
Kinan rolled his eyes lazily. The girl was reluctant to answer questions from her brother-in-law who seemed mocking. If he answered there would be another mockery.
“Sir Mercy, Mrs Savina, we stayed for a while, yes! There will be serious talks. Just pray hopefully I have a ghost again,” said Papa Hadi who deliberately wanted to tease his daughter.
“Papa, what the hell!” kinan exclaimed which made everyone in the room laugh.
"Of course, Mr. Hadi. I am also waiting for his invitation" said Papa Rahmat.
“You don't want to marry Hanif, Dhek? He's a handsome guy, you know. Later if taken people, you miesel,” sela Zayna.
“Know, ah, you love to seduce me,” said Kinan who then passed before his brother-in-law teased him back.
"Darling, did you praise the other guy in front of me?" ask Ayman. He did not like to hear his wife praise another man. If it wasn't his wife, he wouldn't care.
"Mas, I was just a Chinatown. There is no intention whatsoever" said Zayna.
"I don't want to hear you praise anyone else anymore. Just watch if I hear."
"Yes, yes" said Zayna, exhaling slowly.
Everyone in the living room laughed again, while Papa Hadi and Mama Aisyah went to the side garden of the house to meet with Hanif. They also wondered what the man would talk about. Once at the park, the two approached the man and sat down on a chair in front of Hanif.
The blowing wind, still feels fresh with sunlight passing through the leaves. Their seats were under shady trees and there was no roof. Mama Aisyah did deliberately make it that way.
"Kinan said you wanted to talk to Om and Auntie. What do you want to talk about?” ask Papa Hadi.
“Begini, Om. Kinan and I have agreed to accelerate our engagement. I hope Om and Aunt also agree.”
Papa Hadi and Mama Aisyah looked at each other. They did not expect that Kinan would agree to that because before, they thought that his daughter would refuse because the girl still wanted to continue her studies. Moreover, Kinan once said he wanted to focus on college first.
“It's like that, Kinan? Do you feel compelled by this decision? You don't want to regret the decision you made. Have you thought about it well?” ask Mama Aisyah.
He didn't want his daughter to regret it when it was too late. The future of Kinan is long. Although in his heart the woman was happy her daughter could get a man as good as Hanif.
“Already, Ma. God willing, this is the choice I made. Whatever the road ahead, let it all go according to God's destiny. Right now I just want the best in my life. I hope Mama and Papa give us Restu so that everything goes smoothly.”
“Of course, the prayers of Papa and Mama will always be with you both. If indeed your decision has been made, Papa and Mama again leave everything to you,” said Papa Hadi.
“Thank you, Om. I'll talk to my parents, when they have time to come visit to determine the day.”
“Iya, it's up to you.”
They talked for a while, until finally Hanif said goodbye to go home. “Om, Auntie, I'll say goodbye first. I still have to go to campus after this.”
“Oh, yes, please. Not going to campus?” ask Mama Aisyah.
“Later, Ma, somewhat unfortunate,” replied Kinan.
“No want to be with all Hanif?”
“No, Ma, later too long wait in class, so bored.”
Mama Aisyah nodded. Hanif kissed the back of Papa Hadi's and Mama Aisyah's hands. After that he came out with a transfer by Kinan. The girl took Hanif through the side yard only. He refused to go home, it was certain that he would be ridiculed by his brother and sister-in-law, so he looked for an alternative way.
“Why is it through here?” ask Hanif.
“But I have not said goodbye to your sister and her parents. I'm not good.”
“No need, it's okay later let me convey,” said Kinan. Maybe he will be humiliated by them.
“Thank you for dropping off, see you later on campus. Assalamualaikum,” Hanif.
“Waalaikumsalam.”
As before, without a hint the man kissed Kinan's forehead and just passed by entering the car and leaving the courtyard of the house. While the girl just stared. Until it is not realized if the man who has made it does not move is no longer in place.
After a few seconds, Kinan hit both of his cheeks. Again he was made unable to breathe. Hanif always made the girl lose her identity.
“Astaghfirullah, he likes to keep me from wrinkling. Why, anyway! I just shut up when I'm kissed. From today I have to be careful of him,” Kinan muttered as he walked into the house.
“You, really, from the front? Who's car just sounded?” ask Ayman.
“Pak Hanif just got home. I'm going inside first, want to get ready for campus.”
Kinan continued his steps towards the room, before getting a question from his brother. From today on, he should start getting used to Hanif's possessive attitude. The girl did not matter, as long as it was still within reasonable limits.
While Papa Hadi and Mama Aisyah returned to meet his besi. Ayman and Zayna were actually curious, but neither of them could possibly talk about this. It is not polite to discuss family matters when there are parents.
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Hanif has arrived at the college. He went home first to change clothes. Seems like a lot of students have come. Some of them greeted him, the man just nodded his head.
“Pak Hanif, have you started?” mister Munif asked as they passed each other in the parking lot.
“Iya, Sir. At home continues even more dizzy.”
“Hardworker is different.”
“You are too overrated.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Hanif, Mr. Munif,” interrupted Nayla making the second step the man stopped.
“Iya, what's up?” mister Munif asked, while Hanif just kept quiet while watching around.
“I need Mr. Hanif's help regarding subjects I didn't understand yesterday," replied Nayla who tried to smile sweetly.
“Since when did you join my class? Or am I forgetting? I've never seen you come to my class?” ask Hanif.
“I always come, Sir. Maybe you didn't notice me.”
“Oh so, yes it is possible. What don't you understand?”
“It doesn't feel good to explain here while standing. Shouldn't we find a better place to study?”
“If about a good place to study, it's only in class. You just wait there. During my lesson, you can also ask questions there. I will explain it with other friends. Who knows they also there are those who do not understand.”
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