UNEXPECTED MARRIAGES

THE DETERMINED SOULMATE

Belinda's appetite has been gone since a while ago, since realizing Ibra's figure was in the same cafeteria. Moreover, the girls sitting next to him were talking about the man. Surprisingly, it turns out Ibra is one of the favorite guys on this campus. Though according to him, Ibra is not so handsome even though he admitted that the man's face is not tired to look at.

“you to the cashier yes, Bel. Here, pay who has me.” Sasi put a sheet of twenty thousand on the table.

Belinda glanced at Sasi's money. “Kok me?”

“So I was the food agent. So now switch, dong.”

Belinda pouting. His heart strongly refused to go to the cashier table because of its location adjacent to where Ibra was sitting. However, he could not bear to refuse Sasi's orders because his friend had already ordered food.

Belinda took Sasi's money. Then with heavy steps, he walked towards the cashier table. Unfortunately, the tail of his eyes caught Ibra who was moving, also towards the cashier table. His heart immediately beat fast.

Ibra arrived at the cashier's desk seconds after Belinda. Realizing Ibra was already standing next to him, Belinda shifted.

“Everything how many bu? Table number twelve.” Ask Belinda to the cashier's mother.

The cashier's mother checked the paper with the number twelve. “Twenty-six thousand.”

“This is the money, bu.” Belinda offered him a twenty thousand note and a ten thousand note.

The cashier's mother received money from Belinda. “Oh four thousand return, yes. Before long I take a dime behind.” Cashier's mother moves. Leaving Belinda and Ibra at the checkout table.

“Sials. Long dong if gini deketan ama dia.”Belinda's inner protests. He's getting restless.

Ibra observed Belinda's unsettled gurgle and was impressed to stay away from her. “You're still afraid of me?”

Deg. He asked again.

"Hey, you heard me, right?"

Belinda had to look. “Iya, I heard. I'm not scared. It's just not comfortable.”

“So? But what I see, you're not comfortable but scared. I'm a human not a ghost."

Deg. Ibra's words had struck him again.

“Si-who thinks sister is a ghost? I told you it was just uncomfortable.” Belinda ventured to defend herself.

Ibra grinned as if mocking Belinda's words. Makes Belinda's heart goosebumps. "Why? Can't believe?"

Ibra shook her head by showing a sinless face. Making Belinda's plot become.

"You don't seem good at lying, do you?"

Belinda furious. Want the taste of Ibra's knitting. "It's up to you to think what."

Ibra no longer answered. He already knew the girl next to him was upset with him.

A second later, Belinda was relieved to see the moody figure of the cashier's mother poking out from behind the curtain with the change in hand.

“Back four thousand, right? Nih.” Cashier mother put two pieces of money two thousand in front of Belinda.“Thank you, yes son.”

Belinda took the money. “Sama-sama, bu.”

With a stroke, Belinda turned her body. Then he quickly walked out of the cafeteria as if he wanted to get away from Ibra. His behavior made Ibra smile.

"Bel, wait! How am I left?!" Sasi exclaimed as he ran after Belinda.

Belinda patted the jidat. Because of Ibra he forgot about Sasi.

"How the hell are you, playing live like that?" Sasi's murmur arrived beside Belinda.

"Sorry, I completely forgot."

"Forget. Oh yeah, since when did you get along with Ibra's sister?" Sasi looked at Belinda's pretty face full of probing.

Belinda's eyes are round. “What? Familiar? Familiar from hong kong. Just you.”

“Do not leave. I noticed you guys talking seriously.”

“Emang if chatting already means familiar?”

“Yes, not too. But the look in your eyes is, be-da.”

Belinda shuddered at the word 'different' which slid firmly from Sasi's mouth. “Beda how? Your words are more blushing. I don't like”

Belinda did not answer. Irritated by hearing Sasi's words, he sped up his pace. Sasi keeps on sparring.

"By the way, you guys look good."

POK! Belinda hit Sasi's arm hard. "Don't talk weird anymore. Just look at him I hate."

"hate?" Sasi muttered while rubbing the arm that hurt from the punch. "Can you hate? Does that mean you've been close all along?"

Belinda stopped her steps, staring resentfully at Sasi. "Satie stop! How can you think that far? I don't like it when you think we're close."

"But what's the problem? You said I was your best friend. But still a secret."

Belinda breathed a heavy sigh. He tried to hold back his emotions. Maybe Sasi should also know her true feelings for Ibra.

"Ga something is broken. But I don't like him. I don't know why I'm always scared when I meet him and this tongue is so funny when I talk to him. Several times his words hit me and several times he humbled me. Surprisingly, I never won when arguing with him. He's like he's got magic."

Then a story slid from the thin lips of Belinda from the beginning of the meeting to ospek. Sasi listened carefully.

***

Ibra glanced at the watch. It's almost dzuhur. He hurried to the mushola. As always, to call the Adhan.

There are some people in the mushola. Three men and five women. Ibra was stunned when she saw the girl who was reading the qur, and next to the closet where she was storing the mucus. He is Fatimah,

civil engineering children who have been glimpsed since the first semester. Although she had long harbored a love for the girl, Ibra tried to resist her desire to propose because she felt she was not ready to bind herself in a marriage.

Actually, Fatimah had the same feeling as Ibra. As a woman, she chose to wait. Waiting for Ibra came to see him even though the feeling was already very passionate. He did not have the courage of the khadijah who proposed to the Prophet first. Until some applications that come rejected gently just to wait for a proposal from Ibra a.

The love between Ibra and Fatimah grew after both were involved in the same organization.the organization of the Campus Propagation Institution or abbreviated as LDK. The graceful and devout carrying of Fatimah was able to attract the sympathy of Ibra. Likewise, the charismatic figure of Ibra makes Fatimah not turn her heart to other men. Now in the LDK, both positions are chairman and secretary. They often meet either at meetings or events held by the organization. The meetings further enhanced the sense between the two.

Ibra takes ablution first before entering the mushola. As usual, after that he made a sweet adhan. Hearing the Adhan's voice, Fatimah who was unaware of Ibra's presence immediately raised her head. He was already so memorized by the voice of the man. Ibra's melodious Adhan was what he had been waiting for since. That is why, if there is free time, he will go to the mosque early before entering prayer time just so that he can hear the voice of the Ibra adhan.

After the prayer and short remembrance, Ibra went straight outside the mosque, remembering that there was a class soon. When he was about to wear shoes, his gaze met with the view of Fatimah. The two of them threw each other a short smile. Although there was no greeting from the two, but their hearts had communicated by themselves, saying that I missed you. Ibra's hasty move to leave the place became the end of their meeting.

***

“Dad this is nothing, decide something as important as this without blowing me up! Anyway I don't want to, yeah!”

Charles's voice rang out to the front door, making the recently arrived Ibra flinch. Since he came to this house as an adopted child, he had never heard his adoptive brother talk as hard as before especially to Budi –his adoptive father.

“Nak, understand! Dad's best friend is very helpful to you! It's time for dad to return the favor!”

“Dad, this is not the age of matchmaking! Anyway I don't want to! Point!”

Ibra entered the house, coinciding with the move Charles left Pak Budi himself in the spacious living room. Ibra's heart was immediately filled when he saw Mr. Budi who was sitting sad on the sofa. Anywhere directly

hunting the 60-year-old.

“Dad, is dad okay?”

Mr. Budi raised his face. “Ibra..”.

“What is this, Dad? Why is Brother Charles angry?”

Budi did not answer Ibra's question. He looked at Ibra's face as if he had found hope there. Hope just destroyed by his biological son –Charles.

“Ibra, do you want to help your father?”

Ibra's eyes sparkled. For a long time he had been waiting for such a sentence from Mr. Budi, a person who had been very good at picking up orphans like himself, giving affection, attention, and even sending him to school.  During this time he always thought of a way to repay the kindness of Mr. Budi and this time the sentence ‘ask for help’ said from the dry lips of the man who was very meritorious in his life.

“Yes, dad. I want to, I want to help Dad. Say, what should I do?”

Mr. Budi smiled widely. There was incredible relief directly implied on his old face. “I'm sorry if this will be so hard for you, son.”

“Say, father! Don't hesitate!” Ibra said firmly.

Budi touched Ibra's face. Then in a soft voice he said: “Will you marry the daughter of my best friend?”

Ibra jerks. Be married?

Seriate...