The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 37 Surprise

Olivia spilled all her anxiety in her father's arms. Just this time he felt the vibe of love towards the opposite sex and it was his future priest. Oliv, do not want this opportunity to be extinct just because of an opinion of the selfishness of the creature. For a long time the two of them stood in the doorway of the family's room. Arief then breaks down the hug.

No words were spoken from the lips of the middle-aged man, only a sweet smile did not subside on the face that began to wrinkle.

"It has. Salat first, calm down. The soul mate must have met," he said giving an injection of spirit.

Olivia flinching. He refused to stay away while the shady gaze still looked at him fixedly.

"There. Salad, njai, dhikir to calm down. Don't seduce me, just woo God" Arief said again, closing the door.

Olivia followed her father's orders, and slowly moved from there as the door closed.

Arief shook his head slowly. He went to the side of the bed to tell something to the candidate besan.

"Liv, Live. Just so doang kok already upset, you turned out to secretly put a liking also Zen since a long time ago, yes. Thanks, Son. Have taken good care of marwah as a woman" murmured Arief.

Just as his call is connected, Arief reveals his latest wish about their child's relationship. At the other end, Ahmed apparently agreed secretly to the plan of the candidate besan.

By evening.

Reyhan again contacted Zen to ask about the lettering because the custom motor for Olivia has been polished and will be delivered to the woman's residence according to Zen's previous wishes.

Trowels. Trowels.

"Zen, how?" ask Reyhan after the call.

"Ehm. Directly deliver to his house. Say sorry, tomorrow only because the sign will be tomorrow morning. I'm being honest, Rey," Zen said weakly for the final sentence.

"OKAY. Continues to? failed marriage?" reyhan continued curious, not thinking about the feelings of his best friend.

"Yes that. Delayed for not until when. Most importantly, Oliv is still in his grasp," said Zen again, chuckling bitterly with a discordant tone.

Reyhan nodded even though Zen did not see him. "OK deh. Hopefully your love story is not soap opera hidayah or adzab," Reyhan said with a laugh and ended the call.

The atmosphere was more upset when Nuril knocked on the door of his son's room while carrying a cellphone.

"Zen! open it" said the mother behind the door.

"What the hell is it, Ma?" ask Zen.

"Oliv is sick, today it should be a home study, but it is delayed. What the hell is it? he's got his cake to cry. Nih," continued Nuril while handing his phone to Zen.

Omar Zen changed the call that was still going on with the loudspeaker.

"Assalamualaik."

A few seconds quiet.

"Wa 'alaikumsalam. Zen," reply Olivia shrieked.

"Liv, sorry."

There's no voice there. However, slowly the sobbing appeared and asserted.

"Sstt, don't cry. We just want God. There were still two days left," said Zen, glaring at his mother who was still standing in the doorway.

"Take me, Olivia. Yes, I can't handle you like this. Take care of your health, Assalamualaikum," Zen concluded, closing the unilateral call and handing the phone back to Nuril.

If usually Nuril asked a lot, this time the habit was missed. Nuril simply floated a smile, patted his son's arm and then closed Zen's room door again.

Two people who are interconnected only through prayer, the same middle begging to be reunited by the fate line.

Both Olivia and Zen, must learn again the meaning of patience and sincerity in living a relationship to reach the ridho of God.

"If I could say ... Toktok, do your magic," kekeh Zen bitter, remembered the prayers of the netizens if met by medsos.

Even the night feels longer while passing the turn of time just by having a degree.

Zen didn't enter the office from today. The focus is only one. Quiet at home, occasionally to the mosque to participate in the afternoon study and back locked himself, he even chose to fast.

The news from Reyhan makes himself more relieved, there are no more obstacles in the past. The business of results is up to how Allah alone, after all his efforts have been maximized.

Omar Zen was so focused on asking for forgiveness and offering prayers for Arief to soften so that his marriage still went according to the original agreement. Samar the noise on the ground floor he did not care because maybe it was just a careless maid doing the task.

Toward the Maghrib, Zen came down to break his fast.

Ahmed's residence has been tidy as ever. Zen was surprised by some tents displayed on the front page but the mother said it was for anticipation only. Zen also returned and went up to the second floor while carrying his food plate.

Because of tired physical. The shadow of Olivia's face is also the sound of the crying girl idol, making Zen tired. He fell asleep after two days of chaotic biological clock.

Without notice, the dawn was breaking. A busy Friday morning was clearly visible at Ahmed's residence.

Nuril and Ahmed were ready in bridesmaids' attire, knocking on her son's bedroom door.

"Zen! Zen!" call Ahmed's mother impatient, she just barged in.

"Zen! waking up. Want to marry you?" ahmed said, patting Zen's arm covered in a blanket.

"Five minutes, Pa. Not yet dawn, right?" zen said with a distinctive voice resisting sleepiness.

"Don't blame papa if pak penghulu sulking because his bridegroom is not on time. Who wants to marry you later?" ahmed said he was still trying to pull the Zen blanket that his son cheated on.

Silent.

"Zen!" call Nuril.

Omar Zen stuttered. He got up and looked over at his father and mother who had been tidy.

"Where are you going?" zen asked puzzledly, pointing alternately towards the two.

"Your wedding, I. Where else? not married intentions? the marriage contract is scheduled for seven o'clock. Buru get ready," said Nuril grabbed a towel and draped it to his son's neck.

"Who-you mean?"

"Surpriseeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" they exclaimed, cheering in front of Zen who still looked shabby due to the face of his pillow.

"Don't joke!" zen said, smiling lightly.

"Now, Olivia's current home. Tuh, the motorbike he again in ornamental for the parade when going to the hotel later. You guys use that bike, iiiihhhh gemes deh!" pekik Nuril showed me the screen of his phone. She then grabbed Zen's face and kissed him fat.

"Hunt shower or papa cancel?" threaten Ahmed saw Zen bebal.

Zen was excited, because his brain had not fully digested. He even rushed down from the bed when the blanket was still wrapped around his feet.

Perches. Bruk!

Zen fell down. As if he was painless, he immediately got up. However, unfortunately, again he fell due to the many clothes scattered on the floor.

Pork!

"Zen!" nuril exclaimed, struggling to help his son rise while Ahmed laughed loosely at Zen's silliness.

"What no. Safe. Aman."

"Benjol loh, ckck, mama's son wants ijab qobul kok benjol gini," said Nuril, anxious when he saw Zen's forehead slightly bruised.

"It's pretty, just calm. I-I took a shower, Ma," said Zen running as fast as lightning into the bathroom.

Nuril just shook his head slowly, he also tidied up the son's room and put a wedding dress suit there.

While in the bathroom. Zen turns on the shower.

Tears also fell disguised due to the swift splashing of water that soaked the body. The firm shoulders trembled softly, lips unceasingly grateful that God granted his prayers.

"Olivia, wait for me, baby."

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