She's Maduku

The Twins Maharani 61

"What's up, Fatih? seems like there's something so important that it invites me to meet?" asked Zahfran to start a conversation, He fulfilled Fatih's call to meet her at a cafe.

"Yes, this is very important," Fatih replied after sipping a cup of coffee, then put the glass back on the table.

"What?"

"It's about our daughter, Rani."

"Why with Rani?”

"He wants to get married soon."

"Why? you guys are forcing him to get married soon? because Panji lives in your house?"

"Stop accusing recklessly! And what did you just say? y'all? you mean I'm with Azky? you think we forced them to get married as soon as possible?" fatih asked with a frowned, his face turning a crimson red withstanding emotions.

"I didn't say that. You seem to be offended."

"Let's talk to you, Zahfran. I brought you here to discuss our daughter's wedding. Not accusing each other."

Zahfran sipped his coffee, then nodded while putting the glass back on the table. "I'm not arguing with you either, Fatih. Let's continue."

"One thing's for sure, Zahfran. The pennant no longer lives in my house. He lived in a rented house that he would later live in after marriage."

Hearing that his daughter was going to live in a contract after marriage, Zahfran immediately protested loudly. "What did you say? the contract? my daughter's gonna live in a contract? What kind of father are you, Fatih. You're going to let Rani stay in a contract?"

"It's been a mutual agreement, Zahfran. This is the rule that Herlambang gave as a form of punishment for Rani who has made a big mistake."

Zahfran glanced in the other direction.

"I never wanted to punish Rani. If only the rules were not made by Herlambang, I would definitely give them everything they need, just like Gilang I would give the restaurant to manage" Fatih said.

Zahfran realized what Rani had done was wrong. He nodded in agreement with what Fatih said, marrying Rani according to his wishes, without giving her a penny of the inheritance they had.

Not not infatuated, Mr. Herlambang did that for the good of Rani who had always been struggling with treasure, also appreciated Panji who would later become Rani's husband, responsible for himself, the world of the afterlife.

Zahfran agreed. He asked, "When does Rani want to get married?"

"Next week. We'll take care of everything."

"One week? where's enough?" saut Zahran's.

"Rani wants to get married in the office of religious affairs. Just a simple show after kabul ijab."

"alright. I'll stop by the house to talk to Rani as well as Panji."

"No need" refused Fatih.

He who was just about to put food in his mouth, stopped when he got a rejection from Fatih. "Why?" the cake that was in hand, he put it back on the plate.

"For now you're not allowed to come home. Let Rani come to your house."

"Why can't I come to your house?"

"I don't want you to meet my wife." Fatih answered blatantly, making Zahfran smile.

"You don't want me to meet Azky? wh why? you jealous? you scared? just like my wife," said Zahfran while eating a cake presented on the table, he sat down with his leisure.

After finishing one cake, he rubbed his mouth with a tishu. "Stop thinking like a woman. If you believe your wife won't turn away, why should Azky be afraid to meet me? we have nothing to do anymore."

"I believe in my wife. But, I don't believe you, Zahfran."

Zahfran nodded his head, wearing the suit he had kept on the back of the chair. "It seems our discussion is over. If you don't let me go to your house, tell Rani to meet me at home!" pinta Zahfran, then he stood bidding. "I'm home, Shafiah must be waiting for me."

"alright. Thank you for your time."

"Either. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalight."

Zahfran leaves Fatih alone. It was undeniable that he felt worried every time they were met with any alsan. "It's not that I don't trust you, Azky. It's just that your past is so complicated, it makes me have to be very careful with Zahfran. I just want to keep our household away from distractions, intact until death do us part.

***

Something different happened to the bride and groom who had not been officially husband and wife for long. Who else if not Gilang with Aisyah. The attitude of the husband is increasingly changing, able to make the heart of Aisyah pounding when near him.

From the moment he wanted to study prayer, Gilang had always involved Aisyah in anything. Even in taking the decision to accept the restaurant from Fatih, he asked for an opinion from her.

If anyone asks if Gilang has forgotten Rani or not? the answer is not yet. Aisha realized that. He did not ask Gilang to forget Rani immediately. He simply asked Gilang to respect him as a wife, as well as move away. Gilang agreed to that. He granted Aisyah's request, now he lives in an apartment Gilang had just bought from her savings.

"I'm happy" he mumbled slowly.

"Why?" tanya Gilang who is currently walking in front of Aisyah while dragging the suitcase into the new apartment they occupy today.

"Ti–no," he answered. Continuing to walk after Gilang's footsteps from behind to the main room, Gilang left his suitcase in front of the door.

"This is your room, and my room is there." Pointing to a room near the family room. "So, you can dry your hair first before wearing a veil" Gilang said.

During her stay at the house of the in-laws, Aisyah always wore a hijab with wet hair. Because, he did not dare to open the hijab again, worried Gilang considers himself as Rani, not as Aisyah, because the incident at that time was quite a lesson for him.

"Are you cleaning up on your own or want me to help you?" tawar Gilang before he went to his room.

Aisyah shook her head. "No. Let me take care of it myself."

"Well, then I'll go to my room first, yeah."

"Yes, Brother."

Then Gilang left. Aisyah tidied up the clothes, put them in the closet, arranged all the clothes neatly. As he was about to compile the final pile, he saw something near the door of a rather thick book lying on the floor. Out of curiosity, Aisyah took the book, and the name of the owner was written.

"Sister Gilang?" he read the title of the book, then the owner took it. "Sister?"

"Have you read it?" tanya Gilang with a reddened face.

Aisyah smiled. "Why do you read a book like that?"

Book with title. How to invite a newly known wife to do the first night.

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