WRONG MARRIAGE
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Arriving at home, Zalfa saw someone selling fragrant oil was talking at length to Mbak Yen, who was selling fragrant oil, the tall man with an Arab appearance offered his perfume with a special accent to Arab-Araban. It is not just the language that is like the Arabs. Starting from the clothes, the face and beard are long and bushy really typical Arab. He was alone, but to offer one brand of perfumes sounded like ten people. Rame.
Mbak Yen seemed confused to respond to the seller, many times Mbak Yen wanted to speak to refuse, but the seller first spoke until Mbak Yen's intention to refuse was always cut off from the seller's speech.
The seller immediately approached Zalfa and offered her perfume, showing her various types of perfumes.
Zalfa did not want to buy perfume. Just smelling her scent for now she eneg once. But out of pity, Zalfa bought five types of perfumes and immediately paid for them without bidding. The seller immediately left and repeatedly thanked him.
“Yeah, that's a guy from which planet huh, Non? Nyerocos. I just said one, and he said a hundred. Jeez..” Mbak Yen bobbing heads.
“The name is also a sales person, yes have to be chatty let the trade sell. Ma'am Yen wants which perfume? Take two!” Zalfa offered while showing her the five perfumes she had bought earlier.
“E uh, seriously for me?”
“Iya.” Zalfa nodded.
Mbak Yen took two.
“Please bring the perfume to my room yes, Ma'am,” pinta Zalfa while handing her three perfumes.
“OK, Miss.” Ma'am Yen brought Zalfa's perfume.
Zalfa headed to the dining room. He found nothing at the dinner table. There is no food, side dish or anything that can fill the stomach. There were only fruits in the fruit basket, as well as snacks inside the jar.
During this time Zalfalah was always diligent in cooking, but lately he no longer cook because his stomach can not be compromised. She was always nauseous whenever she smelled the aroma of cooking, especially the smell of kitchen spices. Mbak Yen of course will not cook if not ordered, because since the beginning of the Arkhan family is rarely eaten at home.
Lately Maria and Elijah always deliver or eat out because Zalfa is never cooking again.
“Zalfa, what do you want to eat? Let me order some food for you. Usually pregnant people eat it picky,” said Maria who just entered the dining room and found Zalfa standing at the side of the dining table.
“Nevent gone, Mama. I don't have a taste for food.” Zalfa smiled faintly.
“What have you eaten yet? Your content needs nutrients, you have to eat.”
“I'm not hungry.”
“Do you still think of Arkhan?” search Maria.
“How can I forget that?”
“Arkhan must be able to take care of himself. Don't think too much of him.”
“Are you sorry you're pregnant with Arkhan's child?”
Zalfa gasped at the question.
“Because you feel pregnant in a situation like this,” Maria continued.
“I'm happy to have the gift of a child. And this is our descendant. Nothing is regrettable. I love Arkhan, Mama,” explained Zalfa firmly.
Maria was finally relieved. “I'm just afraid you feel annoyed by this situation.”
“I'll keep waiting for Arkhan, even twenty more years.”
“Thank you, Zalfa. Your heart is truly noble. May God repay your kindness and loyalty.”
“Don't just because I didn't eat, Mama assumed I was meeting with this household. My condition is only because I am pregnant young, I feel less healthy so my appetite is also lost. At the cafe, I drank juice. If hungry, I will make my own food,” said Zalfa softly.
“Good. Do not let you feel hungry and you leave your stomach empty.” Maria then breezed away after getting Zalfa's testimony.
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