Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

55. Apply Humaira?

"What does Father mean? Is there such a requirement to work in this company, sir?"

Gibran smiled cynically. The man pulled himself back. Humaira, a pretty name but a little plain. Not a little, but it seems very innocent because he is only 19 years old.6 years younger than him.

"I assume your answer is yes. If you'd like to, I'd like to propose to you Humaira."

"Huh?"

The woman was made dumbstruck by the silly words of the man in front of her. Humaira gawked, she couldn't possibly have misheard, clearly Gibran said that he wanted to propose to her. But wait, applying for what?

"I'd like to propose to you to be my wife. You're ready, aren't you?"

As if understanding Humaira's confusion and questions, Gibran went straight to the point. After all, for Gibran, that love doesn't really matter. His heart is for another woman. Married to anyone who does not have to use love, he can love and respect anyone who will be his wife in the future.

"Sir .. don't joke. This isn't funny. I'm still single, but I don't want to get married. I will only work to meet the needs of my mother and sisters. I haven't-"

"I'll finance them. You know I can, Humaira. You know that marriage doesn't always have to be out of love, if marriage can bring good in the future, isn't it good for us too?"

Humaira fell silent, she knew what Gibran meant, but that doesn't mean she can immediately agree, marriage is also not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Everything needs careful consideration, Humaira does not want her marriage to end short just because of improper intentions.

"I wait for the answer until tomorrow, Humaira. Here's my business card, if you need anything, call me."

The woman's hand was outstretched, she took Gibran's business card but then smiled. "Sorry before, sir. I cannot accept your proposal. Not because I don't want to, but I can't. Marriage isn't something to be played with, I know you know better than me."

Humaira returned the business card, then bowed and turned away from the room.

"Wait on Humaira."

Gibran held the woman's wrist in front of him. "Take this, I'm not sure but I know you'll need it. Don't be selfish Humaira, this isn't just for you, think of your family."

Humaira. The woman took Gibran's business card, bowed back and left. The woman's head lowered during the walk, even when someone passed her, Humaira seemed not to see the existence of the wife of the owner of the company.

Kiara's forehead shriveled faintly, even though she was going to greet the employee, but the employee had darted away leaving her.

"Eishhhhhhhh .. never mind!"

He walked back, smiling and running towards Gibran. Kiara forgot her limits, she jumped up, embracing Gibran's neck hugging the man.

The man's hand was floating behind Kiara's back, she was trembling, wanting to return her brother-in-law's embrace but thankfully Kiara had already let go of that hug.

"Ah, I'm sorry Gibran. I didn't mean it." The woman was shaking the horse. He went back to prancing.

"What's wrong?" ask Gibran. "What makes you a big brother?"

"Mas Abie's. He said, tomorrow Mas Abie wants to take me on Gibran's honeymoon. We want to umroh first, the abis went to Japan. Oh, my God, Kia's really smart."

"Goddessa ...." Gibran rubbed the top of Kiara's head. The man smiled but only he himself knew what that smile meant. "May Kia and Abie be happy. I'm with the seneng."

Kiara nodded. She did not expect that such a day would come to her and her husband. Kiara thought Habibie was just kidding when she said they were going on their honeymoon, but it turned out ... Habibie meant what he said.

"Thank you, Gibran."

** **

That night, in the final prostration of the third of the night, Gibran bowed for a very long time. He sobbed in silence, the man spilled all the unrest and also the sorrow in his heart. Gibran begged forgiveness for the feeling that appeared without him asking, Gibran also promised that he would never touch Kiara again even if only a fingernail. Yesterday was his last day to touch his sister's woman.

Gibran turned his hand up again. The man prayed for everything. Not only for himself but also for those who loved him as well as those he cared about, Gibran knew his mistakes were too many. But Gibran did not lie, he would completely change, his love would only stop here, one more thing Gibran asked for, he begged God to accept his intention to marry Humaira. He would invite Humaira to build a household even though he actually did that to keep Habibie and Kiara married.

Finished with his evening prayers, Gibran returned to bed, just about to lie down, suddenly the phone next to the nightstand shook. The man looked at his phone carefully. New number?

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumssalam, sir. Mr. Gibran it's me Humaira sir. Sir help me, Mother ... My mother suddenly fainted, I had taken her to the hospital but the doctor said that she had to have surgery. Help me, Sir. I don't have any money."

Without waiting for anything else, Gibran immediately snatched his car keys. The man picked up the jacket then got out of the room in a hurry. Why should it be sudden, even though Gibran did not pray bad things for Humaira.

"This is true .. I don't know if this is the answer of all my do'a-do'a, or God is just testing you Humaira."

** **

Gibran's footsteps entered the IGD area of the hospital. He ran when he saw Humaira sitting with her head bowed.

"Geez!"

The woman looked up, and she stood up, approaching Gibran with tears.

"Mother, Sir. My mother has a problem with her heart. The doctor said he had to have surgery soon, otherwise he probably wouldn't have survived. They don't want to save mom. I don't have any money, sir!"

Humaira fell back. He was confused who to ask for help, all his brothers he had contacted but no one wanted to help him.

"Already, Humaira. Calm down first." Gibran patted Humaira's shoulder slowly. "I will take care of the administration. You wait here!"

The woman nodded. Humaira went back and forth. She was really afraid of losing her mother, only the mother was the place she complained about, the mother was the real home for Humaira, she didn't want anything bad to happen to her, no.

"Oh my God, may you be well."