SILMIES

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Still the same day. Hearing that Silmi already has a candidate even though her figure is not yet visible, it has shown the attitude of rejection from Silmi.

"Lookin Silmi. The arrival of Om the same Aunt here actually wants to match Silmi with Om's son, Faris Junaedi. He is handsome like Sil, similar to Om" said Mr. Edi with a smile praising his son. Silmi even gaping while staring at the posture of Edi who was fat like a Goddess.

"Astaghfirullah alazim, if it looks like Om Edi, that means? ? ? ?. It's hard to imagine" Silmi's inner.

"Mimi, Abi once told you, right, that Abi will introduce you to her daughter Abi. And Faris is the man" Usman said.

"FARIS?????"

"I want to flocked Bi, do not want Om Om" whispered Silmi until Ustadz Usman immediately frowned.

"Mimi, she's not Om Om, she's only 7 years older than you. Your 32-year-old sister looks young. Moreover, Faris who is a main director, must look cool with a suit and bodyguard behind him" Usman said while whispering too.

"Si Abi, since when did it become this matter" Silmi's inner.

Silmi had pursed her lips, wanted to protest but not tasty because there was still Mr. Edi and Miss Santi.

"Abi, this is not the era anymore SITI JUBAEDAH who must be in a matchmaking match" said Silmi. Everyone immediately nodded.

"Not Siti Jubaidah Mimi, but Siti Nurbaya" shouted Syifa keceplosan who was now peeking inside, he immediately silenced his own mouth.

"Si Semok is even nervous"

"Don't be forced Man. I'm not going to force Silmi to marry Faris. Just please give them a chance to get to know each other first. If you already know each other, know the advantages, know the disadvantages, know the disadvantages. It is only there, willing to accept or reject even their decision. I will not force" said Mr. Edi

"How's Mimi, do you want to know Faris first?" ask ustadz Usman. Silmi had to nod.

"If I had known Om Faris and, , , " had not Silmi finished speaking, Usman had cut off his words.

"Call him not Om Faris, he is still young not Om Om" protest ustadz Usman. Silmi was already growling in the heart.

"If I already know the mas Faris, already know the shortcomings, already know the ugliness, the ugliness even know the advantages, but I still do not like the mas Faris how?" ask Silmi. Everyone is smiling.

"We won't force you, it's your right not to accept. It's just that now we want you to know each other first" said Mr. Edi. Silmi agreed.

"Alhamdulillah"

Everyone was happy with Silmi's decision to get to know Faris. Not long after that came ustadz Soleh (Pakde Silmi) with Fadil.

"Assynogaic"

"Girishal"

Mr. Edi also smiled to see iftadz Soleh one of his friends as well.

"God willing Edi, for a long time we did not meet" said Ustadz Soleh while embracing Mr. Edi.

"I miss you too, I haven't seen you in a long time"

"Om Edi still remember me?" ask Fadil. Mr. Edi also looked at Fadil while remembering to remember.

"You're Fadlan, huh?" answer Mr. Edi.

"I am Fadil Om, his son Abi Usman, his brother Silmi" Fadil reminded.

"Fadeil??"

"Hmmmmm. Ganteng use really Om" said Fadil with a smile.

"Fadlan is my son" said Ustadz Soleh.

"How is Fadil bin Usman?"

"Alhamdulillah be healthy Om. But if you look around, Om Edi is healthier, yes, growing wealthy wealthy mother-in-law" said Fadil until Nisa pinched her son's waist.

"It's polite to talk"

"Yes sorry Umi, joking doang" said Fadil while grinning.

"It's okay, I'm sure Fadil is Usman's drip so he has a humorous nature like his father" said Mr. Edi while patting Fadil's shoulder.

They also chatted in front of the house. Letting go of longing and nostalgia is recalling a youth that seems pleasant to remember.

"Umi, the Syifa S Ese M omOK has gone home yet?" ask Fadil.

"Here, Syifa was inside, she was waiting for you. Bilkis is also still with the Goddess"

"Om Edi, Aunt Santi, I'll go inside first. Kangen wife" said Fadil who is now entering the house of his parents, followed by Silmi who began to be uncomfortable with the talk of the parents.

When Fadil came in, he was surprised to see his wife lying behind the window.

"Astaghfirullah. Semok darling you want a stye to taste like that" said Fadil. Syifa smiled shyly.

"Sststthhh. I'm sorry, brother, I'm talking to you" Syifa was grinning.

Silmi came in and sulked.

"Yeah"

"What's the matter Mimi dear" Fadil approached her youngest sister.

"Abi is not cool. The time I want to be betrothed to his son Om Edi" Silmi has pursed her lips is not clear. But Fadil smiled.

"Waah that's good Mimi. Om Edi's family is distinguished, honorable and wealthy, and your life can be guaranteed if you want to marry his son. You can be the boss' mother" said Fadil, who has agreed that Silmi is married to Faris. Silmi frowned then puckered her lips again.

"Ikh kak Fadil ko even follow him anyway" grumbled Silmi.

"Do you disagree with Silmi?" ask Syifa until Silmi immediately shook her head.

"Why not agree?, is it because his son Om Edi is a company leader, not an ustadz?" ask Fadil.

"Any profession does not matter which work is important halal and good. But the thing is, I'm already obsessed with flocking"

"You idolize Aunt Aisyah too much with Om Riziq anyway, it will be rich like this" said Fadil grumbled a little.

"I don't often read in some book novels, if a rich, high-ranking, wealth-loving man, the leader of the company must be a lot of his girlfriend" said Silmi.

"Heei Mimi, not all rich people are like that. There are still many rich men out there but be kind and polite to women. Brother Fadil believes that his son Om Edi is a good man. The proof Abi approved the matchmaking plan. Abi can't give you to just anyone. Abi must know about tripe, seedlings, lathe, bebet and weights" said Fadil trying to convince.

"But brother, Om Edi just said that his son was very similar to him" said Silmi. Fadil and Silmi laughed.

"Loh, you guys are laughing anyway. Sebel deh" grumbled Silmi.

"If Faris is similar to his father, it is good Mimi. Later all his daughters-in-law and his besi Abi grew prosperous all" said Fadil who immediately laughed with laughter.

"Silmi, the person whose body grew sideways, a sign that his life was happy using pol. Isn't that Brother Fayang?"

"Yes dong Semok"

"HUAAAAAA y'all Zahara" whined Silmi.