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Beloved Dad

"I'll keep you company, so don't be afraid" he assured me.

Will he continue to be as gentle as this? Or because it's just in front of my parents? Astaghfirullah, heimai the word is prayer. Pray that he will always be gentle like this, until you and I unite to be us.

"All right, I'll come along. But promise don't stay with me," I said making him a little chuckle, ah .. sweet to want to hug but not yet allowed.

"Promise!"

***

"Mom, hemai is seventeen, isn't it too small, Mom?" ask me to Mom after Bang Azril came home.

"God willing not, son. The important thing if you marry later, you are diligent yes, do not be lazy. Listen to husband. Because after you get married, your responsibilities have passed to your husband. Because marriage is not just a matter of love, but many twists and turns that we will take later. Your husband's shortcomings will surely look so much."

"If the husband is angry do not argue enough silence, and take lessons from the mistakes we make that make the husband angry. Serve her as best you can so as not to turn to other women," said Mother taught me about a marriage.

"God willing, Mom. Pray for Himai to be a good wife for my husband" I said and hugged my mother.

"Aamiinu. Sleep, Son. Tomorrow you're going with Nak Azril, right?"

"Yes, Mom."

***

I woke up at three in the morning and couldn't fall back asleep, thinking tomorrow that there would be one more car with the cold guy. But now it's different .. if I was in his car because he helped me, if tomorrow because he would introduce me to his family as his future wife.

Not wanting this time to pass quickly, I could not imagine her cold face and meeting her family who must be very rich. I hope I didn't make a mistake, or .. I hope I don't go with her to the party.

***

"Assalamu'alaikum!" There was a greeting from outside the house that I believed it must be him.

"Start, Mom!"

Oh God! It felt very nervous, my hands were trembling as well as cold sweat. I saw a reflection of myself from a buluk mirror, I polished my thin lips with pink lipstick and a little baby powder.

The brown-colored gameplay with the matching hijab makes me a little different, yes, a little bit.

I went out of the room and approached Mom and Dad and the cold Man, who was waiting in front of the house. However, when I came out I saw several pairs of eyes looking at us.

"Mom! We're tired of being poor, right? Until his son is sold to om-om!" said the mothers were piercing into the recesses of the heart.

"Astaghfiullah! I'm poor like this but there's no thought at all about selling a child!" my mother said loudly to make the mothers whisper to each other.

"I'm her future husband! Better you go or ... or bodyguarku-" Not done yet Azril spoke, the mothers were already running in disarray.

"Thank you, Son. Have helped us talk to them," he told Azril.

"Together, Sir. It's my duty to protect you!" answer Azril gently.

Ah, sweet really!

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