The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 5

"Try the shoes, Mel! What's the same?" Mother pointed to the shoes that were still in the transparent box along with a bag with matching colors.

I think I opened the transparent box immediately. Beautiful shoes, I loved the first time I saw them.

"It's kind of small, Mom." I guess.

"Try it directly! Let's know what doesn't work."

"Good, Mom."

I tried the flat shoe on my right foot, and it turned out like I thought.

"No loading, Mom. Smallness." Despite being forced, my feet still could not enter.

"You, anyway. His body is small, but his legs are big. It's like a man's foot!" My mother smiled at my disappointment.

"Well, Mom. I'm not the one who wants to. But from his son, he loved it like this. Yaudah's welcome, right?" I chose to take off my shoes. Rather than being broken, if it is forced.

"Jaudah no papa, tomorrow if you have become his wife, just ask to buy another larger size than this. Mending you said too, afraid tomorrow if there is another delivery, the size is small again, right?"

"But shame, Mom. It's like that nodong?"

"It's no problem, than Mubadzir? Do you want to love someone else?"

"Yes, no, Mom. Time to be given to someone else anyway?"

"Well that's why, right mending you say now, rather than later already bought again, right?"

"Yes too, Mom. But I'm embarrassed to have to send messages often. Afraid of the chaos. So not good, right?" I still reason.

"Yes, tomorrow I'll speak directly, if you return the proposal."

"Reply application? Is there an event, Mom? I thought it was a proposal, it was accepted, yes it is done so. Is there another show?" I put the shoes back in the box.

"Yes, tomorrow you go to the house of Mr. Joseph, reply to the proposal. Bring it there."

"I'm the same, Mom? Mommy's not coming?"

"No, who will stay the same? If you come along, bother carrying the goods too. If you are the same, use a motorbike is enough. If the family goes all in, then you have to rent a car as well, increase the cost, right?" Mother gave a reasonable explanation.

"Yes, too, Mom." I nodded in understanding.

After everything was done, I immediately went into the room. Prepare for a break. It turned out to be quite late. I have to go to bed immediately, if I don't want to get up late to pray. But as people have become a habit today, I checked the phone first, who knows there is important info that I should know immediately.

It turns out that Mas Aak also sent me a message. To be honest, I fluttered when I opened the message. Have I started falling in love with my future husband? A husband candidate who is very far from the criteria of my dream man? I took a deep breath.

"Okay, forget the criteria of the dream man. Focus on the man who will be your husband! Anyway, he's gonna be your husband tomorrow, Mel." I muttered to myself in the room. I hope no one hears it.

[Where, Deck? Shirt same shoes fit? I hope you like it, I'm sure it will suit you.]

[Good night.]

[Happy break.]

I smiled at myself reading it, it felt stiff but it turned out to be enough to make the heart flowery. It feels like this gets the attention of a man.

"Astaghfiullah!" I immediately took a stand, controlling my heart. It's not worth me like this. After all, he's not halal for me. I shook my head, resisting the devious thoughts.

I decided to keep my phone. I didn't reply to a message from Mas Aak. It's been too late, not good for both of us, I'm afraid it will cause temptation for both of us. I'd better get it back in the morning. I will reply according to the actual conditions.

***

One week later, my father and I visited Mr. Joseph's house to return the proposal. The distance is not too far from my house, it only takes about twenty minutes by riding a motorcycle at medium speed. I looked around the house before the door opened.

In the garage, there is a car with two vespa motors, also three duck motorcycles. It is possible that Mas Aak is a fan of vespa motorcycles. They really are family. To be honest, I became inferior, afraid that my family was not comparable to the Mas Aak family.Because we are from a mediocre family, not a rich family or a well-respected family.But I still feel lucky, because the father is a figure who cares a lot about the education of his son, so I can finish college, until finally becoming a teacher. Although only an honorary teacher, but I hope it can lift my parents' degrees.

I shook my head slowly. I can't think badly of the Mas Aak family. I'm sure, my future in-laws won't have a problem with property, considering they're religious-savvy.

Shortly after, the door opened. We are welcome to enter. Me and Dad, we went in and sat in the living room chair. Unexpectedly, my future mother-in-law sat beside me. He welcomed me warmly. When you met with Mr. Yusuf, Mas Imron and Mas Aak, Bu Yusuf invited me to chat together.

"Where, Son Mela? Teaching smoothly?" Joseph sat tilting his seat, so that we could face each other, even though we were sitting side by side on the long sofa.

"Thank God, fine, ma'am." I smiled clumsyly, I was afraid that it would be impolite. Considering that Bu Yusuf is a retired religious teacher, to be honest I was afraid of being judged by him.

"Thank God. How long have you been teaching? So what class?" Bu Yusuf asked again, still talking about my profession.

"It's only been about two years, ma'am. Not too long ago. Now hold third grade, ma'am. If you hold a large class, you still do not dare to do so. Still lack of experience."

"No papa, tomorrow will also be possible. It could be because you're used to it. The important thing remains the spirit to serve, to seek reward." Ma'am Yusuf smiled again, a smile that was so soothing.

"Yes, Mom. Hope so. If Mas Aak still allows me to teach, after marriage." I suddenly became worried, afraid that I would not be allowed to teach again. Remembering as a wife, must follow the orders of the husband. But I hope, Mas Aak still allows me to teach. Both of his parents are retired teachers.

"certainly allowed. If you are not given permission, say it to Mom! Let me tell Aak. What is the importance of teaching. After all, if at home continues, surely you will also be bosen. If you are in school, there will be new experiences that you will not get if you are at home." My mother-in-law's future reassured me. I can see, he must have been a very energetic and enthusiastic person in teaching.

"It's fine, Mom." I nodded, lucky that someone would still support me in my profession.

"Aak doesn't have a permanent job either. So if you teach, at least you will have money for your needs later."

The deg!

I was silent, I could not comment. So, am I the one who has to look for the cost of living for both of us later?