The Power of the Female Heart

chapter 5, Zainab's matchmaking

We arrived at my father's yard and everyone welcomed us ,especially my beautiful and cute little sister this little girl every time I come home always ask for a hug and a sling but not this time she instead ran to me but ran to Kharis .lo,,, how could I lose with Kharis, sebel is not just a little jealous

When my sister hugged Kharis I glanced at her face like she was giving instructions that she was better than me,but papa is not a small child who likes new things even though my heart is a little bit nervous but more happy anyway

During a visit at home my Kharis demeanor was quite polite , quickly adapt and get along with other family members until nightfall when I sat on the porch alone.my mother approached me and asked about Kharis "who is he any relationship and others" I replied just an ordinary friend, then my mother started on the chapter that the core "the real son of the mother wants to say something, mother,but before I ask you not to be disappointed or how you will always appreciate your decision "I immediately wonder why and what is "actually, mom and dad got a proposal from Saipul's parents, but we haven't confirmed what you think" I wanted to answer but my mouth was locked

It was like sitting on an active mountain ready to explode, bingu,,,, having no idea what to answer , while mom gave me a week to think .and without me knowing it turns out there was someone who had listened to my conversation with my mother

VivoKharis she looked at me anxiously

without greeting him I put my foot into the house, he followed me .that night I couldn't sleep I was awake all night like Kharis he was awake because I knew every time I woke up I saw him open his eyeballs too

The next morning I prepared to go back to Miss Riska's house all the way without realizing that my tears were coming out by themselves, so that the tissue I was carrying had run out.

From then on I got as close to Kharis as he was to the back when I needed a place to confide in for help

One week passed this means when I answered my mother's question not long ago I remember that time suddenly the phone reads "nah this must be mother "who asked me to answer this matchmaking right my guess .

with a heavy heart I answer accept but on condition that I must first know his family where he lives - his work-hobinya and many more .the term in my village is called ta'aruf which in this case I helped Kharis

"what,,,,, I .why should I anyway"

"good for my best friend ok"

my thanks to you, Kharis, if in fact in my dream when Istiqoro' is your face and in my heart there is your name tucked in between my ribs