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Indra looked at the two people sitting opposite him. Fadhil seems relaxed, while Maya is fidgety.
"What's your name?" ask Mr. Indra to the man sitting next to his daughter.
"My name is Fadhil, sir." Fadhil replied straightforwardly and decisively, knowing he was a policeman.
"What's your job?" The old man asked again.
Maya felt uncomfortable in her seat. He was ashamed that his father had interrogated Fadhil as if he were a defendant.
"I was the policeman who drove Maya to the hospital" Fadhil replied.
Mr. Indra nodded his head. "So you've been in contact since Maya was in a holding cell?"
"No. We met again at a party." Fadhil's mental strength is strong, he still calmly answered all the things his father asked Maya.
"Oh, what makes you like Maya. Don't you know she's not a good woman and has also been in prison for her crimes?"
Maya bowed her head in hearing Mr. Indra's words. His heart was wounded because the father was like indulging his bad side that he had long left behind. Such is life, once committed a crime, then people will be difficult to believe if we have changed.
"Everybody has a past, and so do I. It's true, Maya's past can't be said to be good, but if she's been trying to be a better person than before, why not? The past is a missed moment and does not need to be remembered. We can look briefly into the past, just to make it a lesson so as not to misstep in the present and the future," explained Fadhil wisely.
Mr. Indra smiled hearing the long speech of the young man before him. In his heart, he felt relieved if the princess had a companion like Fadhil. Although often said ketus, actually Mr. Indra still really loves his daughter. Which parent would have the heart to see the child who used to be on my lap and spoiled to suffer as it is now. All his attitude all this time just to make Maya deterred and aware, that as a parent he had been too disappointed by his daughter.
"One more thing, what's your status?" Mr. Indra forgot to ask this important question. She doesn't want Maya to have a relationship with someone else's husband.
"Two children one," replied Fadhil without hesitation. If he proposed to a girl who is still a virgin, of course Fadhil would be embarrassed by her status as a widower, but because Maya also already has children just like him, then he would not hesitate.
"Oh good, if you're single, then you'll feel sorry for yourself."
"Am I so bad in your eyes, Dad?" maya nelangsa.
"So when are you going to take your parents to propose officially?"
Deg
Maya looks up, she never thought she would actually marry Fadhil.
"Dad-dad"
"Shut up!" Mr. Indra raised his palm. He did not want to hear any objections from Maya.
Maya glanced at her mother who was sitting next to her father. Ms. Desi just shook her head as a sign that Maya would obey everything her father said.
"When you and your family are ready, then we will come" replied Fadhil.
Mr. Indra seemed to think. "Okay, then next week. It was exactly Sunday."
"certain."
Fadhil glanced at Maya who seemed shaken after the word of agreement about the application day was spoken. "I'm sorry, May. This is all I do for Kei, "his inner self. It sounds selfish, but Fadhil has no other way to make his only daughter happy.
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Fadhil has left the Maya residence. The woman was about to discuss the matter with her parents, but Mr. Indra refused. He asks Maya to go into the room and contemplate everything.
"Son, how should I do?" his sobs.
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The door to Maya's room opened, Missi went inside and approached Maya.
"What's up, Mom?" maya asked as she got up and sat down to face her mother.
"What are you thinking? This opportunity didn't come twice, May. I see Fadhil is a good and responsible man" Ms. Desi said.
"But I don't love her, ma'am." Maya argued.
"Love can come with time. Focus on being a good wife and mother. Love does not always make us happy, what matters now is that the man must be responsible and faithful. That's more than enough."
Maya shakes her head, she doesn't want to live a household without love. "Originally, I knew she wanted to marry me just to find a babysitter for her child. He's not sincere, Mom. He just wants to use me" Maya protested.
"If he uses you, then you can use him too. You take care of his son, and he'll give you money so you can make Linga happy. Besides that Lingga can also get the affection of a father from Fadhil."
"What if he can't accept the phallus?" ask Maya. He was still trying to persuade his mother to have the proposal cancelled.
"He can do anything for his son, then he will surely love your son, who will be his son too."
"But I love other people, Mom. And that feeling can't be forced!" Maya doesn't understand anymore, what she can do to make her parents understand.
Deg
Maya shuddered as she saw Bu Desi staring intently at her. "Who? Who's the man you love?" tanyanya cynic.
"Satria? That jerk who unfortunately is the father of my granddaughter? You don't remember if she's married now and your chance to be with her is gone!" Ms. Desi asserted.
"Bu-not him, Mom." Maya shakes. Why does he think of a man like Satria who when in contact with him likes to change women. He used to be blind because he could be entangled by the deadly seduction of land crocodiles.
"Then? The radii? Is it true that the man you love is Radi?" guess Miss Desi.
"Yes, Mom."
"Hahaha, you stupid May!" tease Bu Desi while laughing.
Maya stared at her mother.
"Even if he's separated from his wife, he won't be able to be with you. Did you forget when you were pregnant with her child, she didn't want to take responsibility and instead accused you of playing with another man. That kind of guy you love? Open your eyes, May! Fadhil is definitely better than Satria and Radi. I don't want to know, tomorrow's Sunday the proposal has to go ahead, and you'll be Fadhil's wife!"
After saying that long word, Miss Desi came out from Maya's room.
"Why doesn't anyone understand me..." Maya buried her face in the pillow and cried.
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