
Time has been given by the two handsome men who are now waiting anxiously on his chair. They had already gentlemanly proposed directly in front of the two women's parents, even being cooperative, not forcing anyone here to accept the proposal.
Fatimah had never met the two men in a week. It was as if nature had blessed the calmness that women needed to think. Dhani is preoccupied with a pile of reports on the desk, while Aiman himself is being assigned to Cirebon to visit with the principal.
As a result, even though one workplace, Aiman and Fatimah this week do not meet each other face to face, or even intersect.
"Eh." Deheman was able to disperse the daydreams of the child. Umar gently grasped his daughter's cold hands, then smiled. The strengthening smile that the father always gave when he saw his only child was in confusion.
“How are your decisions, son? Do not let you make the two men in front there die of boredom because waiting for answers from you,” Umar led deliberately so that there is no tension in their room.
Fatimah rubbed her nose ashamed of her father's nature which was so good at breaking the silence. He then gently clasped his father's big hand back, then brought his face closer to the ears of the man who was already six heads.
Whispering the answer to the proposal of the two men in front of them. Not meant to be disrespectful, but reduce guilt to someone who will be rejected. Umar nodded in understanding, and then frowned at the top of the child's head.
After that, with a straight look towards the two men sitting side by side, separated by a distance of two snails. The bead seemed to be assessing the bad good of the candidate chosen by Fatimah.
"Well, before that I was very grateful for the good intentions of the two of you to propose my daughter. However, Fatimah had to choose one among these two handsome and beautiful young men. Because it is also impossible for my beautiful daughter to do polyandry. Huh, how's that."
The atmosphere slightly melted when hearing the last sentence from Umar–Father from Fatimah. The father of Dhani–Basuki replied to the sloroh Umar was no less funny so that the tension that had occurred little by little began to disappear.
Fatimah did not dare to look ahead. All it does is bow and bow. His face was already embarrassed when the father actually alluded to the problem of polyandry. Hey, he's not that greedy to hook two men at once to be a husband. The authority is still owned by Fatimah.
"Then, about whose proposal was finally chosen by Nak Fatimah? No way, dong, I come forward," joked Basuki who was repaid by the anxious pinch of the wife–Nunung, as well as the pushy view of Dhani.
"Bah, don't make a joke. Dhani has been sweating coldly waiting for an answer from Fatimah," said one of the suitors to make the fathers there laugh.
"Loh, rather than you tense up like this, yes, mending father make this atmosphere become warmer. Isn't that right, Mr Umar, Son of Faith?" asked Basuki with his cock.
Aiman was indeed a little tense, as well as awkward, but he felt a little relieved as this tension melted away. This is not like a formal rigid application event like when he first came to propose to Fatimah. Although it was not him who made it because Sitilah suddenly sparked the idea to propose.
Had been involved in a small quarrel between the child and the mother after returning from the woman's home. However, slowly the child began to think and also the deceased wife also seemed to support the good intentions of her in-laws to find a companion for life for the husband. Aiman decided to move forward. Love matters, he leaves it all to fate.
"After my daughter .." her Jeda, "Fatimah thought long enough, even she also did the prayer istikharah. The man he chose was …."
Umar looked at Aiman, then turned to Dhani several times. Now, those eyes stopped at one point. The figure of the man who was whispered his name by the beloved princess.
The man who will be the priest of the child's afterlife. Life and death companion, and life friend to death pick up.
A heavy breath came out from the lips of the aged man.
Fatimah who saw the father looked nervous was holding her hand tightly. He said he was ready to live with the man. Convince his father that he will be responsible for the decision that has been taken.
"You, I believe."
"Alhamdulillah," said Siti gratefully, she hugged her son's arm with a twinkle of happiness, mixed with relief.
Aiman immediately heaved a sigh of relief. The feeling of anxiety immediately lifted up when he heard his proposal received by Fatimah. Somehow he was so happy, even though love had not grown in the heart. However, the one-child widower is also not evasive, if there is a sense of happiness is exploding in the body.
Hassan is no less happy. The boy even ran to Fatimah to say thank you. Her body hugs dearly to the woman who will soon become a mother.
"Thank you, Auntie Fati. Thank you for choosing Abi. Thank you for choosing Mas Asa. I'm very happy," said the little boy with a full day.
Fatimah also felt happy, also relieved because this one week was made dizzy by the affairs of her heart. He has established the heart and mind when making major decisions concerning his future life.
Maybe people will ask, why not choose a single one? Why is the widower the one chosen? Is it because the widower is more seductive? Or, just because of something else?
Fatimah looked at Dhani Wicaksono with a guilty look. He hoped that his friend would not be angry because of the decision that had been taken. However, during this time Dhani should also have known how the feeling of the woman to the handsome young man.
Friends, nothing more and will always be like that. It won't change until anytime.
"I'm sorry, Dhan" said Fatimah, clenching both hands in front of her chest.
Dhani is trying for legowo. Accept the decision taken by Fatimah. Love cannot be forced. But can he be heartbroken?
Can he still fight to get Fatimah's heart? Janur also has not curved in front of the woman's house. So, still can, right, she hopes?
"Yes, it's okay, Fa. All the decisions I've given you. So, whatever decision you make, of course I have to accept it too." The smile looked so stiff, the heartache still made it hard to accept reality. However, Dhani must not show too clearly in front of loved ones.
His eyes now turned to look towards the man chosen by Fatimah. There is a sense that is difficult to uncover when the rival who gets the heart of the friend. "Congratulations to you, Sir. I hope you will never hurt, even let tears drip from the netra Fatimah."
"That's my door. Because if I see a drop of hair drenching her beautiful face," her jade with eyes stared coldly at Aiman. "I'm not afraid I'll take him back for me!"
"That will never happen, sir," Aiman replied with a triumphant grin
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