Wrong Khitbah

143. 2: HIS MOTHER

"honey. We haven't connected Abi and Dad. Maybe now they have arrived" said Zahwa while offering a plate containing breakfast that he just cooked.

"I've tried calling all night but not connecting. Maybe the network is in trouble. We'll try to call again after this" Zahwa nodded in agreement

"Eh?" Zahwa was surprised that his waist was pulled so that he sat on Akhtar's lap

"Bib. I'm heavy" said Zahwa rubbing Akhtar's jaw firmly

"It's only been 5 months, just your feelings" Akhtar replied casually

That morning they ate and fed each other until the food ran out. After that Akhtar ordered Zahwa to sit still in the chair while he cleaned the table and washed the dirty dishes.

"I'm going to call Mommy"

"Well let's call them"

Akhtar turned on the laptop and contacted their parents who were in Indonesia.

"Tuut.tuut...tutt.." phone call.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat.."

Zahwa's smile instantly recites "wa'alaikumussalam Mother... Mommy and Dad have arrived??"

"Alhamdulillah.. it's a dear.. Your journey is safe right? Nak Akhtar, Wawa is fine during the trip"

"Alhamdulillah.on Allh's permission we all survived to the destination of Mother"

"Alhamdulillah..."

"Haloo father's son, how's his new home? Comfortable?" Suddenly Ali's father came from the door and sat down next to Mother

"Alhamdulillah comfortable Well. But..."

"But what, baby??"

"But as long as you know your son-in-law, this father never lets Wawa do anything on her own. It must always be banned, even though Wawa can't just be quiet" said Zahwa scowled

Looked happy face, Ali's father's smile on the screen.

"That's your husband's affection for you son. He doesn't want you to be exhausted" a triumphant smile rose on Akhtar's lips after listening to Ali's father's words

"Tar.." call Ali's father

"Yes Dad"

"Is wawa the same as your Mother during pregnancy that I told you a while ago?" Ask Ali's Dad

"AHAHAHAH" the laughter of the two adults broke making the woman beside them astonish themselves

"What's the matter Dad?"

"What did Dad say to our daughter-in-law hum??" Ask Mother Fatimah with her sharp gaze

"Nothing, Ahahaha"

"Dad..."

"It's a man's business. It's a son-in-law"

Akhtar nodded while holding back his laughter.

"Will this chatter be filled with your laughter?" Zahwa asked annoyed

"Sorry baby... Oh yea. Have you contacted the Word?"

"After this we'll call Abi, Dad"

"Yes my son"

Their conversation lasted until Zahwa missed treated after that they called Buya Firman and Umi Alya. They talk to the full.

***

2 Weeks later

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..."

"Wa'alaikumussalam the child of the Mother" replied Mother Fatimah as she stretched her hand to welcome Zahra who had just returned from the cottage.

"Mother... " Sweet Zahra

"Udah there a few clean first, it's down yeah.we eat together"

"Syiapp Mommy"

Mother Fatimah looked at Zahra who ran up the stairs.

"Mother, I'm the one who wants to get married. I am one of the briesmaids. And then I'll go to the AlQaf boutique convection. To measure her clothes, Mother temenin yaa"

"Oo that, okay, we'll leave at 3 o'clock"

.

The AlQaf boutique

Zahra and Mother Fatimah have arrived at the boutique which is meant by Zahra. Arriving there, Zahra was surprised by a woman standing in front of the boutique.

"Mother, rich I know that mother" said Zahra standing behind Mother Fatimah

"Know where??"

"At the hospital"

"Okay, let's get to know that mom still remembers you" Zahra nodded in agreement

"Assalamu'alaikum ma'am.. You remember me?" Zahra's Sapa

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah. emm wajag you like no stranger son. Where were we last to meet?"

"Mom doesn't remember the same"

"Son Zahra?!" Excited the mother

"Yes ma'am, this is Zahra heheh"

"MashaaAllah. nak Zahra. He said yesterday he wanted to celebrate again" said the mother looking in admiration at Zahra. Because he remembered the last time he met when Zahra visited him in the hospital still wearing style gaul, but now he was wearing an abaya.

"MasyaaAllah is beautiful" her mind is amazed.

"Emm. sorry ma'am. Zahra was in the cottage all along. So I never saw my mom again. By the way, you're healthy ?"

"Alhamdulillah son. By Allah's permission and in the care of Fakhri's mother's son, the mother is well"

Mother Fatimah who heard the mother mention the name 'Fakhri' made her look at the mother.

"Fakhri's mother?"

"Yes. Is this Zahra's mother?"

"Yes my mother her Mother Zahra" Mother Fatimah's hand-shake with Ustadz Fakhri's mother.

"Oh yeah, mommy's in a hurry. Next time we connect. Let's mom... I say yes.. Assalamu'alaikum"

"Be careful ma'am. wa'alaikumussalam"

"Zahra, is that Ustadz Fakhri's mother?"

"Yes Mother"

"Not told you from earlier?"

"Yeah... Forgetting. Why Bun?"

"Em.aa. Let's go in" take Mother Fatimah

"Tock his mother alone. Where's Fakhri Ustadz?" Zahra wondered. His mind drifted somewhere. The shadow of the message he received some time ago also hit his head again.

"The model is the same as the others, but still the model syar'i yes.."

"Good ma'am" said the employee recorded their customer request this time

"Zahra agrees, right?" Zahra just shut up

"R.. Zahra??"

"Eh, yes, Mother.. Zahra agreed" said Zahra stammered he was found to be daydreaming.

***

After returning home from the boutique, Zahra went straight into her room. He recalled from the beginning of his meeting with Ustadz Fakhri until now there was no news.

"Zahra. You better fix yourself first. Matter mate do not worry. It must come good if you're good" he murmured talking to himself.

"Aarrgghhh..." Out of annoyance with himself he threw the sofa cushion on the floor

***

On the island, it is different from Zahra. A man is busy expanding his business.

This day he was busy with meetings here and there, as well as important meetings for the realization of his goals this time.

His eyes stared at the watch that was coiled in his hand. Now we are in prayer time. He returned to the car to go to the mosque.

Before starting his car, he stared at the diary 'Tajwid Cinta' on his front page.

A faint smile fell on his lips. His fingers slowly stroked the book.

"I will wait for the time when you are ready to accept me. Wait for me with all the preparations I've prepared to propose to you"