The Not A Wedding Dream

PTC 10's

In Apartment.

Khalid did not go home to his parents, but went to his apartment. He was too lazy to discuss marriage with his father and mother.

Now he's laying his body in a mattress. His mind twisted the incident earlier this afternoon as he saw his girlfriend walking with another man.

When he was married, was that a woman? Khalid didn't want to get a woman like that.

Not at all. Though he really wanted to marry his girlfriend Azzura, about the matchmaking he had also talked to Azzura and he received the matter with a chesty air.

This was all beyond Khalid's expectations, he had previously imagined that when he told Azzura about this, it was possible that Azzura would cry and run away leaving him alone.

But not at all, Azzura instead smiled in front of him and gave some encouragement for him if he had become a husband later.

Then Azzura was escorted back to his house by Khalid, and that was their last meeting before he married Aisha.

Khalid turned his body around hugging the bolts, but his hands felt like they were touching something. Khalid held onto his briefcase until he recalled the marriage agreement he had made.

He sighed heavily, closing his eyes. Is this getting married? Iqbal who married Sabrina alone had been given this much ordeal, especially Khalid who was going to marry someone he did not know at all.

"Gue has to finish this now."

Khalid spontaneously got up from his bed and grabbed his briefcase and walked to the desk.

The man put his bag on top of his work, unzipped the bag and took out a paper containing the marriage agreement he had written earlier this afternoon.

Iqbal seems a bit heavy to accept these points, it's very difficult for Khalid, before he worked for the company and that's the field.

But this isn't Khalid's field at all, it's risking marriage between two people.

Khalid stared fixedly at the verses in front of him, biting his fingertips while tapping the tip of the pen to the table.

He thought hard to write a logical point for all of this. Khalid closed his eyes trying to twist his mind so that all this would connect with Iqbal.

15 Minutes later, he ruffled his hair in frustration. Why is this so hard? he just had to put the words together and it was all done.

But it can't, it's not as easy to think about it. It is not just about sentences but a feeling and a provision in them.

Waitaminute!

Waitaminute!

Waitaminute!

It would have been easy if he had connected it to the incident earlier this afternoon. Khalid smiled obliquely, finally he came up with an idea to string everything together.

He began to write.

...

As usual, the morning begins with a bath under a hot water spray that was destroyed from the shower after he had previously performed prayer at the nearest mosque.

After feeling his whole body clean, Khalid grabbed the towel he was holding and came out of the bathroom.

He closed the bathroom door, and headed straight for his wardrobe. One problem about Iqbal was finished, only to think about his personal problems.

After getting dressed, Khalid grabbed the Rolex watch he put on the nightstand. Khalid let out a furious sigh, he was about to marry someone he didn't know at all.

Then she put on her new pantofel. Reflecting briefly and when making sure it was clean and fragrant, Khalid draped his briefcase.

Chequek!

Khalid opened the door, but he smelled a very distinctive cooking smell. Like her mother's cooking.

"Ma!"

Call Khalid, he wants to make sure that it's his mother. "here's boy!" and sure enough it was Zahra who was cooking breakfast for Khalid.

Khalid walked towards the kitchen, through a small hallway and straight up to the kitchen which he rarely used.

"Khalids. You want to go to work, son?"

"Hm."

Zahra was stirring up Khalid's favorite fried rice. Fried rice with Acehnese special seasoning. When they went to Aceh 6 years ago, Khalid fell in love with Acehnese nasgor, let alone his Acehnese noodles. No two.

Clamps.

Zahra turned off the stove. "When's mom here?"

"So abis dawn, lansung here. I think you took a shower, mama didn't bother you. Keep mama see on the table eat nothing, go ahead deh mama masakin."

Zahra took a plate for Khalid and he would use it to pour the ripe nasgor.

"Oh."

"Did you like breakfast every morning?"

"Like!"

"So, why do you often come here mama does not see the food at your table."

"Magors."

"Well, I think you should get married quickly so that someone is sure."

Checkmate!

Khalid stared at Zahra's back with a puzzled look, while Zahra, who was looking back at Khalid, smiled triumphantly.

Long story short, after breakfast he immediately drove to his place of work. The first thing he did was to meet Iqbal to give the agreement.

Arriving at the office.

"Good morning, Mr. Khalid." warm greeting a security guard, and Khalid just nodded, all of them also know the character of Khalid.

"Assalamualaik."

The man turned his body. "Waalaikumsalam lid, why?"

"Iqbal is?"

The man named Danar smiled warmly, "wah, do not look tuh. Usually he comes early, even though today we have a deadline."

It's a little weird for Khalid. In matters of discipline, Iqbal deserves a thumbs up. It was impossible just because of his jealousy towards Sabrina that he was willing to leave his job. Except...

"Thank you."

Khalid said, then he turned his body. He did not go to his study, but returned to the office.

For the work he would complete through a laptop alone, he had a bad feeling about Iqbal.

Khalid pulled out his car, then drove off. The bad feeling was getting stronger, somehow something was happening.

Khalid grabbed his phone and looked for Rio's contact.

Phone connected.

"..."

"Waalaikumsalam ri."

"..."

"Iqbal's house now."

"..."

"Gue's got a bad feeling."

"..."

"OK."

"..."

"Getishalight."

Then Khalid turned off his phone and put it down just as it was. In less than five minutes he will arrive at his destination.

...

Iqbal's house is tightly closed, the window curtains are also not opened. This is strange or reasonable too.

But in front of his house parked a car, wait. That's the same car Khalid saw yesterday afternoon on the red light.

Ls it?

"Khalid!"

Someone called Khalid, Rio. Thankfully, he arrived on time. Then Khalid gave the code for Rio and himself to head home.

"Lu'm sure lid?" now Rio and Khalid are standing right in front of the entrance to Iqbal's house.

"Lid, we are just as meddling in the household affairs of the woi people," whispered Rio so as not to be heard everywhere.

Khalid was still staring at the door of Iqbal's house which was only a meter away from him.

"Lid, how come I'm so suddenly not feeling good?" Rio scratched his non-itchy nape.

"Eh, I know yes his problem but I don't want to play the same as his wife's boyfriend."

Whinek Rio was frightened, knowing he was the youngest among the four of them and was still single as well.

"Eh lid..."

"Lu can't get a yak?" selak Khalid quickly while addressing Rio.

"What the hell is it?"

"Lu denger?"

"What?"

"Focus."

"Gue ain't bad!"

"Focus."

"Gue ain't..."

Rio heard that, like the swearing sound of 2 men. Rio tried to ascertain his hearing, he tried to focus. And it is true that he heard a sound of a bickering between 2 people and 1 woman who screamed.

"My chide is afraid."

"Gapain scared?"

"Gue won't interfere."

"He's our friend, and we're obligated to help him."

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