The Huckold Married??

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Married or pesantren is really not in his mind at the moment, really Raffan felt his brain exploded thinking about those two options until he forgot to pray at dawn.

"Even I will not be able to khusyuk," his grunts throw a jacket to the edge of the bed.

"Mom and Dad could be giving me options that are not in the record of my life in the near future," scratching his head his sleepiness was completely lost somehow due to the thought of getting married or entering a boarding school.

"Haw? obviously it is not possible that I will not be free anywhere because on the phone every day the same wife to go home, while entering the pesantren is more unlikely my soul and body must be locked in that place, I will not be able to race hanging out and hanging out, can't I wear a glove with Koko every day? not really me!" dropping his body on the bed and then rolling indistinctly.

"Allah help your servant who is in the old man's demand."

In this situation, he also asked for help from the owner of the universe who might be more on his side with his parents.

"Raffen."

The call from the direction of the door made Raffan turn his body, and he realized that it was time for him to give an answer, take a decision for his life.

"Hurry up!" his grunts were irritated to feel it was time to think very briefly.

His body felt so heavy to get out of bed, Raffan was so upset that his steps looked lazy to the door to find his father who was waiting after returning from the mosque.

His regular steps though slow but already took him in the living room with his father who was sitting waiting.

Look now he feels like his father is like a cruel judge preparing to punish him, the look in the eyes of the man really intimidates a Raffan who is even called the street-roofed conqueror of the outer track.

Holy hooch! right now he's really made unable to dwell by his own father.

"Dad is waiting for your answer."

Clearly the voice that now sounded flat was even like a bang for Raffan until his body swayed slightly in shock.

Before speaking Raffan chose to sit first accompanied by the sound of his breathing which was somehow very heavy even though he was quite sure for the decision he would take.

"Married, Raffan chose marriage," he said, scratching his head so hard that his hair was getting messy.

"You sure?" Hayati looked a little incredulous, didn't she know her son who was even hungry for freedom.

"Yakin Ibuuu," anxiously answered the doubts of the woman who gave birth to him 19 years ago.

Yes, Raffan chose to get married because he thought he was married only his status was locked while his soul and body could still be free to roam with his friends, free to hang out as usual, as usual, instead of having to stay in the boarding school to be a cottage child, all of which are arranged from starting to sleep until waking up, and it is certainly not a pleasant choice, he said, moreover, he had already thought about what conditions he would ask for.

Hah, of course he will not be a submissive child who easily follows and chooses the choice that his parents ask for, there are conditions that will obviously benefit him.

Ustad Imran exhaled slowly to the child and said, "then tomorrow we will go to east Java, to the pesantren belonging to my friend."

"Well what?" confused Raffan with a tense expression.

Didn't he agree to marry? then why does his father still want to take him to the pesantren? Raffan was really astonished by his father's words.

"You said you wanted to get married, didn't you?" ask Ustad Imran.

"Yes, then why would you take Raffan to the boarding school? I thought Raffan was a little boy who could be lied to!" grunts Raffan not accept.

He has chosen to marry at least he can choose for himself who the woman who will be his wife, that's what Raffan had thought.

"Raffan says getting married doesn't want to go to a boarding school and be a santri's son!" continued Raffan furious with his nyolot face.

"Ckckckck," Ustad Imran clucked to hear his son speak.

The child always prioritizes emotions rather than the brain, actually not much different from him who often loses patience in teaching the child.

"You will marry there Raffan, with the woman that Father and Mother have chosen."

Hayati answered Raffan's timelessness to make his son round his eyes very wide.

"With one of the teachers at the boarding school his friend Dad," continued Hayati who made Raffan like a lightning strike.

Choosing to marry alone has been a very difficult decision for him and now it still has to be betrothed, oh come on this is not the time of Siti Nurbaya right?

"So that means Raffan is in a match? astaghfirullah Ibu, Raffan is not Siti Nurbaya," he said he felt unacceptable and protested.

"I mean Raffan treatment of Father and Mother very easy fooling, then Raffan chose in the pesantren aja so santri be santri all," he said to change the choice.

Ustad Imran shook his head, "that man in his hands, don't be the man who was a plan for a moment A moment B, then changed again to C, the first choice is the most final! no more changes!" firmly, Ustad Imran no longer wants to hear his son argue about what they have determined.

Didn't expect Hayati moved to sit next to her son and tidied up the black hair of the messy child, "believe me we just want the best for you Raffan, Raffan, we admit we're a little selfish but we don't want to let you go out of your way" gently and lovingly reassured her son.

Resignation, well that's what Raffan now has to accept he's been trying to refuse but impossible against the will of his parents.

"Yes, but Raffan has one request" Raffan raised his face.

Hayati nodded while saying, "what? just say God willing Father and Mother will obey him."

"After marrying Raffan wants to stay at Raffan's house alone with Raffan's wife, so that Father and Mother do not interfere in Raffan's household affairs later," Raffan replied demanding.

Imran was just about to speak up but Raffan again let out his voice.

"Wouldn't Raffan be the head of the family, in religion we also teach after marriage should stay at home alone not mixed with parents, of course Dad knows that," cynical Raffan.

Hayati looked at her husband and nodded, winking her eyes, giving the code for her husband to obey what their son wanted.

"Alright, you can live in the house of the father in South Jakarta, it is also quite close to your campus," said Imran who agreed with the wishes of the child.

Raffan smiled a little felt the choice of marriage and marriage is much better than having to live in pesantren, at least by getting married he can still run away later.

"Raffan wants to know how Raffan's future wife, does he already know if he will be betrothed?" Raffan began to be curious considering that he was getting married tomorrow and it was very, very short and fast.

Surely they wouldn't have come to ask a woman to marry him, would they? they want to be rejected raw!

"You take it easy, you just have to say kabul ijab and legal marriage in religion and also the country" said the Ustad.

Jeez, it turns out that his parents had planned everything very carefully and well without saying anything to him, then he was immediately shot with a difficult choice that he inevitably had to choose.

Raffan glanced in annoyance at the father who was now smiling triumphantly.

"Your wife-to-be is Adeefa Ranaya, one of the teachers in the pesantren friend of Dad, she is beautiful and she first met Mom already likes her directly," Hayati explained how the woman who will be her daughter-in-law tomorrow.

"Teacher? Teacher njai?" ask Raffan.

Hayati and Imran nodded simultaneously.

"Let's you get to sing along with Defa or maybe be taught najari later," ketus ustad Imran.

"Raffan's gini-gini can also najai Dad, although not yet khatam Korannya," grunts Raffan did not accept with his father's statement as if he could not pay at all.

"Not bad, how old is he? raffan's age, right?" asked his wife's age.

Hayati was silent for a moment glancing at her husband who was silent like he was not interested in giving an answer, well he had to answer.

"25 years."

Hayati answered briefly.

"Huh 25?"

This time Raffan almost died sitting down to hear the age of the woman he was going to marry, 25 years and that means older than his age.

"Father and Mother are right! 25 Years difference 6 years with Raffan! crazy when his son is in droves!" raffan protested until he no longer thought about what he said out of his mouth.

"There is no problem with age, if your wife is older than you, you will still be the head of the family and the priest in the household, there is no more protest Dad will immediately contact your friend and say we will go there tomorrow morning," said the ustad as he moved from his seat leaving his son and wife.

"Crazy! ruwet-ruwet, what nightmare am I semalem!" grumbling witnessed by his mother who did not say a word, letting her son dissolve in anxiety.

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