The Heart Attraction Club

Proposal

Fastabi saw a sheet of paper tucked under the door of his room as he came home.

Take that paper.

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He was eager to squeeze the paper and throw it in the trash if only he could not remember his mother's cheerful smiling face as she handed the paper to him.

But in the end Fastabi did it too.

He gulped down a glass of water provided at a table in his room. After that, immediately clean yourself and prepare for the ashar prayer.

Her mother knocked on her bedroom door after she finished her wirid. Madam Muiz poked her head.

" How? Already read?"

" Emm, I'll just read ma'am"

" all right. I'll help do'a I hope the choice is right. Anyway, I want to hear the answer immediately. Okay?"

" Okay mom"

Fastabi closed the door to her room. But there was another knock.

" Abi, you're not angry anymore, are you?" Nonya Muiz asked from behind the door.

" No ma'am"

He soon heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Fastabi picked up the paper he had thrown into the trash.

Opened slowly so as not to tear the paper that has been squeezed earlier.

Fastabi sighed then placed the paper on the table after reading it.

He only remembered two points. Her name is Siti Sarah and she is 22 years old. It's 11 years different with him.

Regarding the physical characteristics described in the writing did not make him want to imagine it. Plus no photos attached.

Tonight, inevitably, he must have a wish and beristikhoro. To calm his heart.

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I was still in my hometown when kiai Mukhsin contacted me about my answer.

I followed my mother's advice not to answer first.

You know what the answer is on the part of men?

Aye!

Aye!

Aye!

" You how's Sarah? Want to move on to the next stage?"

" Ma, I want to" My tears spilled.

" Thank God" "Why you, Sarah?"

" It's okay kiai"

" all right. Mr. Muiz said that if both were accepted, the proposal would be done next Friday. How ready to be born, right?"

" Ready to go"

My heart's pounding. It has been arranged what moments will happen in the future in my mind. I hid my little smile to the mother who was looking at me with a happy face of course.

" When are they gonna be here for the proposal?" This time it was me who asked.

" Front Friday insha Allah, tub"

Friday in our village is a big day. So most parties will be held on that day.

Parittiga market our district is very crowded on Friday. So some people avoid selling sahang or pepper on that day, toke-toke will buy it at a cheap price because many sell it too.

My mother and I almost fell out of sight and saw the tub immediately stirring the paint. He said our house was about time to change color.

And I'm getting more and more excited about cooking. My mother's cooking duties were taken over by me all. I also made cassava fish pennies, otak-otak, empiang, jongkong, rocket.

Actually it's not that I don't know in total just that I want my cooking to be assessed and given input by my mother who is good at cooking.

What will the in-laws say?

I am ticklish myself.

Menu at the application later said mother, make lakso, serabi cake.

Asik! New knowledge again.

My mother was busy sewing the family uniform. Bang Fauzan and yuk Jamilah, his wife made it all the same.

Holy hooch!

Plus the news of the proposal was also spread to the ears of people in the village.

Who else would the exchange be if not my aunt from next to my mother.

Bibik Rofi'ah moreover, come from my mother. She has been involved in several fights with ace-ace, Chinese shopkeeper women for being too low to bargain for goods when shopping at the market. He did not even want to buy the offer even if it was only five thousand, two thousand!

That's how it is to deal with him.

Naturally fitting in the night market, the village girls looked at me from toe to head. Feels skinned by me.

Fortunately, they did not ask me what the recipe enticed the rich bachelor.

But no matter my aunt, Rofi'ah's aunt reported back to me. That someone asked him which village Sarah took the pellets in.

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Fastabi had thought about what decision his parents made before he answered.

" Abi, you're not mad when we say yes?" Ask Mr. Muiz when he finishes his dinner.

Fastabi did not answer his father's questions. Maybe that was the answer to Istikhoro last night. Inner resigned.

" We're going to propose. You don't run away again. Later, your future in-laws even thought it was unacceptable" Madam Muiz interrupted.

" I can't go with Mom this Friday. New proposal parts. I didn't mean to run away, but I couldn't. Maybe it can be set to Friday in front of him again"

" Halaaah! It will fail again if you procrastinate!" Mr. Muiz.

" Tomorrow we go buy some props"

" Okay, the sooner the better"

" Where are you going?" Ask mistress Muiz suspiciously.

" I want to check the construction of a house that has begun to continue again. And there's an interview from the local paper"

" What's wrong with your candidate?" Ask Ms. Muiz to Fastabi.

" It's mom, I don't know what the standard is. Like the ex-widow. What is its name, forget! The one that if you hang out with me, his face is sour"

" Eh, bi. The news is the son of the kades that the doctor has a crush on you, huh?" Ask lady Muiz.

Fastabi shrugged his shoulders.

" Doctor loh though. He was a step late" Mr. Muiz said "But, that's it! Don't go near the kades family. He once saw me because he did not become a supporter during the election of the kades earlier" he added.

" Not to look at the others anymore. My brother has a candidate"

" Now with your sister the Epat Epot, Lina Linot this bi"

" Nah mom even sneered. The word is do'a bu" Reply Bilal.

Fastabi finished his dinner.

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A luxury car and two pickup cars were parked in the courtyard of the house. My friends helped the car kernet down the glass cabinet and one large bed.

Mostly in our area, the application event has directly brought such items.

Includes delivery of women's equipment also such as toiletries, makeup equipment, face, clothes, sandals, bags, sewing supplies hand sewing, bedding, umbrellas.

I don't think the marriage is void. Ow hell!

But there are also indirect ones like that.

Mr and Mrs Muiz got out of the car. Each carried a gift that had been wrapped in a rattan basket. Bibik Rofi'ah and Bibik Jumaili helped bring it.

" Where's the candidateaaa buuu?" Rofi'ah's aunt asked as she led to the house.

" There's still work so you can't attend" replied Ms. Muiz.

Bibik Rofi'ah gulped.

After a long discussion, finally the wedding event as well as the reception will be held next month. It was all men insist want to be held next week.

I plan to make my own wedding dress including for the groom as well. Madam Muiz finally agreed even though her face looked doubtful as I said my intention.

He had planned to hire a famous wedding organizer from Pangkalpinang. Including the wedding dress that is still sealed that automatically costs much more.

The event will be held on the Marbei coast. And of course we can see his private island.

Seriate...

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