Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 21

I looked at them one by one. Until long enough I waited for their laughter to subside. After the atmosphere is quite calm om Iwan spoke up, "you are what the hell is Zah? Beautiful yes, sweet yes, yes. But the ones who want to propose to you are all widows. It used to be the husband of the hadeh ..." Om Iwan still laughed while shaking his head.

"What do you want to marry Indro sir? " Aunte Lidya asked full of questions.

I shuddered in horror at the thought of marrying a man who was so far below me. Mr. Indro was the same age as papa, then how could he want to propose to his own friend's daughter.

I recall the moments, where Mr. Indro was the one who best received me at the school led by him. That was the attention of Mr. Indro to me. I think he was sincere because he considered me his own son. Turns out there's a shrimp behind the bakwan eh wrong, behind the rock.

" The decision is in your hands. One more week Mr. Indro will come here. Prepare your answer as well as possible." Grandma's message to me.

The problem of Amal is not finished, Andre's problem has come. Now the problem is much bigger. Mr. Indro will propose to me.

Oh Allah... What was my fault that endless trials came my way.

The night is getting late. But my eyes don't want to close. Pa, ma, Zahra longs. If you still have Zahra can share the story with you.

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I'm not allowed to go to school today. There is a lazy feeling when you want to meet Indro sir and Andre mas.

How could they have a more direct feeling toward me? I just thought they were friends. Especially against Mr. Indro I already consider him as a parent.

" Loh Zah, haven't had a bath yet? Not in school?" Ask aunt Lidya.

" Want permission just one day tan, again lazy."

" A fear of meeting Indro sir?" Aunt Lidya started teasing me.

" What a tan."

" Don't pout later on old chips like grandma would?" Said Aunt Lidya as she passed from before me.

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Time keeps turning. It does not feel this is the day I decided to give an answer to Mr. Indro.

Mr. Indro has come with his family and his children. Is he sure that I will accept his request. His youngest son is the same age as me. Then how do you think Mr Indro?

" So how's Zahra? Ready to give an answer?" Ask Mr. Indro full of hope.

Whahuh? He called me dik. What kind of joke is this

Not aware if he already berur fan has a grandson.

I took a deep breath, " Mr. Indro, I hope that the decision I convey will not hurt the family, especially Mr. Indro."

" I'm sorry sir, I can't accept my father's proposal, because one of them is my own parents. Father I have considered as a substitute for my father who is gone." I tried to convey my rejection gently.

The aura on Mr. Indro's face instantly turned crimson. He looked at me sharply. There was anger that he endured.

" Didn't Zahra give me one chance?" Said mr. Indro cynical.

I shudder in horror at seeing Mr. Indro. I deliberately lowered my head so as not to see the face of Mr. Indro.

" I'm sorry Mr. Indro, it's my grandson's choice. I hope Mr. Indro can accept with legowo's heart." Grandma's speech.

Unexpectedly, Indro vangkit sir and kicked the table in front of him.

Braak!

We were surprised by all. Including the children of Indro sir.

" Because of a proud woman." Indro sir was angry.

She managed to pull my headscarf hard until I fell out of the chair.

" Awwww..." I screamed in pain because part of my hair was interested.

Om Iwan pushed Mr. Indro hard until he fell backward.

Aunt Lidya immediately helped me stand up and took me away from the brutality of Mr. Indro.

" Go or I'll take you to the police station!" Threaten mewan to them.

Finally his children managed to drag Mr. Indro out of our house. Om Iwan immediately closed the door and locked.

I'm still crying in the arms of Lidya's grandmother and aunt. My aunt and grandmother were crying too.

" hurt?" Grandma asked while rubbing my head. I'm just nodding.

I went into the room. I was still pondering, why was my love path never smooth? I'm almost twenty-four now, but there's nothing serious about me.

Erik was just a man's husband. Andre is single, but his taste is so arrogant. Amal like not serious, even his ex-wife still threatens me.

I'm not sleeping tonight. I opened the laptop and I intend to make a letter of resignation. If I stay, my security there is not guaranteed. I also feel traumatized to meet directly with Mr. Indro.

My resignation letter is done. I put it in an envelope. Forgive Zahra, pa! Can't continue papa's dream. Zahra was also sure if papa was still alive papa would be angry to see papa's friend behave rough in my heart.

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I took a shower this morning. But I don't wear clothes.

" Where are you going?" Ask grandma astonished.

" Want to go to Amal's house."

" What?" Ask grandma again.

" Want to submit a letter of resignation with Amal,nek."

" Be careful!" Grandma exclaim.

I took out a motorcycle and drove towards Amal's mansion.

It didn't take long to get to Amal's home.

" Assalamu'alaikum.." I say hello.

" Waalaikum salam..." Sounds from inside the house.

" Eh Zahra tumben early in the morning has come. Come inside!" His mother's friendly smile Amal.

" Anything is ma'am?"

" There's a shower. Let's wait inside." Take Amal's mother.

I followed Amal's mother into the kitchen.

" Mom is cooking fried rice for breakfast Amal, mom while cooking huh?"

" Please buk! Zuwita hasn't woken up yet?" I was looking for an adorable little figure.

" So early morning follow his ashes wake up, in love milk eh even continue to sleep again." Said Amal's mother while her hands were busy flipping through her cooking.

I was so amazed by the mass house of Amal, so neat arrangement. The kitchen is also very comfortable with super-complete furniture. I'm sure, Amal's mother is a very clean person.

While I was watching this house, suddenly the bathroom door opened. Looks mass Amal yamg just ready to take a shower and come out only wearing a towel half body. While his chest was left alone.

The look we met. I threw my eyes away in shame.

There is guilt because my eyes have been wrongly looked at.

Amal hastily passed from before me.

Maybe he was surprised to see me at his house early in the morning.

Mas Amar's mother was putting food together at the dinner table, I was confused as to what to do. It doesn't feel right to see me at a man's house, let alone early in the morning.

I think I waited too long for Charity to come out of his room.

"We'll eat Zahra first. The food is ready. Momentarily call Mas Amal first." Mas Amal's mother went into the room.

Not long ago, Amal and her mother came out towards me.

When I saw Mas amal's performance this morning, I was amazed by his good looks.

Zuwita is beautiful, perhaps a lineage passed down by Mas Amal.

Amal is sitting in front of me. So was his mother Amal.

" Sorry to interrupt early in the morning. Zahra wants to take this." I took out a white envelope and gave it to Amal.

" What is this?" Ask Amal to be astonished.

" Letter of resignation." Reply weak.