Women Choice Ceo

Austin Leonard Alfaro's

Today, it feels strange. But I was confused, which one should I monday and fear what? Maybe because today's weather was hot times, huh? ... .

"Himai! Open the door, son!" There was a gentle knock on the door and immediately opened it.

"Yes, Mom! Just jerk."

"Himai, sit here, son!" his orders after entering the room and patting the mattress on the right side where Mom sat.

Tumben Mom looks this serious. What's up, huh? Did I make a mistake at school? Same neighbors? Or ... no, no I didn't do anything wrong today. Then why?

"This, Son. Do you feel grown up?" ask Mom to start the conversation.

"What the hell, Mom. It's so weird."

"Himai! Mom's serious. Are you ready if someone wants to marry you?" I've never been this serious and my eyes started to glaze over.

"Ready? .. If I am, God willing is ready. But right, I know that this himai does not know how to cook. If married, what would he cook for the husband? Part ... ."

"Lagian .. no one wants to share this blurry hymai, ma'am. Never mind, Mom, himai want to be with Mom and Dad always, want to make Mom and Dad happy," I said while hugging Mom.

Mother rubbed my shoulders gently. Looks like Mom's crying, her shoulders up and down. Mother why the hell? So strange.

I took off my arms and asked Mom, "Mother why are you crying? Shame on you, have an ugly child like himai?"

I rubbed my flattened rough, removing the clear whirlpools that started to drip. Why this cruel fate? Because of this face I was always insulted. Why God? Why is! My tears are flowing more and more.

"Istighfar, Son! Your face is a wonderful gift from God to Mom and Dad. You are so beautiful. Everything God has given us, we are grateful for!" Mom spoke a little higher.

"Himai remember, Ustadz Dzul's talk at the mosque yesterday?"

وَإِذْ تَأَذَّنَ رَبُّكُمْ لَئِن شَكَرْتُمْ لَأَزِيدَنَّكُمْۖ وَلَئِن كَفَرْتُمْ إِنَّ عَذَابِى لَشَدِيدٌ

It means ;

QS. Abraham 14:7

"Yes, Mom. I remember," I replied sadly.

"Himai! In the living room there was a young man-" pause Mother for a moment inhaling the air.

"Says he wants to propose to you tonight." I was surprised, who was that young man?

"Who, Ma? Himai was never at all close to anyone's man."

"Mother doesn't know either, son. But it seems like he's not a close person here, and not an ordinary person like us. Because it looks from his neat and clean clothes, and use the car."

Car wear? I'm really curious. I immediately grabbed the hijab in the closet that I thought was new.

"Come, Son! We out. He's been waiting a long time" Mother asked.

When he came out of the room there was a familiar sound in his ears. I'm getting curious. I'm quick to step up to see who he is, who wants to propose to this poor, burik woman.

How surprised I was, it turned out ... .

My body is a little dazed, fortunately there is a mother who held it so that I do not fall.

"Are you okay, son?" ask Mom to worry.

"Yes, Mom."

Himekah! Don't be a kegeeran first, who knows he came to propose you for the driver or bodyguard. Relax, relax himai! Don't be so nervous, dong.

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