Stuck Married a Contract with a Young Arab Master

The Jeddah Airport

Maymunah POV.

After a few hours of waiting, it was finally time to board the Emirats that we were about to board.

There was a great annoyance when going to enter the plane, it turns out Sultan only booked an Economy class ticket for me, while he himself booked a business class which certainly has more facilities and comfortable.

"So we'll sit apart?" I asked this man who was my husband.

" Yes, baby, sorry yes.it was my ticket from before leaving for Indonesia.

I tried to get a business class ticket for you, too, but he said it ran out. I'm sorry" he said with a face full of regret.

Actually I have no problem riding Economy class as well, because it is used to ride Economy class, yes understand the name is also only a TKW.

I just want to know the Sultan's reaction when I protest, it turns out he looks guilty.

"Yes, go in first, your class has been called up" I told the Sultan.

With a heavy heart, he nodded and walked into the plane, while I was still waiting for the Economy class turn to be welcome in.

I kept walking to find my seat with the paper boarding pass instructions I was holding.

After I found it, it turns out my seat was even close to the seat of Fawwaz's brother and Ahmad's friend.

Degs..

My heart was racing when I saw that face. The face that I longed for, I should be happy to have met him, but what does that mean that now I am married to the Sultan.

"Astagfirullah, why did I become such a bell?

Maymunah, relax! you've become someone's wife, even though your husband is still good, but he has promised to fight for marriage, so don't try to betray him" I murmured in my heart.

"Eh..Mae, are you in Economy class too? I thought you were sitting in the classroom business with your husband?" Ask Mr. Fawwaz.

" Hehe yes brother, he said that the mesen had run out of business class tickets" I replied as if.

Brother Fawwaz rushed up when he saw me having trouble raising my small suitcase.

He helped me put my bag in the cabin. With a sense of uncertainty, I sat down in the chair beside Fawwaz's sister.

After the plane took off and stabilized in the air, I saw Sultan walking towards the room where I was, but was stopped by the flight attendant.

He talked to a flight attendant who seemed to be from Asean but was not Indonesian.

" Sultan, he seemed very familiar with the flight attendant. Do they know each other before?, I'd better go there, pretending to go to the toilet" Gertutuku in heart.

I rushed to the Toilet which was located between business class and Economy class.

"Excuse me, I want to go to the toilet" I said in front of them, as they stood blocking the toilet door.

Sultan looked nervously at me.

"Oh, sorry miss, please come in." The flight attendant replied with an awkward smile. It seemed like he felt bad for having blocked the path.

The sultan looked like a horse.

"Miss, what do you want in the toilet?" Ask the Sultan suddenly.

Makes me flabbergasted, when he asked me what I wanted in the toilet?

I glanced at him with a sharp look.

"I want to eat" (I want to eat)My jawab with a slightly rough kettle tone. (When people want to go to the toilet are still asked what they want, I answer them if I want to eat)

The sultan was seen stalling a smile while the flight attendant next to him seemed to be unable to see me speaking rudely.

"Excuse me miss, why are you speaking rudely to my friend? do you have a problem?" Ask the flight attendant.

I rolled my eyeballs lazily.

"No, it's okay, she's my wife" Sultan said with a smile.

The flight attendant was shocked to hear the Sultan's confession, while I seemed to float up the clouds to hear the Sultan confessing to me as his wife in front of others.

With a flowery feeling, I went into the toilet, while the flight attendant looked in disbelief, heard by me, she still asked again.

"Yes, that's right, she is my wife. Is she beautiful?" The Sultan sounded proud.

****

After a few hours of airing and transit in Abudhabi, the plane we were on almost arrived at King Abdul Aziz Airport in Jeddah.

From a distance, the airport was already visible to me sitting on the edge of the plane window.

The airport looks magnificent even though it is located between the desert.

After a few hours, the plane finally landed.

"Maymunah, you go there! There's the examination section for the newcomers, after it's done, I'll wait for you at the exit. Ok?" Said Sultan while directing me, when we got inside the airport.

After that the Sultan stepped towards the passport checkpoint for the Saudi natives.

After I finished the inspection, I intended to go to the place where the Sultan intended.

"Mae, wait! " From behind I heard Fawwaz's voice stopping me.

I saw Fawwaz's brother approaching me by carrying a package.

"Mae, this is for you. And here's my number, please at Save, if you need anything, call me. I'm here while working at the KBRI. " He said, handing over his pack and a piece of paper.

"Thank you, brother, then Mae excuse me first, brother Fawwaz and brother Ahmad. Goodbye, Assalamu alaikum"

After receiving the parcel, I immediately said goodbye and immediately rushed to meet the Sultan at the exit.

"Honey, we go to cafeteria first yu, hungry right?"

Said the Sultan while pointing to a cafe located near the exit.

"Maymunah, mama ..ada Maymunah " Shouted a little girl who was in the cafe. I saw two little girls cheering happily when I saw me enter the cafe.

I remember remembering who he was.

I remembered that he was Hanan and Hanin, the twins I had taken care of while working in Mecca 4 years ago.

"Maymunah ? Oh are you really Maymunah? " Shouted the girl's mother, because she was wearing a veil, I couldn't recognize her.

"Sorry, you're madam Ibtihal, aren't you?" I asked when I recognized his voice.

"O Lord, do you recognize me Maymunah? this is me Ibtihal, how are you? Do you want to work here again?" Ask madam Ibtihal while hugging me.

Madam Ibtihal and her family were my employers who helped me when I was dumped by my former employer.

Madam Ibtihal is a very kind and pious woman, she is also very humble, although I was only her maid, but she already considers me like her own sister.

"Ummul banat, min hadzi?"(his mother's son, this is who)" asked the man next to the madam Ibtihal who turned out to be Baba Abdullah, her madam husband Ibtihal.

Baba Abdullah was a pious young sheikh, he hafidz qur'an and he was an imam as well, but he was a highly tolerant fellow Muslim.

"This is Maymunah, the girl who used to be the same as us, whom I wanted to match with my brother Muhammad, but he went back to Indonesia before my sister returned to Saudi" replied madam Ibtihal. That answer made me blush. He used to want to match me with his sister who he said was in college in England.

"Well, how's Maymunah doing?" Baba Abdullah asked without looking at me.

"Alhamdulillah, I am fine Shaykh" I replied with a bow.

" Maymunah, Yalla neruh" (Maymunah, let's go) The Sultan came to take me away.

" Madam, baba, and son..I go first, next time In sha Allah we meet again" I said farewell.

I immediately hugged madam Ibtihal and her son.

"This is my number, call us if you have anything"

After receiving the number from Madam Ibtihal, I immediately followed the Sultan's steps towards the taxi he had ordered.