The Last Port of Sang Bad Boy

CHAPTER 36

Silence, no one let out a word for a moment. Yes, everyone is still shocked by Ibra's bravery. So just a girlfriend, not approved, uh.malah proposed.

Actually earlier, Septian's father was just fishing, not too serious. But what happened, was beyond his expectations. Though he thought, the guts of Ibra would shrink if challenged with seriousness. I thought, a young man like Ibra, there must be no thought of getting married. But as it turned out, the young man before him was different from what he thought.

"Applying to my daughter?" After being detained, Mama Nara opened her voice first. "What do you have to dare propose to Ayleen?"

"Gosh, I almost forgot." Ibra picked up the package next to her. "It's a martabak for the family, Auntie."

Dad, Mama and Aydin, immediately gawk. Staring at the nanar white swish pouch containing martabak.

"Haha." The sound of laughter emanating from within, made their attention instantly distracted. Who else if not Alfath. Secretly, he followed Ayleen eavesdropping. "You're in the room wearing a martabak, brother. Haha." Alfath was still frowning, not realizing that his laughter was clearly heard until the living room.

"Al, your voice," cried Ayleen restrained while stepping on Alfath's foot. The guy reflexes to silence his mouth, he may forget that he is secretly nagging. Ah, so get caught.

"Bu-not applying for a martabak," Ibra was afraid they misunderstood. "This martabak is only a hand. For her proposal, I'll bring you whatever Ayleen asks." Ibra cursed himself, why also bring up this martabak at the wrong time. Can-can be when asked what has, even have martabak.

Suddenly the martabak on the table reminded Father Septian of the past. Where that day, when he came home from work, he brought martabak for the Nara family. But unfortunately, no one wanted to touch the martabak. And that incident, really made him discouraged.

"Thank you for the hammer" said Septian's father. "You know Om's favorite." He doesn't want anyone to feel the same way he did. Enough he alone knows the taste when we who only have mediocre money and sincerely want to give, even not considered at all, it hurts, hurts.

Mama Nara immediately nudged her husband's arm and glared at him. Disagree with the actions of her husband who seemed to accept Ibra.

"Are you working?" cibir Aydin's. "We're saying we'll give you whatever Ayleen asks."

"Married it doesn't just need love" Septian's father chimed in. "Why is not only the mind, but also born. Do you feel able to support my daughter?" He knew what a difficult household with a mediocre salary was like. Every day should bear the shame of the fact that his wife's salary is greater.

"God, Om."

Aydin immediately clucked softly at Ibra's reply. "Don't tell me you're counting on your parents' money?"

"I know you come from a rich family" Mama Nara chimed in. "But what is the meaning of inheritance, if work alone, you do not have. The legacy can run out, if used every day, without any income."

"I have a job, Auntie."

"Work in your father's company?" guess Mama Nara while smiling wryly. "That's previlege, not the result of your ability."

Ibra shook her head quickly. "I don't work there. I opened the motor shop." Mama Nara's forehead immediately shriveled, as well as Aydin. "Not yet open, still preparing. More place renovations and equipment. But God willing, next week it's open."

"But the same, the capital is also from parents, right?" Aydin smiled disdainfully. "You can't be anything without your parents. So don't be pretentious about proposing to people's daughters."

"If so, I cannot deny it. From his parents. I sold my mom's motorbike. From the sale of the motorcycle, I opened a workshop. It's still a place to rent."

Hearing that, Ayleen's eyes immediately glazed over. He knows Ibra loves his bike very much. And now, the man was willing to sell a motorcycle in order to have a business to be considered worthy when asking for it.

"No, that's what I said" whispered Alfath to Ayleen. "The price of Kak Ibra's motorbike is about half M, so it can make workshop business capital. Mama aja stingy, buy me a motor 50 million, ngomelnya 7 days 7 nights."

"The sin of mama herself," Ayleen jolted softly as he glared.

Looking at Ibra, Septian's father was like looking at his past. Struggling to establish himself for Nara. Opening the business was not easy, he had already experienced it. Ever wake up so many times. He appreciated Ibra's efforts.

"I have not graduated S1, have not had a diploma to apply for a job with a salary that can be said to be quite decent. So because I am an automotive hobby, I decided to try a motorcycle repair shop business. When it comes to capital from parents, I think there is no harm. Didn't Aydin Kak become a doctor, also modelled on parents?"

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Damn this boy, he could have reversed my words.

"Well, Auntie told me to make you a drink" Dad said. "Poor Ibra, it looks like she's thirsty. Where from earlier I saw a mulu dry." Ibra immediately smiled wryly. Shame for not being able to hide his anxiety.

"Don't bother 'Aunty" said Ibra.

"Good then" said Mama Nara lightly.

"Mah.." press Septian's father.

"The abbot doesn't want to, Dad." Mama Nara was breathing out violently.

"You say, Al." whispered Ayleen in a resentful tone to his sister. "Mama stingy, just drink the calculation."

"The sin of mama's own," Alfath mimicked Ayleen's sentence. The two brothers still eavesdropped behind the wall, with absolutely no intention of leaving.

"Bagini Ibrahim, starting a business is not easy" said Septian's father. "Om has already felt it. It takes persistence, it takes hard work. It's not that Om doesn't believe in your abilities. But everything needs a process. Ayleen, we raised her lovingly. Sufficient all his needs until he feels no lack. When a man asks for it, as much as possible, we also want to make sure that in the future, Ayleen does not lack anything, whether love or the needs of life."

Ibra lowered her head, she understood what Ayleen's father meant. "I'll make sure Ayleen doesn't lack anything, Om."

"I appreciate the courage you came here to ask Leen. Before we accept or refuse. We want you to prove first if you are financially capable. Being able does not mean you have to be rich first, but at least, you have income. And one more thing, getting married is the longest worship. And what purpose? To Allah's paradise."

Speaking of Allah, Ibra's confidence dropped immediately. He realized that in religious affairs, it is still very less alias substandard.

"A man, is the head of the household, the priest. Handing Ayleen over to you, not only gave up the responsibility of providing shelter, food and board, but also the responsibility of guiding him to heaven. Are you also ready with the responsibility of guiding Ayleen to heaven?"

It can be said, just now when showing off his new business, Ibra's confidence has slowly climbed, but when he began to discuss religion, he who had never felt almost at the top, like directly crashing into the ocean.

It could be that he thought of proposing to girls, just needed to be established, but it turned out that he was wrong. Readiness in terms of religion is also very much needed.

"Why shut up, don't tell me you never pray?" ask Mama Nara.

"At least on Friday, Mah," Aydin said.

Ibra wiped away her cold sweat. Let alone 5 times a day, once every juma't alone, he never.

"Can you sholatan?" ask Septian Father.

"Can-can, Om, first."

"First," cried Mama Nara and Aydin together.

"What does that mean?" ask Dad.

"I haven't prayed in a long time. Since my mother died."

"Astaghfirullah," Mama Nara to sniff the chest. Ibra's mother died long enough, about 6 years. That means, for 6 years, Ibra never prayed.

"Learn first to be a good priest. It doesn't need to be as good as the imam in the mosque or in the mosque, at least, it can be the priest for the family" said Septian's father. "Focus on improving faith, college and running a business. Forget about dating. After that, I just came back here to propose to Ayleen. And one more thing, don't forget to bring the family if you propose."