Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Judgment of Both Perpetrators

The man was already in his sixty years, but physically still very healthy, sturdy and loud. He is Haikal Al Fatir. A muthawif as well as one of the famous Muslim Tour and Travel entrepreneurs.

Not only ordinary people, tourist agents have also often dispatched several ministers and officials to Muslim destinations in various parts of the world. He has even received national awards.

His arrival here is to ascertain for himself how the form and course of business that is being carried out by his second son—which sounds to spend huge funds. Is it true or not the story? Or just a mere reason so that he could be more free to do mischief in this city?

He and his wife are in a special room. Umi Ros sat behind him, while he was walking back and forth in front of Alif and Dara to judge the actions of those who were caught hugging each other in public.

“You guys have been in touch for a long time?” abah's question sounded like a multimatum.

Alif replied without venturing to raise his head, “Not yet, Abah. Dara is not divorced.”

Abah immediately interjected, “Have known Dara is still the wife of the person, but you approached her.”

“Sedang otewe widow, Abah.”

'Maybe he answer like that in times of tension like this, my goodness!' batin Dara was not inexhaustible. How could he shake off that selfless head!?

“Or don't-don't, Dara wants to divorce because of you?” the accusation is not reluctant. “The longer you leave, the less directed. You have reached the head of three you are still like this. Abah does not forbid you to be close to any woman—, because it means you are trying to find a companion. But not by taking people's wives. No ethics!”

Dara interrupted to defend her man, “Sorry, Abah ... Dara cut. Dara divorced not because of Alif, but because Dara's husband cheated on her. The reason, Dara refused at honey.”

Not how long Abah nodded. This explanation is accepted, but not by the physical contact they make.

“So why did you have to hug? In public anyway. Is it worth?” abah said again. His position was now near his son with his hands held back, like a teacher who was punishing his students.

"In public places you dare like that, especially in a quieter place? I don't know what's going on. You're not little kids. You know what Abah means?"

“Alif is just trying to calm Dara, Bah. Not more. Dara just got hit. His father was hospitalized for a stroke,” Alif tried to reason. "Next time I don't repeat," he said again like a man who was promising.

“Truely so, Dara?” ask Abah to Dara.

Dara nodded. Without realizing it his eyes piled up. It's not pretending to seek sympathy. He was indeed really naughty considering the condition of his father who is now still in the ICU room.

“Now how is your father?”

“Still in the ICU room, Bah,” replied Dara still with her head lowered.

“We are sorry about your father's condition. We make sure, later before we go home, we will take the time to visit,” Abah's voice sounded soft following with his gaze. Unlike when he spoke with his son who actually looked and sounded very creepy.

“Thank you, Abah,” said Dara later.

“And you're Alif,” Abah pointed at her son. “Stop playing girls. If you like Dara, marry her soon after the idah period. Ask his mom and dad. If you have any problems, ask us to help you. Don't be a great ass, anything you run yourself without involving us.” Abah Haikal raised Alif's chin to let him raise his head. “Listen Abah, put this ear of yours well.”

“Iya, listen, Bah,” replied Alif sounding soft.

“Bantang-petenteng is like a person who has no family!” Abah grumbling. He was getting angry, especially when he saw the domicile listed on one of Alif's identity cards stating that he had become a citizen here.

“However, Abah will not allow you to stay here. You already have a house there, so if you get married, you live there. Understand?!”

“Present, yes, understand.”

“Remember what Abah's words were. Save here well.” Abah pointed to his son's head covered in thick hair. “Do not repeat the deed before you are halal.”

“Umi want to do?” alif asked as Umi suddenly approached him. Alif's face turned very panicked. “Umi?”

“It does not feel fair if Umi just silence. Looks like you also need punishment from me,” Umi said sounding very furious. Now one hand came forward to forcefully pull Alif's ear which was actually nothing wrong.

“Umi don't Umi, geez. Forgive me!” Alif tried to avoid, but lost quickly from the hands of Uminya.

“Auw! Umi's pain, pain ...,” Alif complained and tried to remove Umi Ros's hand from his head.

Dara who was tense suddenly laughed at the interaction between the two of them, as well as the brother who even supported his wife to hurt his own child. This is a long time they have not done because Alif has been far from them.

“Sick, huh? Pain?”

“Ra, help me, Ra,” said Alif sounded very pleading. “I can be bald Umi Darling, Umi is beautiful, Umi is young.”

“I did not mempan with mouth buayamu,” reply Umi Ros with still pounding and rent the ear of his son.

Dara was so amused to see that Alif who could look cool was now helpless under the punishment of a mother-mak.

“Aduhh, O Lord .. forgive my sins. Sakiiiit pain pain!”

“Be careful you're with him, son. He's a mode. His brain is cunning. So don't be fooled. A lot of wits,” Umi said to Dara while showing her son's short brain.

Dara laughs more and more at Umi Ros's words. Dara thought she would be punished for this incident—but apparently not. They showed affection instead and asked Alif to marry him if the man really meant it to her.

That afternoon, while the family of Al Fatir was gathering in Bistro (buddy), the, Dara intends to steal the start to go to Alif's house to take all his belongings because he does not want the Alif family to suspect if they come there, then find a lot of women's clothes.

“I go first yes, Ta,” say goodbye to Vita.

Vita nodded and asked, “You want to go back to the hospital?”

“One of them was,” Dara replied.

“Umi said earlier we will all catch up with you.”

“Ok fine, thank you.” But then Dara was surprised because Vita pulled him to a place a little far from the group of people. “Eh, what's up, Ta? Why did you pull me?”

After moving away, Vita then laughed. “Can I be honest, Dar?”

Dara frowned. “I really don't know what you mean.”

“Sorry, yes. I'm the happiest person to hear you're getting a divorce. Keep married to Alif, hihihi.”

“Basic friends lucknut,” says Dara inexhaustible. See difficult friends and be happy.

“Because it means we're going to be sister, Dar.” Vita's face looks so enthusiastic.

“Just pray for the best.”

“Do you really love Alif?”

“What question is it, Ta?”

“Let's be honest, don't you like Alif for a long time, huh? Why do you shut up, if I help you. Ahahah, but whatever it is, of course I'm really happy. Why haven't you been married before? Is this what you call a delayed soul mate?”

“Already, Ta, already! I'm going home for a minute.”

“I just found out yesterday from Jack if you guys turned out to stay bersa—hmmhh!” Dara silenced the chatty mouth of her friend who was attacking nonstop.

“Awas, don't tell anyone, otherwise I refuse to be your sister-in-law.—

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To be continued.