
"Abi, Abi don't make it up - no! Do not make Naisha added bete and upset, come - come to Naisha's room instead told Naisha who did not - no. What was that? Be married? Ouch.. PLis deh Bi, don't worry" Naisha said very expressively.
"Abi doesn't make it, Naisha. Abi is serious." said Abinya while fixing his sitting position to be closer to Naisha.
"Abi wants to marry Naisha with a man who can guide Naisha to become a shaliha woman." continued Abinya again who was immediately responded to with a booming laugh that came out of Naisha's mouth.
"Hahahahahha.... Abi want to get Naisha married?? What's this joke, Abi?" said Naisha who was still laughing out loud - bahak while holding her stomach.
"Nai, this is no joke. But, this is the only way to make you change, Naisha. How to know by matching you with the man Abi meant earlier can change your morals to be good," said Abinya again.
"No... Nope.... Nope.. Naisha doesn't want to turn into anything, Abi. Naisha wants to stay like this, this is Naisha.. With all the advantages Naisha has and the shortcomings that Naisha feels are not so disturbing" Naisha said with a sneer.
"It's good to think about it, Naisha. Don't be quick to say no" Abinya said.
"What would Abi think? Abi this is weird, there's nothing for Naisha to think about. Without thinking, Naisha would say No. Naisha is still in college. Cook for marriage, iihhh.." said Naisha half-literate.
"Lecture? Since when do you care about your college? Now Abi asks you, when was the last time you attended college? Hayo when?" ask Abi Naisha.
"ee... That, Hhhmmm..." Naisha seemed to be remembering.
"Don't remember, right? Because so long you have not attended lectures." said Abi Naisha with a faint smile.
"Yes, I don't remember." Naisha said at last.
"So you can no longer lecture this is used as an excuse yes Naisha. Never mind your end, Abi will not sue you again to finish your lecture. But, on one condition.." Abi Naisha paused for a moment and put on a serious face.
"What terms, Bi?" ask Naisha.
"You must want Abi to marry Abi's chosen man." said Abi Naisha.
"Aduhh... Abi, why does the condition have to be that anyway??" naisha protest. Though he was so fond of the words of his Abinya who did not demand Naisha again to finish his lecture. Because that was his wish long ago. He who is already very saturated must learn and learn.
"The choice is yours, Naisha. You think about it first. Every choice has consequences. There must be a reciprocal. Nothing is free and instant, Naisha." said Abi Naisha.
"Aduuuhh... Never mind Abi, Naisha wants to sleep first. Naisha's head hurt, because it was forced to think that no - no." said Naisha while scowling - her forehead that began to pulsate.
"Let's think about it first, Naisha. Because this is important for your good," said Abinya again while walking slowly to the door.
"That's it.. No one needs Naisha to think about Abi. Never mind, Naisha sleeps. Abi is out now" Naisha said, pushing her body slowly to the front door.
"Well.. Thas.. Bye, Abby.. Until nantik.." said Naisha and then closed the door to her room.
"Aaghhh.." cried Naisha while exhaling her breath violently.
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Towards the time of Opening, Aamir occupied himself with reading and medadabur Quran. However, just as he began to read the Quran in the first line, suddenly Aamir's mind brought him to remember about Naisha, the woman he had met several days ago in the mosque.
And just this morning the woman was screaming and angry - indistinct anger towards her.
Actually, Aamirpun knew that the woman did not understand how the communication between men and women in Islam. Moreover, he asked Aamir to teach him about Islam, of course Aamir rejected it. But, Aamir does not reject raw - raw just like that. However, he gave the best solution by telling Naisha to study with Husna, a shaliha woman who has a good knowledge of Islam. It was with hope that it was Husn's nantik who explained to Naisha why Aamir refused to teach her.
But, it turns out that Aamir's good intentions were not welcomed by Naisha. Instead Naisha rebelled and was angry - angry with herself and Husna. Aamir became unpleasant to Husna because he was also hit by the impact of the beautiful woman.
"Where do you know him from, Aamir?" asked Husna at that time in surprise. Aamir immediately told the beginning of his meeting with Naisha.
"I'm not even sure he really wants to learn, I think he just wants to approach you Aamir" Husna said.
"Yes, whatever his intentions.. We just pray for the best, Husna." said Aamir and immediately amenable by Husna.
Moments later, Aamir's daydreams about Naisha were foiled when two men came to the mosque with greetings.
"Wa'alaikumusalam." replied Aamir in a quiet voice.
"Aamir again what? Can we interrupt for a second?" ask someone who came that turned out to be Mr. David and Mr. Marwan.
"Oh, of course you can sir" said Aamir then stood up and experienced the two guests who came politely.
"This father came with Mr. Marwan, Aamir" said Mr. David then introduced Aamir with Mr. Marwan.
"Yes, Sir. Mr Marwan how are you?" asked Aamir kindly.
"Thank God the good news, Aamir. How about yourself?" asked Marwan back to ask.
"Alhamdulillah, in good condition as well." replied Aamir with a big smile.
After a brief chat, then Mr. David began a serious conversation to Aamir.
"Aamir, talk about yesterday." said Mr. Daud while seeing Aamir and Mr. Marwan alternately.
"You deliberately bring Mr. Marwan directly to meet with you, so that we can discuss together about the same thing yesterday" said Mr. David.
"Yes, it is true what Mr. David said, Aamir" said Mr. Marwan chimed in.
"More and less I already know about you, Aamir. Mr. David has many stories about how your daily life and so forth. And.. From there too, I have the confidence to make you a son-in-law." explained Mr. Marwan, then paused to take a deep breath.
"And my great hope, you want to accept this sudden impressed matchmaking" he continued.
"How is Aamir, are you willing?" todong Mr. Marwan immediately with a hopeful face. Aamir could only be silent and astonished by the question posed by Mr. Marwan.
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