The Way to Your Light

The Way to Your Light
CHAPTER 14 (NAISHA PLAN)



Naisha went into her room with a small hum and once - once her thin lips did not stop to sing a sweet but devious smile. He had just finished meeting with Aamir. A devious plan was already drawn into his mind. Plans to take revenge for Aamir's actions against him, Naisha is hurt by Aamir's rejection. Because Naisha does not like rejection, even though all this time the men who always come and race - the race approached her but different from Aamir who was not interested in Naisha at all. That's what makes Naisha grow furious, angry and even hurt to Aamir.


"Okay, Bi. Naisha wants to marry him" Naisha said at the time, pointing her index finger at Aamir. Of course, the statement from Naisha who arrived made the three men in the room immediately shocked. They did not expect Naisha to accept this match so quickly. Nevertheless, Abi Naisha still felt relieved and happy too.


"You're serious, Naisha?" abi Naisha asked with an unconvinced face.


"Yes, seriously donk. Why Bi? How can't you be sure?" asked Naisha in a carefree tone.


"Alhamdulillah, if Naisha agrees to this match. We are very grateful" said Mr. David and again nudged Aamir's shoulder. Aamir who was still unconscious from his shock earlier, could only be speechless with an expressionless face.


Their conversation continued, but Naisha said goodbye to enter the room.


In the room, Naisha contacted her two friends and invited them to meet that night.


A few minutes later, Mely and Tari came and went straight to Naisha's room.


"Nai, what's the matter, Night - night told us to come here?" tanya Dari with sewot. Despite their nagging, they still come there.


"You know what, the man Abi was going to marry me turned out to be.. Aamir." screamed Naisha with a shocked expression.


"What?? Nai's fame?" mely asked with a scream as well.


"Aren't you kidding, Nai?" tanya Tari who is no less surprised also with Mely.


"Yes, seriously. It was just an account with her below" Naisha said in a tweet.


"Where? We didn't see him downstairs" Mely said.


"Maybe he has come home, he came with David" said Naisha, who had now laid her body on the bed.


"So, what's Nai's story? Why did Abi you match up with Aamir?" mely asked who was sitting on Naisha's soft bed.


"This is the story..." Naisha said, who paused for a moment to take a deep breath, then she told the chronology of the beginning of Abi Naisha's match with Aamir. Both Naisha's friends listened to her seriously and passionately.


So you want to marry that Aamir, Nai? You accept her to be your future husband?" tanya Dance with her disbelief face.


"You realize what Nai is doing? You want to get married? With guys like Aamir? Yes Aampuunnn." said Mely with a shake-shake Naisha's shoulder hoping her best friend was conscious.


"That's it.. Pain knows, Mel.." said Naisha who instead pushed Mely's body.


"You know that I don't like rejection. And these few days you see how I tried to conquer that Aamir maggu. But, what's going on? Not that he fell, instead he made me hurt by his pretentious attitude. Because that's.. I want revenge on him, and one way to get revenge on him is to get married... Married to Aamir the belagu." said Naisha with passion.


"Well, I still don't understand, Nai. How do you get revenge with Aamir, you have to marry him? Is there no other way? Try you think, you will be married to a stiff man like Aamir. Your life will not be as free as it is now, it will be full of rules that bind you. Iihhh.I just imagine that I've been horrified." said Melly with a cringe of horror.


"Haha... You don't have to worry, where maybe I want to be a wife who can be arranged - arranged by him. But, otherwise.. I will stress her out and regret ever marrying me." Naisha said, smiling triumphantly. Dari and Mely who were astonished and confused, finally followed by smiling as well. Because they were convinced, Naisha must be putting together a beautiful plan in her mind and mind. And they as friends, what else can they do other than follow and support Naisha's plan wholeheartedly.


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Aamir went into his room with mixed feelings and thoughts. His meeting with Mr. Marwan's daughter who turned out to be Naisha, really made the debate in his heart never stop. Especially when Naisha agreed to their arranged marriage, even though Aamir hoped Naisha would immediately reject the raw plan of Mr. Marwan.


Many times Aamir said Istighfar in his heart, he who seemed unable to say anything else after Naisha agreed to their arranged marriage. At that time, Mr. Marwan asked Aamir when he would propose to Naisha officially with his parents. Being asked like that, made Aamir instantly swallow his saliva with a flat expression. He was not ready yet, but was forced to be ready.


"If it can be as soon as possible Aamir, fear nantik Naisha even changed her mind, Naisha's understanding is still unstable and easily changed." continued Mr. Marwan again. And Aamir who did not know what to reason anymore, finally could only nod his head resignedly.


After all, Aamir felt disinclined and not until the heart also rejected the will of two middle-aged men who were already kind to Aamir. Moreover, Mr. David who has given him a job as a marbot in the mosque Takwa, plus before that Mr. David said that Mr. Marwan promised to give Aamir if he would marry Naisha. But, that doesn't mean Aamir took a chance in this situation. He just could not bear to destroy the wishes and good intentions of a father who wants to make a beloved daughter can turn into a shaliha woman.


But, the problem is that Aamir does not have high self-confidence.. Is he able to change the nature of Naisha that is very far from the word Shaliha. I don't know.. Aamir did not know before he tried, but at least Aamir had to study and ask Ustad Ghufron. Well.. Aamir thought about it, having been convinced by what came to his mind. Aamir called Ustad Ghufron's number. Coincidentally Aamir has his phone number and there are several times also they had time to communicate by phone.


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SERIATE...


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