After Marriage
Child Jeng Asih
Maybe the papa disagreed because if Anha was a widow with a child then it would be a hassle.
In fact, even if Anha had a child, Hasan was still willing to marry her and love Anha's child wholeheartedly and treated her like her own child even though it was not her flesh and blood.
Yes, even if there are, in fact, anyway, the man out there who would accept his mother but would not accept his son or the male family would not accept her because of a widow, but Hasan was not that kind of person.
A moment in their midst. Looks like his father is thinking maturely about this.
When his father looked back at Anha who was still sitting languidly on the sofa in the family room. His father judged for a moment. When you see the woman is not bad, graceful, beautiful.
Yes, even though Papa Hasan still feels less.
“OK is up to you. Papa will give your blessing to you . But that does not mean papa already likes him,” said Papa while ending with deheman.
Hasan smiles happily. Finally the hard papa can be destroyed as well.
When they were done, they both came out of the room and sat back down.
“No papa, really. I'm done,” Hasan said to Anha trying to keep Anha calm. When Hasan touched Anha's fingers. It feels a little cold.
Papa Hasan looked at the two before him. One is singling seyum happy because it has got blessing. While the woman is still tense because she does not know the decision of her future father-in-law.
“I ngerestuin you marry my son.”
Anha nodded at hearing this.
Did ya?
“But that doesn't mean I'm one hundred percent you two. If you are married. You have to run the household and solve your own problems. Parents just give their blessing, doang.”
Alright. Anha is not a stupid fool very, that means Hasan's family has given blessing to both of them. But Anha could not take their heart.
But it's okay. Anha will try harder tomorrow.
After everything is done. Anha and Hasan say goodbye to go home. When Anha took turns to greet Hasan's parents, her Papa and Mama's response began to warm up.
“Tomorrow to play here again, yes,” said Mama Hasan while rubbing Anha's back while shaking hands.
“Iya, Aunt.”
Hasan drove Anha home. They got home at half-nine in the night. Hasan chatted for a moment with his future mother-in-law and said that they had received the blessing of Hasan's parents.
“Aalhamdulillah's. Aunty follow up seneng.”
“Hasan says back, yes, Aunt. Not good to visit kemaleman.”
“Loh, seriously want to go home?”
Anha held an amused laugh. The mother-in-law seemed unwilling to see her future daughter-in-law return home.
“Sock promise, yes, play here again.”
Hasan nodded. Then say goodbye to going home.
After Hasan came home. Mama locked the door and Anha walked into her room.
I don't know why today Anha feels tired not playing. Though earlier she just walk to the mall and visit the house of Mama-in-law but why also Anha can be this tired, yes.
Just put your back on the bed. There's not five minutes. But suddenly his mother had banged on the door of his room which Anha did not lock at all.
“What's up, Ma?” ask Anha astonished.
“You're packing. Let's hunt themenin Mama to the hospital.”
Anha scrunched her forehead.
“Who, Ma, is sick? Aunt Ririn? Or Diego?”
Her mother was in a hurry to answer Anha's question when her mother came out of Anha's room, whether she was preparing a bag and others maybe.
“Sick Asih bell. He said his leg was coming back. He arrived at Mama's phone because there was no family. Poor thing. Cepet Anha hunt!” yelled his mother from outside.
Oh, Jeng Asih, yes. Anha remembers remembering to remember for a while while tying her hair with a ponytail model.
If not wrong Jeng Asih was his best friend Mama at that old dinner.
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