
Why did I have to be emotional last night, if that girl was right I hit her and didn't care, then why did I blame her, I should apologize.
Oh God what's with me is not usually me like last night, angry - indistinct anger.
Oh yes the girl is very pretty dear her attitude sucks. Astagfirullah Al-Adzim I thought of his face instead, remember Dit Sin.
One year later.
"Addit". Mamah.
"Well, what's wrong?".
"Please Anterin mamah buy cake for study yes dit".
"Yes, come on, mah".
NENG ZAHRA Cake Shop, seeing the writing in the store made my heart flutter, somehow ZAHRA written on the board made me feel like I remembered someone.
I have never met or known anyone named Zahra.
Maybe this is just my feeling.
"Ditya, let's go down, help mamah choose what cakes to buy". Mamah woke me from the daydream.
"Eh yes mah, first of all ntar adit nyulus". Answer me
"Excuse me Ba, are there any rolls and pancakes". Ask the shopkeeper.
"Oh yeah there Mom wait a minute well, I asked my boss first". Answer the shopkeeper.
He called someone, maybe he called that guy called his boss.
"Hallo, assalamualailum Teh Ran, which is it?, there are buyers but the cake in the store is still empty, eh Tea there are rolls and cupcakes?". Ask the shopkeeper to his boss.
"Wait a minute, ma'am, the cake will soon be nyampe ko". Said to my mom.
Suddenly I saw a girl come into the store with the niqab, I don't know my heart so it's struggling again like this.
"Ba Ica please help me bring the cake inside well". He said to the shopkeeper.
"Yes Ran tea, oh yes this tea was his mother wanted to roll the same cupcake tea".
"Yes let me serve, Ba Ica please take a cake in front". Prattling
"Ready Boss tea". Said the waiter with a smile.
"Oh yes Ma'am just rolls and cupcakes or want something else too?". asked the girl to mamah.
"That's it, ditya, you want to buy a cake?".
"Oh yeah, I want brownies, yeah".
When I spoke out for some reason he immediately glanced at me.
And I again felt my heart flutter and my heart now beats faster.
Oh God what is with me.
Rania pov's.
That man was the one who argued with me at Ulva's wedding. Does he recognize me, ah no I don't wear the niqab.
Why is my heart beating and my heart beating.
Every time I meet him, I'm always like this.
Aditya pov's.
I don't know the girl, I feel like I've felt this way, and that was 1 year ago, when I met Ulva's friend, she said, his name is the same but his friend Ulva is very annoying, and he, he is very polite and calm.
O Allah, I do not know if this is wrong, what I should do, O God, I was confused when the veiled woman filled my heart I never met her again and now comes the same veiled woman who seemed to fill my heart.
"Ditya, how was that woman?" mamah suddenly asked me who the woman asked, the woman who was the shopkeeper or the boss who had made my heart flutter.
"That's a woman who wears a niqab, you like it?". What the fuck is this mom asking like this, how should I answer it.
"Indeed why mah, I'll just see him now when I immediately like it anyway".
"He is actually your son in the village, mamah deliberately invite you to his shop just to make you and him meet each other". Say mamah with ease.
"Mah, mamah what the hell". I'm a little upset.
"Loh mamah just want to know whether you like him or not, mamah same papah has actually set you up with him in 6 months ago". It was clearly mama, and it shocked me.
"Mood anything anyway do something uncompromising first just as adit".
"Dit please, please feel sorry for the woman her sister is married and she is not married yet also dit, mamah pity her parents dit"
"O Allah is great". I said indignantly, why mamah attach importance to the feelings of others compared to my son.
"You are an adult, not good for long alone, besides you do not want to date ya already immediately preach and just marry him". Mama said to me. I'm ready to get married but I haven't met my soul mate yet.
Maybe this is the way God meets me with my soul mate, he can indeed be the girl God has betrothed me. I finally made my mother's request.
"Allah Adit will accept this match". There's actually a sense of pleasure in my heart, too, but I don't know I'm still thinking about Ulva's friend.
"Alhamdulillah, then mama will send papah home tomorrow and the day after tomorrow we will go to his house to preach it". Mama said thankfully and passionately.
I saw the knitting of happiness on the face of the current mamah, her smile continued to be etched in her beautiful bi ir.
Isn't it pleasing to parents also get a reward, so I will try to accept this matchmaking, and forget Ulva's friend named Ran.
Today I am getting ready to go to his house with mama papah.
"Come on Ditya, you don't get nervous about it dong". Say papah to me.
"Dit doesn't have to strain it dong". Sela Mamah's.
I don't know why I suddenly got so tense and nervous.
As soon as we were greeted by papah's friend. His name is Om Davit and Aunt Rini.
"Please enter the bathtub, son Adit" said aunt Rini to mamah papah and me.
"Where's your son Dav" said papah asked om Davit.
"For a while I called you first" said aunt Rini.
__Rania pov___.
I do not know what event at home suddenly there are guests and I was told to be ready by mamah.
Suddenly I stung Mom knocking on the door and calling my name.
"Yes ma'am just entered not in the key ko" I said.
"Are you ready, baby?" mother asked me, I was confused.
"What's wrong, ma'am?". My toot.
"Om Ardi's family and Aunt Resa have come" replied the mother.
"Who are they, ma'am?" ask again.
"Your father-in-law ran, they'll be preaching to you ". Mother's words surprised me.
Mom suddenly told me I was going to khitbat. I'm disappointed why you didn't talk to me about this first.
"What does mother mean?". I asked in an annoyed tone.
"Mother and father agreed to betroth you Ran, and now they have come to preach you".
"Mom why don't you tell me from yesterday - yesterday mom". Speak to me in a huffed tone.
"Mother please Za accept this match, you know your father is sick and I don't want to see your father get worse because of your refusal Za" she said tearfully, I really can't bear to see it I finally just nodded.