UNEXPECTED MARRIAGES

CONVERSATION WITH CHARLES

Some say that first love is hard to forget. It seems that it is not just a joke because now Ibra also feels it.

Fatimah was the first love of Ibra. Their first meeting was during the Campus Introduction Orientation (OSPEK).

At that time, Ibra accidentally dropped his wallet on the mosque after performing dzuhur prayers. Fatimah found him. The girl repeatedly called out to him with the word 'mas' from a distance. In a hurry and not expecting the call to him, Ibra kept going. His father at a fast pace.

Not to hear, Fatimah finally decided to pursue. Finally, Fatimah came before Ibra with a breath of terror.

Ibra stared fixedly at the long-veiled girl in front of her with narrowed eyes that indicated there was a question in her mind. But a second later the question was answered immediately because Fatimah immediately thrust a rectangular-shaped wallet brown in front of Ibra.

Ibra just stared at the wallet for a moment. The wallet is similar to his wallet. However, shortly, after reaching into the bag of pants, it was only realized that the wallet in the hands of the hijab girl in front of him was his wallet.

Hesitating Ibra took the wallet that was thrust at him while asking. "It's mine, right?"

Fatimah nodded quickly. The girl's breath was still on. But in that second, Ibra felt something tickle her heart when her eyes collided with Fatimah's eyes. Truly, a foreign feeling he had never experienced before.

Over time, after the incident, he who turned out to follow the same organization as Fatimah began to know that the tickling feeling was a feeling that everyone called love. And, increasingly, that love continues to grow and grow even today.

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Ibra had been standing for a long time in front of Charles's bedroom door. Many times his hand that was about to knock, pulled him back. Until finally, he threw away the doubt forcefully. Finally, his hand knocked as well.

"Who?" a voice sounded from within.

"I'm brother, Ibra."

"Oh, you, Bra. Just get in, it's not locked."

Charles' voice sounded lightly from within and it added to his courage. The door handle was slowly pulled. And before entering, Ibra decided to bend her head in to see her foster sister's activities first. It's not possible, he won't go in.

But when he turned his head, Charles was staring at the door so he could clearly see the Ibra. "Just get in, Bra. I'm not too busy."

But Ibra saw Charles's fingers on his laptop keyboard and next to him were piled up with papers. Indicates that his foster brother was not said to be not busy.

Apparently, Charles was reading what Ibra was thinking. He also directly said. " Just go in! I'm almost done."

Ibra smiled bitterly. "Don't you bother me?"

Charles shakes. "Take a. Come inside!"

Charles' honest-sounding reply instantly dispelled the doubt in Ibra's heart. Immediately, Ibra opened the door wider for her body to enter. Once inside, the door closed again.

Ibra slowly approached Charles' bed. Then sit on the edge. "Who wrote my thesis?" Ask directly.

"Yes, but this is hollow." Charles replied, staring at the laptop screen. "You're seeing brother to say what?"

Ibra thinned her lips. His eyeballs were rolling rapidly indeterminate directions, showing confusion that was difficult to express.

As there was no answer, Charles raised his face, looking at Ibra. Charles saw the confusion in Ibra's eyes. "Udah, by the way, don't hesitate. I'm not gonna get mad at anything you're gonna say."

"Hm, look, brother. It's about my matchmaking with Gunawan's daughter."

Hearing Ibra's words just now, Charles immediately pulled his fingers from the laptop and crossed his arms. Both of his eyes stared intently at Ibra. Now that he knew, his foster sister would say something serious.

"Yes, keep..."

Seeing Charles looking at him sharply, Ibra was actually nervous. Although not a sibling, Ibra respected her foster brother as well as respecting Budi's mother and father.

"At first, who wants to be betrothed to Mr. Gunawan's daughter is a brother." Ibra explained. His tone was set in such a way as to sound soft and very cautious. " Because I didn't want to, I gave the girl to me. Don't you want to see that girl first, brother? Before I propose to her tomorrow."

Charles looked at Ibra. "What do you mean, huh?"

Ibra, who was sitting slightly tilted, immediately turned her full body to face Charles. "I mean, sister, that girl is pretty. Even very pretty. If you are side by side with your brother would be very suitable. And it looks like it's the guy like the big brother she wants."

"If she's so beautiful, why do you even want me to marry her. Good dong if he's beautiful, it means you'll get a beautiful wife." Charles was confused.

"The thing is, he doesn't like me, brother. And at the beginning he should have been a match with his brother. After all, it seems like a guy like a big brother is what he wants. Do you really not want to see it first? Who knows, you like it."

Charles moaning. "No, no. I don't want to. Not once, no."

Ibra was almost at a loss for words hearing Charles' firm rejection. The man in front of him was, yes. Hard and his decision can not be contested by anyone. Once said, A will remain A forever.

When he was desperate, Ibra tried to ask again. "Why is big brother so unwilling to see the girl? Does your sister have a reason?"

Charles threw his body against the wall. In fact, Ibra's question had already provoked her emotions. But he tried to push it. Because although not a sibling, Ibra is now his family as well.

"You really want to know why, Bra?" He asked half humbled.

"Yes, brother."

Charles grinned. "First, because I don't like being forced. Uh, suddenly dad asked me to marry an unknown girl. Of course I don't want to."

Yep. If the first reason, Ibra already understood. Charles hated being forced. He is the kind of free man who hates rules and being regulated.

"The second one" Charles continued. "Because I've been after a girl. And, I'm gonna get close to that gadia and then have it."

Hearing the second answer, Ibra m admitted his mission failed. When it comes to love, he can't do anything.

Charles patted Ibra's shoulder slowly. "Just accept this match, Bra. Anyway, tomorrow's a proposal. The rice has become porridge. You can't run away from this marriage anymore. Except..."

Ibra shuddered at the last word as if she was intimidating him.

"Unless you run away and don't know how to return."

Ibra. He had not expected Charles to say such a cruel thing.

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