The Huckold Married??

Two Choices

"What are you doing?! son of a bitch!! Your father and mother have never educated you into this, the urgency of the association is not clear" wrath of Imran.

"But the important thing is that Raffan never mabok same zina Dad."

Still dare to be cut off the anger of the father who unsheathed the murderous gaze.

"Who knows that one day you didn't do all that! considering your association alone is already very veered from the teachings of the family!"

The thunderous sound in the morning was enough to defeat the sound of sholawat tarhim from the mosque not far from their home.

"So I swear Raffan?"

Brak!

Imran pounded the table making a loud noise so that his wife could not resist the overwhelming shock until her body jolted.

"Your association brings bad, and your association is not unlikely to further plunge you Raffan! you've grown up thinking what's good and what's bad, stay away from everything God forbids" the man who cursed the scabbard was worried about his friends and family.

"Going home from college and hanging out with friends who bring bad things and just came home early in the morning blind, when will you be?!" Imran still looks overflowing.

"Until Raffan is satisfied and bored," replied lightly.

"Wait until you commit a greater sin! then you're just gonna change your nature!?" Imran shook his head never believing that he had such an amazing son testing his and his wife.

The owner of the universe really gives the greatest test through his own son, whether he is able to lead his son to the path that his creator really riddled with.

Every day Imran did not even stop praying that his son could change, changing everything from his association and behavior that was not in accordance with the teachings of their religion.

"Raffan," now Hayati voiced, his voice was quite friendly than the old man whose chest was still up and down indicating his emotions had not subsided enough.

Raffan lowered his head did not dare to answer the call from his mother, his mother was indeed more patient to face him although do not expect to defend if it has been faced with his father, moreover Raffan did admit he was wrong.

"Take off your earrings!" imran orders with eyes on.

Again the Ustad invaded his ears with a very loud snapping sound, ignoring his wife now stroking his chest in shock with his voice for the umpteenth time.

"Cranes? just one doang too," he still had time to grumble but his hand moved to remove the earrings from his right ear.

"We can't keep letting you like this Raffan, Daddy and Mom love you so much, Dad and Mom don't want our only son to be untrue, being a delinquent while you know your father is a teacher and routinely filling out studies at the mosque, do you not think about your father's good name? your Grandfather's family's good name is already very famous in various cities, you have puberty and it means that you have the sense to understand also understand what things must be carried out and prohibited by God," said Hayati stared at the child playing earrings in his hand that had been separated from his right ear.

Because as I remember Imran the child behaved like this after sitting in the third grade of High School, and it became more when he entered college so he was very difficult to control his son and return it as before.

"There is no need to speak softly to this wretched child, just make him choose!"

Again, Imran felt lost patience with his son, also began to be anxious with his wife according to him to speak softly also useless to a child named Raffan Alawi, who was a child, it has been named as good as that and accompanied by prayer eh but his behavior is always intersecting with sin, too much to the harm done.

"Choose? choose what? well, the choice is risky for sure," his mouth muttered while alternately looking at Father and Mother like looking for answers from every face he saw.

Hayati took a deep breath and threw it away together by looking at the husband who seemed to sweat a little.

"You choose to get married or I put it in the boarding school!?"

Raffan straightened his body to hear the question that had just been asked by the father.

"What kind of choice is this? married married married? boarding school?" his words showed displeasure.

"Married? no way, Raffan is only 19 years old, Dad don't bother," obviously refused the first request.

"Then you choose to enter the pesantren" urged Imran impatiently.

Raffan shook his head, "not really! according to Raffan, it is too late to enter the boarding school, Raffan's age will be so slow to accept everything taught in that place" he said again refused.

"Too many excuses and your defense! back when Dad wanted to get you into the pesantren what did you say? Dad learned religion not only through pesantren, it's not what you said then now you say late, too many of your stories!" sambar Imran imitated what his son had once said.

In the past when just graduated from Junior High Imran did intend to enter Raffan into a boarding school owned by his friend but the boy refused with all pretexts and foolishly he believed in the words of his son, the boy, it is regretful not right now if he finally knows that his son will hang out carelessly of course he was better to force and drag his son to the boarding school.

The voice of the morning Adhan was already reverberating to make Imran rise from his seat then look at the child while saying, "after the mosque Daddy will ask for an answer," firmly and clearly do not want any more rebuttal from his son seen in his way of stepping quickly while justifying Koko who he wears.

The man seems to have been reluctant to invite his son to pray at dawn at the mosque, he has often invited his son but the child did not move even when he invited.

"Mom" Raffan looked at her like he was asking for help.

"This is also the decision of Mother," said Hayati as she rose from her seat leaving the child who now violently damaged her hair.

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