Wrong Khitbah

124. SK 2: MANTU CANDIDATE, EH?

"Trus.why Sister is not married" asked Zahra again curious.

" When are you ready?"

Is.deg..deg...deg..

The sight of the two met, the heart that had been beating normally was now speeding up rapidly, beating the clockwork seconds.

Blush... Zahra turned her face away as she felt her cheeks heat up.

"Yes Allah.please Zahra.huhuhuhuuu.

" Eh, Brother. What the hell, I was asking Brother when to get married. Why do I ask when I am ready. I'm trying to do it"

"I repeat, when are you ready to be my wife"

DEG!!

"Sister.I have pretended to be insensitive, why do you make it clear again.Zahra's heart is not strong. huhuhu" complained Zahra innocently.

Ustadz Fakhri chuckled. "Forget"

"Alright, it looks like the rain has subsided. Thanks again for helping Qyla. We have to go back to the hospital. I've paid for the food, so- "

"Sorry, cut. Who's sick?"

" Em.em.that my mother was in the hospital, I was in a hurry. Excuse me"

"So wait, how's Zahra? Can Zahra come to the hospital? "

"Why what?"

" Want to see Mother Brother, what else?"

Ustadz Fakhri thought for a moment, then "Alright come on"

"Yes"

They got out of the restaurant and stopped a passing taxi. Because Ustadz Fakhri's car is still in the hospital parking lot, and it looks like Qyla will be exhausted if invited to the hospital, which is why Ustadz Fakhri stopped a taxi that will take them to the hospital.

Zahra sat by the window as well as Ustadz Fakhri, and.. Qyla was in the middle of them.

The driver always watched his passengers this time through the rearview mirror. He really wanted to invite them to talk because he noticed that the passenger had just been silent like a husband and wife who were fighting.

"Mbak..mbak has a boyfriend blom?"

"Huh? Is his father the same as me ?" Ask Zahra to make sure

"Loh, same who else to Ma'am. It's just a girl here. I may not ask the same adek in the middle, ihihihig"

Zahra shakes her head

"Yes yes sir, hehee. No, sir, I don't have a girlfriend or whatever"

"Why mbak? Her mother is beautiful"

"Because I don't want to sir. Well, thank you sir for the praise, the eyes of the father can be said healthy one hundred percent"

" ahahaha, I can do it"

"Yes dong sir.."

"Oh yes mbak, mbak do not want to date right, if so my daughter-in-law just want not mbak? I have a single child at home, he is very well established mbak, in fact he has told me not to work, do not work, but because you already love the cooperation of the father so the taxi driver so the father does not want to stop, both know mbak his people. How's it? Want to mbak? It looks like Beuh... Pisan mbak case. Guantengg poll. eleven twelve is the same mas beside him. Want to mbak? Let me give you the number, yes, make acquaintances first, right."

"Ahahaha. siapak mah aja" said the driver very tickled his heart, he said,

. Where a father promotes his son is like promoting underwear in the board of a sale market. Ahahaha

"Who? Serious father moh mbak"

Zahra laughed as she occasionally glanced at Ustadz Fakhri. Oops... That's her face why is it so cold??

"Sir, just focus. His father spoke with my wife" said Ustadz Fakhri suddenly made the two men gasp

"Huh? Wife? Ma'am.. mas next to her is her husband?" Ask the driver to ignore Ustadz Fakhri

"His husband?? Sir.he's it-"

"It's less clear sir. I'm her husband and she's my wife" she said firmly . "Future, aamiin" she continued inwardly

Zahra glared, Ustadz Fakhri gave her sharp gaze making Zahra turn her gaze forward and act ordinary

Dug.dug.dug.. "again Zahra's heart was made with the same dangdutan Ustadz Fakhri "his mind was clinging to his hand to his chest.

"Oh. his wife anyway. yo sorry mas, I don't know . Ahahaha may the marriage be same yes mbak. mas. couples until jannah ya. amiin"

"Aamiin" said Ustadz Fakhri

***

"Ih.. Sister..what the hell was the taxi driver talking to you?" Zahra asked as they walked into the hospital

"Nothing" replied Ustadz Fakhri holding Qyla's hand

"Really"

Zahra sculpting

"If you really want to" continued Ustadz Fakhri walked away from Zahra which is still firmly serial

Zahra blinked her eyes many times, returning to control her feelings. Already he determined you in your heart not to train more in following his feelings, but what arrived he met people yes directly, ehh even oreng.

Zahra became quiet ever since, he only stood calm occasionally smiling, until he arrived in front of the mother's ward of Ustdaz Fakhri.

Ceklek~

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Ustadz Fakhri saluted as he entered pushing the door wide open until Zahra came inside.

" Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatulli wabarakatuh"

"Auntie..." Qyla ran over to her nanny and immediately asked for sleep. Because he was tired.

Ustadz Fakhri approached the patient's bed, and kissed the back of his mother's hand.

"Have you come home, son?"

"It's mom"

" Oh, son, who is this? Mother-in-law?"

"Eh. bu-not aunty, I Zahra used to be saved by Brother Fakhri" said Zahra introduced himself not as anyone Ustadz Fakhri because he was confused he was prepared Ustadz Fakhri

"Yes.kirain the candidate of the mantunya mother" said the mother with a sad face.

"Doain aja ma'am, may cepet dateng his soul mate" said Ustadz Fakgri calm his mother

"Aamiinu. Always I'll pray for my son"

"Mother's grave yet?"

"Already, in the same bribe Aunt earlier"

"Emm okay.." Ustadz Fakhri moved to the couch and his mother talked for a while

"You're so beautiful, son" praised Mother

" Ehehe.thank you ma'am.. I'm not of the wrong value"

"Hahhaa" Ustadz Fakhri smiled faintly at Zahra making her mother laugh

" Are you still in school or what?"

"Zahra is over, ma'am, and thank God, his busy life is now a private teacher. Emm teacher Kindergarten also sih. hehe"

"MasyaaAllah. Emm, if your mother's son is now working in her father's convection"

"Huh? A convection? Fakhri has resigned from Al-Anshor??"

"Loh, you know son??"

" Yes ma'am, because Kak Fakhri was also his teacher Brother Zahra, Brother Zahwa"

"Zahwa's? Rich mom ever heard of? Zahwa...??" She looked up at the ceiling to remember it

"Ah. mother forgot. Ri.." call Mom

"Yes ma'am" said Ustadz Fakhri who was preparing Qyla clothes to take home.

"His rich mom has heard you tell stories about women you like. If you're wrong, his name is Zahwa, right? Is it son? You're not wrong, are you?"

The deg!

Ustadz Fakhri looked at Zahra who was also staring at him. Before long Zahra turned her face back in another direction in a fit of annoyance.

" I-iya ma'am"

Nyess..!!!

Zahra's chest up and down disappointment was clearly visible in her eyes. His brain began to overthink Ustadz Fakhri.

" M-probably another Zahwa ma'am, right the name Zahwa a lot of ma'am" said Zahra.

"Hem. yes. Son, it might be"

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