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ilyas's Answer

The atmosphere of the room seemed silent, while the girl who still survived to eavesdrop on her parents' conversation waited anxiously. His lips continued to murmur reciting prayers for the man to agree. His love does not clap one hand.

"Sir, Mum. I'm really very happy and grateful. Because you are so good, trust me to ask for the only daughter that you and your mother have."

Fatima squeezed her own hands in front of her chest. His heart is pumping faster than usual. Can't wait, Ilyas' answer.

"But have you really thought about it?" Ilyas took aim at one by one of those in front of him. Longest on Mr. Sofian. "I'm just a simple young man working as an honorary teacher, sir. My salary, no more than six hundred thousand. The rest, I am also a man who opens electronic equipment service services as an addition. That doesn't determine the outcome, sir. Was father and mother ridho, his son in marriage to my poor rich young man?"

Ms. Janah smiled. "We did not see the prospective daughter-in-law of how high the position, or maybe how many coffers of money he collected. We see you from your faith. Our son needs a husband who can lead him to heaven. And, when we chose you, it was already in our consideration, son."

The glasses boy started to get nervous. Scratching gently his forehead with his index finger, while sweat began to appear on his forehead.

"So how, huh? Or didn't?" Mr. Sofian begins to catch Ilyas's unusual giraffe. The young man raised his head again, slowly facing Mr. Sofian.

"S–I don't think I deserve Fatimah, sir."

Both of them froze immediately, although Ilyas had not answered clearly. But he said that it had raised a guess. Fatimah's face suddenly changed, her eyes began to tear.

"Why do you say you're inappropriate?" Ms. Janah asked immediately.

"Our strata, Mom. It's far from comparable."

"But I've said many times that you don't have to think about it." Mr. Sofian began to speak with a tone of emphasis. "We don't care about your social status. And again, if you are confused about money for the wedding? No need to worry. I guarantee everything, you just sit down with the handshake penghulu. It's kelar!"

With ease Mr. Sofian said so to make Ilyas back down. That's what he's having trouble with. Though what he wants is to marry at his own expense, not the cost of parents let alone prospective in-laws.

"Now what else are you thinking? About dowry? Look for a copper ring or wire that you form as a ring if necessary. If you can't afford that, Gold!" Mr. Sofian started a row with the young man who was still stuck in front of him. While the wife began to touch her husband's hands to calm down.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm not thinking about that anymore." Ilyas started to reopen his voice.

"Continue?" Mr. Sofian's voice began to sound. His face began to change dislikes.

"Isn't it in marriage that we can't dzolim against couples? to be honest I was just afraid, I would hurt Fatimah because there was someone else in my heart."

The woman who was still eavesdropping on the outside began to shed tears upon hearing Ilyas' confession. One hand squeezed the hijab on the chest.

"Is that woman you're referring to, a woman who hasn't responded to your proposal?" Ask Mr. Sofian, immediately remember a piece of chat in the neighboring house that held a saggy at that time. "You want to reject what already exists? And spend time for the obscure woman."

"I've tried, sir. To stop my feelings. In fact, the more I try, the stronger the trap."

"Come on, kid. What less humble are we in front of you?" Mr. Sofian again lowered his ego, even to the point of patting his own chest.

Ilyas sighed, suddenly claustrophobic to him. Cold sweat was increasingly piling up on his forehead and nape. All he thought about was Ayudia and Ayudia. How else...

Fatimah was no longer able to listen. The girl hurriedly sauntered away while silencing her mouth.

As for the outside, Mr. Sofian began to get caught off guard by Ilyas' words. The man dodged a ripple.

"Without diminishing my respect. Again I'm sorry, sir. I really appreciate the offer from Mom and Dad. I am so grateful and grateful at the same time... My mother and I would like to give up your beloved daughter for me. But either way, I cannot force my heart to Fatimah."

Finished talking, the room returned to silence because neither Mr. Sofian nor Ms. Janah responded. Until it made the glasses young man drown in his clumsy feelings.

"Sorry, is there anything else you want to say, sir? If not, please leave."

Bu Janah tried to smile even a little wryly, then nodded to allow the young man to go home. As for Mr. Sofian still silent with a sour face, continued to turn away from the young man before him.

"Alright, I say sir, Mom. Thank you for the treat and warm welcome." The man rose to extend his hand to the middle-aged man who did not reply to Ilyas's hand.

The young man understood, surely Mr. Sofian was very disappointed with the answer earlier. Switch to Ms. Janah. Ilyas cupped his palms together in front of his chest, this time the middle-aged woman replied with a smile as well although not as warm as when he arrived earlier.

"Assalamualaikum–" the young man who was still wearing white Koko and the holster said goodbye.

"Guilingsalam, son." Ms. Janah answered him, while Mr. Sofian still flinching unresponsive.

"The basic young man doesn't know himself!" To Mr. Sofian to the man who came out the door.

"Sir, don't talk about it. At a later glance," whispered Bu Janah feeling worried for himself.

"Biarin, it's good that he can still be horrified. His son does not know himself, though. The rich are liked? His style is pretentious, but his heart is picky. That's right, poor people don't know themselves. Blind as he was.., loved one who must have even refused. Hmh!"

"Astaghfirullah al'azim," Ilyas who was wearing his footwear muttered silently.

He doesn't blame Sofian if he has to say that. Perhaps it is true, he includes men who do not know themselves and are blind to love that has not really deserved he fulfilled. To be honest, Ilyas was cursing himself. Because, what less is that girl? Already well, awake, and again, he has a qualified religious education. Anybody would look at him as a fool, while anyone proposing to Fatimah was an average of great people? Everything was rejected for her sake, but now she also rejected such a good girl?

Step Ilyas gontai down the road paving in the courtyard of Mr. Sofian's house to the exit gate.

Meanwhile, from inside his room which was on the second floor. Fatimah opened the curtains. With tears breaking, the girl touched the glass window. Looking at the back of the young man who was walking slowly towards the fence of his house to get out.

"Mas Ilyas– Hiks..., Mas?" he called out the name of the young man.

And I don't know what made the man turn to the glass window of Fatimah's room. It was there that Fatimah hurriedly closed the curtains. Avoiding the remorseful look directed at him from Ilyas.

Before long, Ilyas again turned his body in the starting position. After that, out of the courtyard of the big house.