The Love Story of Haifa

19. Apply Haifa.

Dodi was walking towards his house. Suddenly someone called him.

“Dodi!”

Dodi looked back, Syaiful riding a motorcycle towards him.

“What's up, A?” Ask Dodi.

“Teteh is at home?” Ask Syaiful.

“There. But at home there are many guests,” replied Dodi.

“Oh...there brother came, yes?” Ask Syaiful.

“Not. His master's guest Bi Nani wants to meet with Mr.” replied Dodi.

“Master Bi Nani? Want to do?” Tanya Syaiful was curious.

“No idea,” answered Dodi while shrugging both shoulders.

Syaiful immediately fell silent.

Why did Mother Nani meet her father Haifa? Ask Shayful in your heart.

Seeing Syaiful silent, Dodi immediately left. Syaiful. When Syaiful regained consciousness, Dodi had already gone away. Syaiful turning his motorbike cancelled his intention to meet Haifa.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Dodi when entering the house.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replied everyone in the room.

Dodi went straight into the house and put a cake box on the dining table.

“After a time, Dod. Take the cake,” said Haifa who approached Dodi.

“Tadi on the road intercepted same Aa Syaiful,” replied Dodi.

“She nanyain Teteh. Dodi said at home many guests would like to meet Mr.”

Haifa let out a long breath.

I want to watch, Haifa said in her heart.

Suddenly in front of the voice of Mr. Yayat.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Mr. Yayat.

“Waalaikumsalam,” everyone answer.

Mr. Yayat was greeting his guests one by one. Haifa approached her Father and took the backpack on her Father's back to save it to the room.

“Sorry because our arrival was too sudden so disrupt the work of Mr. Yayat,” said Mr. Broto.

“It's okay, Sir. It just so happens that Saturday is not as busy as a normal day,” replied Mr. Yayat.

“Our arrival here is to convey the desire of our son Vishnu to propose Mr. Yayat's daughter named Haifa,” said Mr. Broto.

Mr. Yayat and Ms. Euis were immediately shocked to hear that. Mr. Yayat turned to Haifa. Haifa was silent while looking down.

“Is this not too fast, sir? They have only known for a few days,” said Mr. Yayat.

“Yes, but they are together every day. So I decided to immediately marry them so as not to become slander. Moreover, Haifa will often accompany Vishnu at every event,” replied Mr. Broto.

Pak Yayat let out a long breath.

Actually he agrees with the words of Mr. Broto, but what makes Mr. Yayat doubt is whether Mr. Broto is not ashamed to have a daughter-in-law from the lower economy?

“Sorry before. Is Mr Broto not ashamed if he has a daughter-in-law from the lower economic class?” Ask Mr. Yayat.

However, this must be made clear so that nothing unwanted happens in the future.

Broto smiled at her.

“I understand what Father means. Like my wife told Haifa. We're looking for a son-in-law to accompany Vishnu, not to find Vishnu's business partner. For us the economic level is not a problem. As long as it comes from a good, sholeh, loyal and most importantly loving offspring of our son Vishnu,” replied Mr. Broto.

Mr. Yayat was relieved to hear that.

“Do you still doubt our intentions?” Ask Mr. Broto.

“It is no longer, Sir,” replied Mr. Yayat.

Then Mr. Yayat turned to Haifa.

“How is Haifa, did you receive a proposal Den Vishnu?” Ask Mr. Yayat to Haifa.

Haifa raised her head, everyone looked at her. Inadvertently his eyes saw Vishnu who was looking at him with a smile. Haifa lowered her head again.

Haifa was very surprised to hear this proposal that seemed sudden. Vishnu did not say anything to Haifa about this proposal. It's been a few days since I never called her again. The last time Vishnu called him was after delivering him to Sumedang.

“Haifa received a suggestion of Mas Vishnu,” Haifa replied in a voice almost inaudible to all.

Yet…..

“Alhamdullilah,” says Vishnu.

Broto turned to Vishnu.

“You said alhamdullilah. Can you hear Haifa's answer?” Ask Mr. Broto.

“Iya dong, Pah,” replied Vishnu with a beaming.

“Haifa, try to get clear! For everyone to hear your answer,” said Mr. Yayat.

“Haifa received a proposal Mas Vishnu,” Haifa replied.

“Alhamdullilah,” says everyone in the room.

“Well so dong, right so heard by everyone. Unlike before, you answered him in the language of the heart. Only Vishnu can hear your answer,” said Mr. Broto.

“We want their wedding to be done as soon as possible. The wedding will take place next month,” said Mr. Broto.

“So fast? But we are not ready, sir,” said Mr. Yayat.

“Please excuse me in advance. It is not my intention to underestimate Mom and Dad. But I don't want you and Mom to feel overwhelmed by our marriage. Let everything be my dependents,” said Vishnu.

“Wedding will be held where?” ask Mr. Yayat.

“In Jakarta, Sir. Because my relationship is quite a lot, so the wedding will be held in Jakarta,” replied Vishnu.

Hearing Vishnu's answer, Pak Yayat and Ibu Euis looked at each other. They objected if the wedding was held in Jakarta. How are their families and neighbors? Of course they can't come because the distance is far enough.

“I will provide a bus to transport family and neighbors,” Vishnu said. It is as if Vishnu read the thoughts of Pak Yayat and Mother Euis.

“Bapak and Mom and Dodi will be picked up a week earlier by my driver and will stay in my apartment,” said Vishnu.

“Mas Vishnu has apartment?” Asked Dodi who suddenly appeared from behind the wall.

Dodi sat inside and eavesdropped on their conversation.

“Iya. There's a swimming pool too. Later Dodi can swim as much as possible,” replied Vishnu.

“Asyikkkkk,” exciting Dodi with radiant face.

“It turns out Den Vishnu's plan is mature, Everything is well thought out,” praise Mr. Yayat.

Vishnu smiled listening to Mr. Yayat's words.

“Iya, Sir. Until these few days I did not contact Haifa, because I was busy thinking about this,” Vishnu said.

“How is Haifa, you agree not to Den Vishnu's plan?” Ask Mr. Yayat to Haifa.

Haifa glanced at Vishnu, as usual the man was looking at her with a smile.

“Haifa is up to Mas Vishnu only. Haifa just follow what Mas Vishnu said,” Haifa replied.

“Haifa, you must have a stand! Do not let Vishnu fused to the time you join nyembur to kali,” exclaimed Mr. Broto.

Reflexively Mother Deswita directly hit the hand of Mr. Broto.

“Fuck! People who are in love are like that. Papah Kayak is never young,” exclaimed Ms. Deswita.

“You are like that, Papah does not stay,” replied Mr. Broto.

“Iiishh Papah! If you say you don't want to be horrified,” said Ibu Deswita while pouting.

Suddenly there was the sound of the Adhan from the nearest mosque.

“Alhamdullilah, already adzan dzuhur. Come Pak , we pray dzuhur in the mosque,” said Mr. Yayat.

“Come,” replied Mr. Broto and immediately stood up.

“Come prospective interlocutors, we pray dzuhur first. The meeting continued after the dzuhur prayer,” said Mr. Broto while patting Vishnu on the shoulder.

“It was forwarded after lunch, Sir,” said Bi Nani.

“Oh.so after lunch first. When did Bi Nani cook it?” Ask Mr. Broto.

“Not me who cooks. But my sister is the cook,” Bi Nani replied.

“OK….Now we pray dzuhur first,” said Mr. Broto while out of Haifa's house.

All men go to dzuhur prayer in the mosque. Stay the women pray dzuhur at home while preparing lunch.