The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 33 Wants to Make a Dream

Tonight Ustad Fikri is like a stand up comedy performer, hilarious, inexhaustible way of tempting the bride and groom to dare to talk.

"Zens? Oliv? it wants to see what kind of views? .. strong no nih, wait a week?" tawar the ustadz.

Zen weigh. If you follow lust, of course you want to immediately justify. However, this felt unfair to Olivia. She is the only daughter of her family, must want to celebrate thanksgiving as usual around.

From his family, of course, he wants to entertain and glorify besan with special. Zen had intended to make this moment special for the memories of their love trip, realizing the wedding of dreams for Olivia. However, he needed to hear his female opinion first.

"Oliv? like Zen smelly follow your wishes. How's it?" urgently wife ustadz Fikri, help her husband persuade the couple gemes.

"I'll go with him" Olivia's great-grandson still looked down.

"Hore .. akad, akad, akad," said the supporters again make a boisterous atmosphere.

"Hush, here's your own rame. Who wants the marriage is still santuy, why you four five spirit," next to ustadz Fikri again accompanied by laughter.

Feeling that he had to make a decision the first time, Zen spoke up.

"Ehm, can't you talk to Oliv first? I want to hear his wish," said Zen timidly.

"Ciyeeeeeeeeeeeeee.." the stirring of Olivia's caribs. They even embrace, poking Olivia's cheeks and waist when Zen asks for permission.

Olivia's increasingly misbehaving, she increasingly felt embarrassed due to being seduced continuously.

"Can you, Mr Arief?" ask ustadz again.

"Please. Yes," said Olivia's father.

Ustadz Fikri then asked the Zen family to head to one of the halls before Olivia entered to join his wife later. In a separate room.

Mr. Ahmed and Nuril deliberated on the event of thanksgiving, marriage contracts as well as the number of invitations whether to be united or each party.

Zen did not bother, he was impatiently waiting for Olivia's arrival. If Zain hadn't been holding it back, Zen might have been staring at the doorway.

Before long, ustadz's wives Fikri and Olivia joined the room. Nuril asks Oliv's wishes for the event ngunduh mantu later.

"Oliv wants an official thanksgiving using a concept like what, honey?" ask Nuril.

Olivia raised her head, the gaze was met with the figure of ayu in front.

"Garden party but do not need to invite many guests because my friends are few. What's important isn't the party, is it, Zen?" oliv asked the man who hadn't blinked since.

Zen rash. Realizing he had done wrong, did not keep his eyes, Zen immediately lowered his head.

"Ehm, right. But I already intend to make a dream wedding for you" Zen replied.

"Yes anyway. The concept is that, whatever how it will be," said Olivia again.

"But Liv, more specifically?" insist Zen.

Olivia stared at Zen for a moment, then her smile rose.

"The dream of every woman is to have a godly priest as her nahkoda, loved and loved, equally reaching for her riddho ..in shay Allah I am my priest, cause must always give my best" Olivia replied shyly.

Uhuk. Uhuk. Uhuk.

Mr. Ahmed, Nuril suddenly choked on Olivia's sweet words. Even the wife of Ustadz Fikri smiled until she saw his teeth.

Zen could no longer hold back his happiness. He jumped up in excitement then hugged Zain.

"Oh my God, Brother! just gini doang already a breath yes," kekeh Zen stroked his chest that was pounding repeatedly.

Olivia just smiled at the ridiculous behavior of her future husband. Before long, the decision was made. Zen then ventured to ask permission to save Olivia's mobile number on the grounds for other wedding dress fittings.

Ahmed submitted the results of his family's proposal to Arief. The two sides agreed to hold a walimah Friday this week, five days later.

Before long, the Zen family group resigned. The two bride-to-be looked at each other from a distance until Zen got into the car and moved away from Olivia's residence.

While in the car, Zen sat in front with the driver, and opened the messaging app on his phone.

[Wa' alaikumsalam. Fii amanilah.] Reply Olivia.

Zen was as comfortable as a smile reading a short message, his eyes closed, finally being able to send a message with Olivia after a long time. Zen then wondered to see Olivia's profile picture.

She zoomed in, feeling very familiar with one of the objects in Olivia's profile picture. Suddenly.

"Nature, innalilahi! Gusti!" pekik Zen was immediately struck by panic.

"Why, Zen?" ask Nuril from the back bench.

"Ehm, anu, no Ma. Nothing," said Zen. He can't explain his prejudice.

"Don't be weird. You want to be a husband in five days!" said Mr. Ahmed.

"No, Pa. Surprised, Olivia is so beautiful in her profile picture" Zen.

"Ciyee, don't chat too often, Zen. Remember the message of ustadz Fikri," Nuril reminded his son.

"Eh."

His brain thought. Gotta figure out where else is this truth that he thinks. One name appeared in Zen's memory.

"Rayhan. Farhan," he murmured as he clasped the phone tightly.

He plans to meet the two tomorrow morning. If this conjecture is correct, then Zen must settle and apologize before his marriage contract in the title. He didn't want to leave a trace of the past.

"Allahs. There's your test, "inner Zen.

He at once wanted to confirm something with the figure of the shadowy man around Olivia.

Next morning.

Zen had been neat as he descended to the ground floor. He'll head to his office first before visiting Reyhan.

"Be careful.don't Speak, Zen!" said the mother when she let her son go.

"No Ma, there is a prospective makmum waiting for Abang at his house," kekeh Zen before getting into the car and leaving the residence.

Towards Dzuhur, he was now in his workshop first. Waiting for Reyhan to recognize what his suspicions were.

"Well yes, Zen. This is ... How dong? what is custom? but not the hunt?" reyhan said he panicked.

Zen riled, he squeezed the hair that was still neatly arranged. If it is custom, then it should search for all those prints today as well. Reyhan then decided to send his former men to realize the wishes of the sidekick.

"Silent. It's over, I'll fight for you this time, Zen," Reyhan said, calming Zen down by patting him on the arm.

"What fight?" ask a voice that came to join them.

"Eh, Han. Biasalah, Reyhan likes lebay. Where are we talking? here or a warkop?" zen asked as he greeted the newly arrived Farhan.

"Free deh. Wherever you are" replied Farhan.

The two then headed to the nearest warkop to avoid noise.

"What do you want to make sure, Zen?" farhan said opening the conversation.

"Who lo? status with Oliv, as what?" zen says without a stale base. "And this, you know something about that?" he showed me a photo.

Farhan smiled widely, he took a sip of his coffee first before answering Zen's question.

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We otewe flashback for a second.