Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 10

" Make shame. It's chic!" Papa spits recklessly.

"We ask you first, let it be clearer." Mama's trying to mediate between me and papa.

" " Task..ask your son!" Papa pointed at my face.

"Are you really an actor?" Mama said firmly.

As I shook my head, "Dengerin Zahra was ma!" My love.

" Let's explain! Shame your behavior. Papa desperately works for you, in fact your behavior is as low as that." Papa's emotions are mounting.

" Aren't there guys who want to be with you anymore?" Papa's words are getting rough.

My heart is hurting, I don't know where to get courage from until I can refute papa's words, "why should papa be the same as those who insult Zahra? All you know every day is work, work and work. Zahra knew he had a wife. Zahra doesn't know pa... Papa doesn't know anything. So don't yell at Zahra. Papa Zahra's family, even Zahra's parents. What you should do is support Zahra, not judge Zahra like everyone else." Out my teeth like lava that was removed from the bowels of the earth.

" How dare you blame papa!" Papa's hand held high was about to hit me, but was held by mama.

" Enough pa! Not by the violence of the solution." Mom gave a warning to papa

" What? Papa want to hit Zahra? Please pa! Choose the one you want to hit so papa is satisfied!" I half yelled at Papa.

" Enough Zahra! Don't act rudely to papa." Mom looked at my behavior.

" At one time listen to Zahra pa's explanation, ma. Just once did not judge Zahra like those out there. Zahra tired ma.. Zahra is tired of pa.." I was crying with a loud voice. Tired of being born to face my problems.

Dad left me and my mom. Always has. My mother approached me, hugged me.

" What happened to you, Zah? Same story mom, you're not alone. There's mama Zah."

It is true what Mom said. My mom was always there for me. Mama is like a fairy godmother to me, mama is like an angel to me and mama is like a wingless angel to me.

" Ma, Zahra was fooled. The guy says he's single, he's a married guy." My sobbing.

" Erik?"

I'm nodding.

" You know your mama's feeling isn't good when you know you're close to Erik. Mama's heart felt that Erik was not the kind man you deserved. Especially if you borrow money in a very short time. Now do you know what my mom's anger was yesterday? Mama knows you're an adult, mama understands if you start to like the opposite sex. But most of all you have to understand, find a man who can guide you to reach God's paradise, not just to use you and to have fun with you" said Mama at length advising me.

" It's natural that your papa is angry. The papa knows you are a little papa girl who is still innocent. Ye know? How disappointed papa and mama, even your papa to tears saw you accused and humiliated even considered as actors by them. Papa loves you so much, what papa does is for both of us. Apologize to papa, no matter how harsh your nature, but papa is the best man for us." Said the wise mama.

I looked at my mom full of harrum. Mama is a gentle woman, a wise woman who sometimes I always make role models and sometimes can be a friend to me.

" Get me papa in the room!" Mother's orders gently.

I got up from my seat, walked into my mom and dad's room.

" Pa." called me while pushing the half-closed door.

Papa was sitting in a chair while smoking a cigarette. Papa just glanced at me at a glance, after which it seemed to not care about me.

I walked closer to papa. Papa put out the cigarette in his hand.

" I'm sorry Zahra pa." I knelt at Papa's feet.

Papa holds my shoulder, "excuse me papa who is too busy. Forgive me for not having time to accompany you. Forgive me, the father who cannot understand you. Forgive me for not being the best parent for your only daughter." Papa started sobbing.

" Papa's wrong, Zahra's wrong." I wiped papa's tears.

" Be smart in judging a man, do not see his good looks, but the main thing is to look at his behavior. If the moral is good, God willing, by itself the aura of good looks of a man will appear."

Papa's advice so blows my heart. I loved Erik's mas starting when I saw his face. I was so fascinated by his good looks. He is not like a jerk. A man who tries to damage a woman's self-esteem.

Papa rubbed my head, "don't believe too much in the words of men, what else is a man you just met. Never be touched by someone who is not your mistress. A woman must be able to maintain self-esteem. You know why papa always told you to close the aurat? In addition to the mandatory law, papa also wants you to be a classy woman, an expensive woman. Not being a cheap woman whose aura can be seen by anyone." Papa is long.

I hugged papa, apologized to papa. Because it's emotional and fighting papa. Now I've calmed down a little because my mom and dad already know my problem.

" Now go to sleep! So that tomorrow you can look fresh!"

***

I woke up this morning. Do not forget to take a shower and pray two rakaat(dawn).

Early in the morning the makeup team that mom ordered has arrived. I asked for simple makeup but still beautiful.

Yeah! I'm finally in makeup.

Mama, papa and I have been performing compact in the same navy-colored uniform.

Now we are preparing to attend my college graduation.

This is a happy day and a sad day for me.

Almost all of my friends came with their partners. Including my best friend, Princess. He came with his parents and his beloved husband. There is envy in seeing my best friend's happiness. In fact, her love is more fortunate than mine.

" Hey baby.." The princess greeted me with her distinctive voice.

The daughter also greeted my parents, as well as me who also greeted her parents and her husband.

Me and the Princess hugged like people who hadn't seen each other in a long time. Mama and papa seemed familiar talking with the parents of the Princess and her husband.

The two of us were also chatting. I was talking about her marriage, "What's it like to be married?"

She smiled at me full of meaning, "It's delicious, it's so nice to have a husband. I'm sorry I've been married too long." Answer it while laughing.

" Obviously one of them?" I wonder.

" Bobo time is a warping." He said while raising his eyebrows.

I'm upset with the answer" What about your first night? Sleeping in bed with someone else?" I'm getting curious. " Aren't you ashamed to change clothes in front of men?" Saying again.

" He's not someone else. The man who is married to us is our husband. We are halal to worship together even do husband and wife relationship is a worship." Wise answer.

I just have a beard responding to the Princess's words. How could he be so mature after a few weeks of marriage?

" What about your first night? That hurt?" Seriously many.

" Like sick. Every night I don't want to stop. Huhaha...." He laughed so hard that we both came to the attention of the people around us.

" Look at me, getting married is good. There are menenin, there are guardians. We are not married young. Allah will have provision for Allah.

I quietly digested every word the Princess said. Is marriage really good?

What do you think, guys?