Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 36

Heri looked at Aditya sharply.

“Pak Aditya, please explain! Who is that woman?!” ask her sir.

Dika who stepped closer to his sister, pulled her arm slowly to get away from her seat.

“Say Mas. Who am I?!”

The woman goes down her child, then innocently the boy meets Aditya.

“Dad ...” call the boy directly hugging Aditya.

Aditya was still silently glued to look at the boy, implied guilt in his mind.

“Look, I didn't spread a hoax, didn't!” the woman pointed towards Aditya.

“Pak Aditya, once again I asked. Who are they, is she your wife?”

“I'm sorry Mr. Heri,”.

Everyone stared at Aditya, lucky that the guest who came had not been too much.

“I don't mean to lie to Mr. Heri. Really,” Aditya said down feeling guilty.

“Bad you!” snapped sir Heri.

“But, didn't Mr Heri himself offer your daughter to me, in order to save Mr Heri's business that was almost bankrupt?!” aditya is not losing.

“Our deal is, sir Heri asked me to marry his daughter!”

Dika was very angry to hear this, his sister was made a material exchange for business.

Mr. Heri was silent, Dika just silently listened to the debate between his father and Aditya. He now knows who forced Icha to marry.

While her husband was busy arguing with Mr. Heri, the woman approached Icha who was sitting on a chair with her head lowered.

“Hei .. look at me,” the woman told Icha.

Icha raised her head, looking at the woman.

“You are so beautiful. Why look for a married man?! Do you not pity to see my young son!” sniffed the woman.

“Jaga talk to you Mistress. My sister doesn't know if Aditya's married. Blame your husband for lying!” dika said still saying politely.

“Logger. There was no way he didn't know which man was married or not! Indeed basically women like her do like to tease men who are married, hijab is just a mere mask!”

“Mrs! I've spoken very politely with you. Please don't talk that no-no about my sister!” Dika still held back his emotions.

“Then teach your sister this!”

“Cih ... cheap base!” snapping the woman without regard to Dika's words, the woman raised her hand to slap Icha's smooth cheek.

However, someone immediately held his hand.

“Dragon your attitude, Mistress.”

Fahry, who had just arrived, held the woman's hand, before landing on Icha's cheek.

Icha just kept quiet and resignedly accepted the humiliation towards her today.

“Release!” his yell.

“You are not a child that I have to tell you repeatedly, are you not. You must know the way out,” said Fahry release the grip of his hand.

“I swear now, that a cheap woman like you will never marry in your lifetime! You won't get any men! No man would marry a cheap woman like you!” he snapped while recording with his phone screen.

“Who said? I'm ready to marry her,” Fahry said speaking loudly.

Aditya stepped closer to his wife, forcibly pulling her hand out of the place.

“I swear I will repay you Sir Heri, for making me ashamed!” aditya growled inwardly while stepping out.

Everyone stared at Aditya and his wife's departure, while Mr. Heri also came out of the place unable to hold back his shame.

Fahry approached Dika, standing before him.

“Izin will me to marry your sister,” Fahry said asking for permission.

Without waiting any longer, Dika nodded.

Previously, Dika had asked Fahry to marry his sister. To save his brother from his father. However, Fahry refuses as it is inappropriate to be Icha's husband.

Flashback.

After returning from the office, Dika stopped by the convenience store to buy a drink.

Feeling that his throat was very dry, he parked his car right in front of the store.

However, he accidentally catches Aditya sitting down to eat at a restaurant. Because the restaurant is made of glass walls, it is clearly visible from outside anyone who is inside.

“Aditya ..” muttered.

He saw Aditya who was so enjoying his meal, with the beautiful woman in front of him and also beside him was a little boy who was about three years old.

“Who is the woman next to him?” ask Dika in your heart.

He was still watching them, clearly Aditya was feeding the woman.

The deg!

Dika's feelings began to rile, he was sure that the woman was a special person in Aditya's life.

He looked for a seat close to Aditya's desk.

“Honey, when did you take us out of town? Soon is our wedding anniversary.”

“Yes, wait for the beginning of the month. We will go on vacation abroad, I will arrange my work schedule,” Aditya said.

“Oh ... so they're husband and wife!” dika said inwardly clenching her hands firmly.

He heard clearly their conversation.

After hearing their conversation, he came out of the restaurant, Dika already knew it and very clearly he heard if it turns out Aditya was married.

Dika sighed heavily, when he was already in the car.

“Bad you Aditya, how dare you play my sister!” upset Dika.

While still upset, Dika felt the shakes of her phone from inside her pants pocket.

“Fahry,” murmured.

“Assalamaicum ... Fahry's. What's up?” ask Dika.

“Waalaikumsalam ... Dika, I'm sorry tomorrow I can't seem to attend your wedding. Because I have to take Ifan to the village, because his mother is very sick.”

Dika did not hear Fahry speak, he was just busy with his thoughts.

“Fahry, we meet now.”

Closing calls without permission.

He drove his car towards Fahry's house, lucky not far from the place.

It didn't take long, Dika arrived in front of Fahry's house.

“Assalamualaikum Dika .. what is it?” fahry asked to look at Dika's face which was like holding back her anger.

“Fahry, do you want to help me?”

“Ask what please? Hopefully I can help you,” said Fahry.

“Marry with my sister,” Fahry said without further ado.

Fahry huffed, he did not answer.

“Dika, what's wrong? There's no way I'm marrying your sister, while Icha is getting married tomorrow.”

“Fahry, help me! For this time only,” he said cupped his hands together.

Dika told me Icha must have been forced by her father to marry a man who had married for the sake of his business, while he could not do anything else.

Fahry sighed.

“It's impossible Dika. I can't marry Icha, if I'm not equal to you guys,” Fahry said.

“Fahry, help me. I want to save my sister,” said Dika.

“Sorry, Dika. I can't!” fahry's.

When resigned to hear Fahry's rejection, he returned to his car running with a shunt. He failed to save his sister from the marriage.

Fahry saw Dika's departure.

“Fahry. Sorry I accidentally heard your conversation.”

Fahry breathed a heavy sigh.

“I know, if you also like Icha. Do not think about our degrees, in fact everyone is the same in the eyes of God.”

“But, how? There's no way I'm coming straight to marry Icha, surely her parents are angry including Heri!” Fahry.

“Before asking you to marry his sister, surely Dika has thought of everything,” said Ifan.

“But ... Astarghfirullah.” Fahry sat down repeatedly sighing heavily.

“Fahry, Dika has helped us a lot. It's time for you to return the favor, I saw it very chaotic today, clearly visible from the look on his face.”

“Do you want to see Icha get hurt by people? Seen from your eyes, if you love Icha.”

Fahry shook his head.

“Saranku, take ablution and prayer. Asking for guidance from God,” proposes Ifan.

Fahry nodded.

“Thank you,” said Fahry.

Ifan nodded patting Fahry's shoulder slowly.

Fahry said what his best friend Ifan said. In one third of the night he awoke and complained to God, asking for guidance on which steps he should take.

Until the dawn of the adhan reverberated, Fahry was still sitting on the prayer mat. He read the Qur’an several pages, to calm his heart.

After the dawn prayer, Fahry picked up his phone and sent a message to Dika.

“Bismillah .. hopefully this is the best way,” He said in his heart and then press send.

Off Flashback.