Aqidah Love
Tomorrow, Ma

Akbar smiled widely. 'Daddy is the best if you take advantage of the moment. The idea may also, this means the title impromptu proposal, ' muttered the eldest son of Papa Alvian.

"How, Ma. Is the application accepted?" daddy Rehan's.

Fatiya instantly coughed, the girl choking on her own saliva.

The handsome young man who was standing behind Fatiya, swiftly patted gently on the back of the daughter of Bu Saidah. "But I'll get you a drink" Akbar said later.

The eldest son of Papa Alvian then walked to the nightstand to get water for Fatiya. "Now, drink first, Fa. Slowly, yes," Akbar's pinta while offering a glass of water.

All eyes were on the two young people, not least Bu Saidah. The woman commented a smile on her lips, seeing Akbar's great concern for her daughter.

'The young man seemed to be really sincere, he was also kind and polite. Nak Akbar's family is also very good, they have a high sense of kinship, ' the monologue Bu Saidah who continues to pay attention to Akbar.

"Sorry, Mr. Rehan. For that matter, let my daughter answer because Fafa will live it," replied Bu Saidah later, after Fatiya looked calm.

Fatiya lowered his head. To be honest, the girl felt she was not ready for a new relationship with the men. There was still a slight sense of trauma in Fatiya's heart.

Remembering, Daniel used to be considerate and loved Fatiya very much. For four years in a relationship with her, her former fiance has always maintained loyalty.

Until Fatiya was in disbelief, when he found out that Daniel could betray Fatiya and relate to his own friend.

"How, Fa? They're waiting for your answer, son?" tanya Bu Saidah, unravel the Fatiya reverie.

The beautiful girl looked up, looked at Mama Susan who was smiling warmly at him, looked at Papa Alvian who was also smiling kindly and then looked at Akbar who was looking at him with a meaningful gaze.

Fatiya then looked at the mother. "If according to Mother, how?" ask Fatiya. "Fafa just follow what Mom said," he continued.

"Why ask Mom?" the skinny woman looked at her daughter. "Jawab only according to your heart, son," continued Bu Saidah wisely.

"Sorry, can we talk to each other for a second?" pinta Fatiya, while looking at Daddy Rehan and Papa Alvian alternately.

"Oh, of course you can, Fa. Long can too," replied Daddy Rehan who was immediately grabbed by his arm by Papa Alvian, while staring at the protest at the husband of his nephew.

"It doesn't matter, does it, Bang? It's in the hospital, a lot more people. They won't do anything," the handsome daddy.

"real Opa. If they wanted to do anything, it would have been from last night when they were both trapped in the well. Just the two, it was dark and it was raining again" Malik said, smiling meaningfully at Akbar.

Yes, the handsome young man of Daddy Rehan's second son can guess, there must have been something between Akbar and Fatiya last night before they came. Whether it was intentional or not, but Malik's feeling said so.

Akbar just smiled faintly. "I'm sorry, we came out first, yes," said the handsome young man as he pushed his wheelchair Fatiya out of the room, to avoid Malik's probing gaze towards him.

Papa Alvian's eldest son took Fatiya to the garden between the pavilion and the hospital building. Akbar then sat on one of the benches under a shady tree and faced off against the girl who had managed to melt his frozen heart all along.

Akbar stared in the Netra Fatiya. "I love you, Fa. I don't know how much I'm saying this, but I'll never get tired of always saying love to you."

Fatiya froze. His gaze was fixed on Akbar's netra hazel. The girl opened her mouth slowly, like she was about to say something, but a second later closed it back down.

"Just tell me what you want to say, Fa. I'm ready, whatever your answer is" Akbar said, still staring at the girl in the wheelchair.

"To be honest, Fafa also felt comfortable being near Mas Akbar. But ...." The beautiful girl momentarily paused her speech, she closed her eyes for a moment while sighing deeply.

"Fafa is afraid, Mas," he continued softly.

Reflek, Akbar clasped Fatiya's hand. "Fearful? Afraid why, Fa? Are you afraid that I will also hurt you, just like he hurt you, Fa?" guess Akbar, while looking at Fatiya attentively.

Fatiya nodded slowly.

Akbar took a long breath. "Everyone has different nature and character, Fa. You can't equate me with anyone else, and vice versa." The young man clenched his hand.

"I used to be afraid to start because I thought that there was no perfect girl like my late wife. All this time, the girls were approaching me because I was young master Antonio, not because I was an Akbar."

"However, after meeting you, slowly my thinking changed, Fa. I found a different figure, one I had never met before. A simple figure, as it is, kind and well mannered. The figure that had suddenly entered my heart, I could not prevent." Akbar then kissed the back of Fatiya's hand feelingly.

"I Love You, Fa. Although you will give the answer that you do not love me, but I will still love you" said Akbar.

The beautiful girl, stunned. A moment later, Fatiya opened his voice. "Mas, give Fafa a night to solidify Fafa's heart, will you?" fatiya Pinta. "Fafa wants to ask God for guidance, so as not to be wrong in giving an answer" he added.

Drizzling suddenly down, Akbar hurriedly pushed his Fatiya wheelchair back into the pavilion.

"How about, Son Fafa?" mama Susan asked impatiently, as soon as she saw the two young men had returned.

"Tomorrow, Ma," Akbar replied representing Fatiya, but Akbar's answer, ambiguous. He did not explain in detail, said tomorrow. So Mama Susan and the others concluded another.

"Tomorrow?" ask Papa Alvian. "Alright then, let us prepare everything from now on" he continued.

"Yes, Opa. Faster, better," Malik said, agreeing.

"Yes, tomorrow at Bang Malik's house" said Daddy Rehan.

"Keep, how's the preparation, dong? If it's gini's impromptu, Mama's confused, Pa?" ask Mama Susan who seems confused herself.

"Why should you be confused, Ma? 'And there was his mother-in-law Malik who could take Mama shopping, '" replied Papa Alvian.

"Hem, really. Take Billa, Ma'am," said Daddy Rehan.

"Tasya, too, Oma." Malik chimed in.

The pendi and his papa, who had moved their seats near the patient's bed, were only loyal listeners.

Fatiya frowned, not understanding what the Akbar family meant. So does Bu Saidah, who also does not understand.

While the eldest son of Papa Alvian, can only smile himself while rubbing his neck that does not itch.

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