The Enemy Brings My Destiny

Pinang

Arriving at the home page was right. If there are guests at the moment. Seen there are two cars that look foreign to Azri's vision.

"Sister. Whose guest is it?!."

Again, his brother just put his shoulders and passed just like that, making Azri increasingly frustrated mixed emotions. Azri stepped behind her brother.

Upon arriving at the living room there were three people whom Azri did not recognize at all. Azri approached her mother because she told her to sit next to her. Her brother had already stepped into another room. Maybe to his own room. Bathin Azri's.

"Ma. Who are they?." Azri asked whispering in her mother's ear that was covered by the hijab.

His mother smiled instead of answering Azri's question.

Azri noticed the face of the foreign face. When examined again, one of the faces seemed familiar in Azri's vision sense. Azri's mind again fondled where he would meet the face. After a few minutes, he finally remembered. Ja. The man was the same man as before in the Martial Padepokan. Pantes was brother Zuhdi did not want to talk more about the man?!. Think Azri.

"Acenio..."

The call made Azri aware of his daydream. "Yes, Ma?." Confused ask.

"You why?. There are even dreamy guests." Reproved mother.

"Np. No papa, Ma."

"Azri."

"Yes, pa?."

"introduce. This is papa's friend and his family. His name is Mr. Arman and Mr. Selma." Papa. Azri just smiled politely at the old man's guest.

" Someday they will be our family. "Say her father again.

"I mean, what?" Azri asked confusedly.

"Yes. We plan to marry you to Arman's son, his name is Aqlan." Obviously father.

What news is this?!. Married married?!. Just be right!!. Azri could only get angry in his heart without daring to say the word.

"Married?!"

"Yes, son." Answer his father again.

Without a word Azri immediately got up from his seat and left the room to his own room on the second floor. He did not want to think about the feelings of the people in the living room.

Last afternoon, he asked for permission to work for his mother. And now?. How will she work if she is already a wife?!.

Without feeling her tears just flow. I don't know what he's crying about right now. What was clear was that he could not refuse the proposal if his father instead accepted.

Azri drowned her face into the pillow. Isakan who came out of his lips also accompanied the silence tonight.

"Sir." Along with that voice Azri also felt a touch on his arm. Slowly Azri kept the pillow away from her face.

"Sister..." His call and immediately threw a hug into his brother's body. "Sister. Do you know about this?." he asked while sobbing in the arms of his beloved sister.

"Yes. Brother knows.."

"Why didn't you talk?!. You're bad, you know?!!." Azri said while beating the arm of Zuhdi who was locking his tiny body. "I'm not ready yet, brother... I still want to be free."

"Yes, brother knows. But mommy and dad have been planning all this since you were in high school, deck."

"Azri doesn't want to... Azri doesn't want to...!"

"It's quiet. If you are not willing we speak well with papa if you reject him. " Say Zuhdi still with his palm gently rubbing his sister's back. "Let's get off. It's not good to have guests in the room."

"Azri won't come down. Azri wants to be here, brother."

"Who said?. Brother knows. So if you don't want to, you go down and say no. That way. Come ahh?!" Zuhdi pulled Azri's hand which made the girl finally forced to rise.

Azri breathed out a rough breath. There is free rejection. Because her brother was definitely going to always dominate.

"Yes, yes..!!"

"Yes, wash your face first..!"

"Yes." Yeah."

Again Azri can only obey. Finish washing Azri face justifies briefly the look of his face in front of the mirror and then behind his brother out of the room.

Not yet in the living room. Even Azri's feet had just climbed some of Azri's stairs again stopped his steps because he found someone was standing not far in front of him.

"sorry. Can we talk, Azri?. " Tell the man. His eyes fixed on Azri's face.

Azri turned towards her brother who was nodding back by Zuhdi. Azri turned her head back towards the face of the man before her. Azri nodded.

The man immediately pulled the corner of his lips after getting an answer from Azri .

"You guys are talking on the side porch." Zuhdi said before leaving.

As her brother Azri said, she took Aqlan to the side porch. After arriving the two sat on the floor with a gaze pointing to the fountain in the garden. Long enough both of them were just accompanied by silence and quiet. But it can't be left for much longer. Think Azri.

"How are we going to get married when I don't know you." Azri finally said.

"But I know you. You're my daughter's teacher."

"Ehh?!." Azri reflex turned her head to the face of the man beside her. " Daughter?. Are you a widower ?" Azri asked curiously.

"No. I have never been married but I do have a child who is also one of your students in Nanzea." Aqlan.

Azri did not speak anymore. His mind was wandering somewhere. Aqlan has a son and has never been married. Mean...?. Oh naw. She doesn't want to have a husband like that. She wants to have a good husband.

"Azri."

"Yes?"

"Are you willing to be my wife?. " Aqlan's question made Azri look down deeply.

"Sorry before. But we don't know each other at all. "

"I told you. I knew you, a few years ago. Even before now, I've asked for you too."

"When?"

"When you're touring school out of town."

Azri was silent again. Then I said "I can't answer now. I need time to think about it."

"Yes of course. I'll give you time to think about it. But I asked. Don't take long." Aqlan looked at Azri's face expectantly.

"In the Shayah of Allah."

Aqlan shook her smile. "alright. Then I go home first." he said.

"Oh. Ja. Come on..?!" Azri answered, rising up and stepping into the house and followed by Aqlan behind him.

After Aqlan left, Azri re-entered his room. His body was immediately thrown on the bed. A few minutes of dreamland has come to pick up.

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