A Match for Ustad Yunus
1. Know yourself is important

"This is the drink, sir," said a waiter who had just come over, then served an iced orange from Ustad Yunus' order on the table.

"Thank you, Ma'am." Ustad Yunus smiled.

"Sama-sama," replied the waiter, then passed away from there.

Ustad Yunus is located in a restaurant called Nissa Restaurant. He had no intention of meeting with Cakra's father, who was the father of his Naya—.

The place and the clock, Father Cakra was the one who determined it. But because of feeling bad, Ustad Yunus decided to come earlier than half the meeting.

'Yes Allah .. May everything be smooth. I want to marry Naya immediately, also by getting the blessing of her parents, ' Inner Ustad Jonah.

The Ta'aruf that was done between Ustad Jonah and Naya had already been running for a month. But even so, in addition to Ustad Yunus—Naya also felt the two were suitable.

So no wonder, although the age difference between the two is 16 years—but Naya agreed to marry him.

With the initial plan, Ustad Yunus will come to propose to Naya in about two months during the new year. But before coming, she advises Naya to ask her parents for permission first.

The 21-year-old girl said that her parents would disagree. But the mother herself suggested for Naya to ask her candidate, will she wait until graduation or not.

And now, the invitation to meet with his father Naya because Ustad Yunus wants to know more clearly about the reason for disagreeing. And it's possible that Cakra's father changed his mind after talking to him. So for now, Ustad Jonah will fight first.

"Eekkhem!"

Suddenly, a deheman from someone who had just come suddenly disperse the contents of the mind of Ustad Jonah who had ventured to think about his relationship. Immediately he stood up, then smilingly looked at the man in black suit in front of him.

"You're Jonah?" ask the man without saying anything.

"Yes." Yeah." Ustad Yunus nodded quickly with a smile on his lips, then extended his hand. "Om this is Naya's father? About Cakra?"

"Yes. But don't call me Om." Cakra's father directly pulled the chair in front of Ustad Jonah, then sat down without replying to the hand. Ustad Jonah decided to sit back in his chair.

"Sorry, who should I call?"

"Mr."

"All right." Ustad Yunus nodded. "Emmm ... You want to order a drink first what?" when the waiter came to them.

"No," rejected Cakra's father as he shook his hand at the servant. "I'm busy today, too, so we're going straight to your intention to meet me. What do you really need?"

Ustad Jonah exhaled first, trying to neutralize the sudden heartbeat. Then he said, "Look, sir. My father and son Naya have been doing ta'aruf for a month. My intention was to start because I wanted to be serious, looking for a companion to life."

"It was .. My family and I were planning on coming to propose to Naya after the new year. But I advise Naya to ask permission first to her parents, including the Father who is her father. But ... I heard from Naya, Father and Mother Naya did not agree."

"Then?" Next to Father Cakra's eyebrows raised. The response looks ordinary and answers briefly. Ustad Yunus has explained enough.

"Binding?" Father Cakra's forehead flinched.

"Yes. I mean, I want us to get engaged. So that we have ties other than ta'aruf. But Mr and his mother Naya calm down .. As long as I wait for Naya to graduate as a scholar, I will not continue to interfere with her time. I'll let Naya stay focused on her studies" he explained at length.

Cakra's father then looked at Ustad Jonah, who was more precise in his appearance. The man was wearing a cream-colored plain short-sleeved shirt, also with black long jeans. There was nothing wrong with his appearance, simple yet charming as his face was also handsome. But he was curious about something else.

"May I know what your job is, and what your salary is?"

"I'm a marbot, sir. It is a mosque in Jakarta. But if about the salary .. it—"

"Mosque only marbot?!" Cakra's father stared in disbelief. His face was immediately tense, for what reason. It could be possible because of shock at the work of Ustad Jonah.

"In addition to the marbot, I also have a business selling used motorcycles, sir," he added later.

"Hhhhhaa ...." Cakra's father exhaled, then shook his head. And he did not long cackle.

"Why, Sir? Is there anything funny?" asked Ustad Yunus confused.

"You only work as a mosque's marbot, with the side of buying and selling used motorcycles. The most money per month you get is not how much, right?"

"Whatever I'm grateful for, sir. And I will also try to make Naya happy after we get married."

"Listen to your work I'm not sure .. whether that money can make Naya happy or not. It even seems .. to eat less." Cakra's father smiled obliquely. It was clear, if the man seemed to be very uninterested in Ustad Jonah. He also underestimated his work.

"Better, you just end your ta'arufan with Naya. Because even though Naya has graduated from college .. I will not give her blessing," he added and stood up.

Ustad Jonah stood up and held the man's hand as he was about to step. "So you still don't approve of my relationship with Naya? Even though I'm waiting for him?"

"Is it still unclear?!" Cakra's father had already raised his tone, then brushed off Ustad Jonah's hand from his hand. "You are important, Jonah. And it should be .. if you want to invite ta'arufan with a woman, at least you should know his family background first. Naya is the son of a businessman, not the son of a rickshawman. So ... You don't match my son at all! You are poor! Remember that!" he firmly pointed while pointing with glaring eyes.

Nyea!

Ustad Yunus' chest was immediately in pain, hearing the humiliation that was thrown so easily by the man who was now his former future father-in-law. But he did not refuse, because what he said was true.

"I'm sorry, sir." Only that sentence can be said, because confused must also be how now.

"Heiii ... what the fuck, you! Dare to point at the handsome face of the Boy while glaring!"

The sound of baritones and the rapid pace came over. Then suddenly, Father Cakra's body was pushed by him.

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