Adventure Love Honey And Abhizar
Marrying

"It's 11 pm, same mother Ririn why hasn't she come home yet?" I also broke down after finishing cleaning up the mess at home.

I just found out that kiyai Asrori was a friend of the father in the pesantren. I used to say that once in Darussalam pesantren the father had mondok, where he was in cirebon, and it turns out that this kiyai sir is the 2nd child of 9 sodara from the children of the owner of this darussalam pesantren. No wonder if earlier mr. kiyai and also the father were not awkward to talk.

"My body feels sticky, it's almost midnight my body is too dry. Maybe because I just finished my own house so dry body. Shower ah..." I went to the bathroom to clean myself up.

I heard the sound of the door opening, a faint sound of the voice of the father chatting in a slow tone. I also rushed to my sister's room to wear the nightgown I had prepared.

"Sorvenly, it's not bathing from the outside" I muttered as I saw my sister Ririn was engrossed in her dream world.

"Eh, I forgot to bring my inner. Where could I use Ririn's, uh jijay." I craved when I imagined wearing Ririn's daleman. After all, her BH will not be enough because my size is bigger than her who is only a 6th grade Elementary child.

"Sir, sir kiyai's son is home?" I saw him laying his tired body in the front seat.

"It seems not yet," he closed his eyes to rest for a while.

"I feel safe when taking the interior. I went to my room to take the interior, I opened the door and I looked for contacts connected to the lights to turn on the lights. I fumbled from side to side and...

" Cetrek"

Suddenly I wanted to shout when in front of me someone who was bare-chested.

"A...p!" my mouth was instantly covered by his hands.

"Kiyai sir's son, when is he in the room?" my peek.

He also realized that he was holding and smothering me directly he released.

"Astaghfirullah, I'm sorry for my reflexes" he said, then hurriedly put his clothes back on.

I fell silent, not knowing what words deserved to come out of my lips. My towel dropped so that it appeared two mountains stuck plump behind my thin nightgown, he accidentally saw the fall of my towel immediately turned his face and body behind me. I hurriedly took my towel, and I covered my body.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm here because there's something I want to take." I jolted to him.

"The insolent man once dared to turn his body in front of me!" my anger at that time peaked, either because of embarrassment or because it was angry because of the attitude of the son of kiyai sir. I also intend to go until my feet accidentally nudged his legs when I was about to fall, the man intended to hold me by pulling my hand, unfortunately he even pulled my clothes until the buttons of my clothes opened wide open my chest popping. We fell right on top of the bed with her position on top of me, I squashed her body.

"Shelf!"

"What's this a rame-rame?" Suddenly I was shocked when I saw my condition whose clothes were open crushed by Pak kiyai's son on the mattress anyway.

The man woke up to my back not wanting to see my chastity. I also immediately cleaned my clothes to close it back, at that time Pak kiyai also looked into the room.

"Astaghfirullah hal'adhim.plak!" hard slaps landed on both of the man's cheeks.

"Sir, I'm sorry Abhi explained first," he tried to explain.

"That's enough Bhi, I'm disappointed in you!" snapped it. Pak kiyai's face was red as a boiled shrimp, his eyes were red, it was obvious he was angry at his son.

"Plac!" one slap hit my left cheek and made my ears buzz. Father slapped me, I was very surprised because all this time the father never scolded me and this time I immediately got a slap of hatred from the father.

I saw the disappointed look on his face, he said nothing. I also can not explain because for free, my position with the man who mentioned the name Abhi was very vulnerable. Everyone who sees will think the same as my parents and Abhi.

I saw my mother and sister Ririn crying on the chair. While the father, Mr. kiyai and also his son are softening something. The man just fell silent down, not daring to look in the direction of Pak kiyai or my father.

"Bring in," my mother came up to me and led me into the room, and Ririn took me.

"Mom, believe me this is not what you and I think it is. I just want to take the interior because I forgot to take, did not know that inside there is a son Pak kiyai until Honey realized, Honey tried to leave but stumbled to fall on the mattress. Trust Honey ma'am, "I'm trying to explain the chronology of events that I know would be useless.

"Tripping and falling bare-chested, on the mattress again with a position on the overlap of Pak kiyai's children?" she continued with her disappointed face.

"Mom, I'm a mother's son. I have to believe in Han, "I tried to hold my mother's hand which was held over her thigh. I avoided my hand.

I can't say anything, I know as disappointed as what mom and dad are right now. I cried so hard to hold back the tears from falling, my sister Ririn just noticed. He was a child, but he understood. He tried to calm the mother who was as hot as crying.

"Mom, I'm sorry.huhuhu. " I cried no longer able to speak.

Before long you called me out, I saw there was a pack RT and also 2 men who I know one of them is amil. I also sat down with resignation next to Pak kiyai's son. As if I was being hardened through the inner eyes, their disappointed gazes were disgusting to me.

"What now, is it ready?" the old man I heard was Amil.

"Sir, Abhi please this is all a misunderstanding," again the man tried to explain and of course rejected his father.

"Sir.." I said hard, unable to speak. Why did this happen to me, it hurt so much to see my parents disappointed. I just bowed myself with tears. Worthless tears will never make my loved ones believe.

"Well, her Qabuli jihab will be carried out sexrang. Is Abhi ready?" ask amil. The man could not resist and accepted the paper my father gave him. Turns out it was my full name along with my Binti. I cried as I pulled my father's hand.

"Sir, Honey doesn't want to get married. Honey still wants to do a lot for the father of the same mother, Honey still wants to be happy father of the same mother." I rested at my father's feet while crying, it hurt so much that at the age of 19 I had to give up my free time.

"If you love your father and mother, follow this process. I'll forgive you, I don't want my son to give birth to a child without his father!" it was clear that my words were coming out for me.

"Give me time to think sir, sir kiyai please believe me. Me and the son of Mr. Kiyai did nothing," I tried to explain to the father of the man but the result was nil.

I was also woken up by my mother to sit in the chair next to Pak kiyai's son. Once in the taste of amil is ready, my head and son Pak kiyai covered pashmina and...

"I accept the marriage Honey fitria bint Pamungkas with a dowry in the form of a ring in cash paid..."

Allahu akbar Allahu akbar....

"Deg..."

the ijab was completed at the same time at dawn.

Seriate....