flowed from the end of his eyes.

This is not sudden for Sagara because he is already convinced by his soul mate is a beautiful woman veiled his target now. Prayer and good speech are now being granted by God so he is quite ready to say the hijab of Qabul in front of the Father and the Lord.

"Aish wants to dowry what?" he just remembered that one thing.

Since last night, the two have not met again. Only Mother and Father are the intermediaries of the bride and groom.

But it seems not for this time, Sagara wants to ask his future wife directly about the dowry that became Aisyah's thing.

Through a phone call, Sagara waited for the voice of the woman to say hello to him.

"Waalaikum hail, Aisha. I-I, I want to ask you about the dowry I can give you today," said Sagara in a soft voice even he bit his lower lip so as not to hold the turmoil in the chest.

"Anything, the important thing is not to burden you," Aisyah replied in a raucous and hoarse voice typical of people who were crying.

"What's? i'm rattled. Just tell me what you want, then let it be found because we have not much time. You want us to be halal before Adhan Dzuhur and it is only a matter of hours" he said, starting to panic while looking at the clock hanging on the wall.

"That's it, I said whatever you have now" he said again, lucky Sagara called after he finished his Sunna.

"What's? I have love, love, and loyalty for you. About the property you just call it nominal," said Sagara who is increasingly confused.

"I'm not selling myself, Saga."

"It is not so, the Mahar I must fulfill according to your request," said the handsome young man.

"Hem, okay.. Just leave everything in your wallet, easy, right?"

"All right, let me see you for a second." Sagara hung up his phone and reached into the jacket bag that he wore yesterday very carefully because his hand was still in excruciating pain.

"Seriously, I don't have any money?" he said he was shocked when he saw the wallet.

"Gue is very poor? it looks like a parking lot!" he continued sad mixed with annoyance which is rarely have cash.

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Geez... Do I want to get married what would you like to ngerok??