Bestfriend ‘Til Jannah
OTW Marriage

"What the fuck?! Nope! Anyway, even to death Brother will not agree you marry him!"

Zhara rolled her eyeballs lazily, then walked past Zafran as if the man was a passing wind.

"Zhara, don't you want to talk to Brother again?" Zafran's question brought Zhara's footsteps to a halt. The girl looked over with a worried facial expression. "Zhorif was a close friend of Brother's in college. Brother knows him for a lot longer than you and Brother also knows that Zhorif can't fall in love with you so soon!"

"What's wrong, anyway?!" Zhara frowned dislikeingly. His eyes glanced at Mami, Papi, and his sister-in-law briefly. "I don't know, Brother has the same problem Mas Zhorif, I don't care, but Brother shouldn't bother with my marriage as much as the conflict between you!"

Zafran shock. Of course due to the drastic change in attitude of his little sister. Since childhood, Zhara did not dare to refute him at all, but now? You can see it for yourself.

"It's not a matter of conflict or what's its name! This is your problem, who will marry a man 10 years older than you!" Zafran snapped at the sister for the first time.

This made Zhara's heart melt. He is not used to being treated this harshly by others, including his own family. "No need to interfere in my business. Mami and Papi aren't complicated!" Zhara frowned before running into her room with the door slammed.

Zafran let out a huffed breath. He gave a meaningful look to his parents before saying, "Mi, Pi .. I don't care about anyone, it's not Zhorif."

Erna shook her head, refusing. "What Zhara said was true, Zafran," he said, "you can't relate your past problems to your sister's love affairs. It's time for you to open a new leaf, after all, Nak Zhorif isn't that bad."

Husband Erna—alias papi Zafran—bends his head in agreement. "You've won that game, son. Erratum! Zhorif was even willing to give up on you."

...***...

"Mas Zhorif..."

^^^"Wa'alaikumsalam. Why?"^^^

"Sir Zafran is angry."

^^^"I guessed it."^^^

"I'm afraid I won't marry you."

^^^"It's sunday. Do you have a schedule?"^^^

"Nothing, Mom. Why why?"

^^^"You're going to the hospital?"^^^

"I'm otw now! See you soon, Mas!"

tit!

The sadness that had previously befallen Zhara's heart suddenly lifted just like that. She immediately rose from her sleeping position, then began to sort her best clothes for her to wear to the hospital, meeting her future husband who had not met for several hours.

Zhara smiled satisfied with the knee-length plain pastel pink dress she wore. He braided beside her hair, then put a line-shaped earring on her ear piercing. Zhara did not forget to spray her favorite strawberry-scented perfume as a last step, before grabbing her sling bag and getting out of the room.

"Mommy, Papi, I'm out for a while, yes," his words peeked at his parents' cheeks briefly, ignoring Zafran's presence who could only stare at his departure in silence.

Zhara booked B*bluebird's taxi through the Grab app, which then drove her to the hospital, where Zhorif worked. Arriving at the front of the automatic open-close sensor glass door, Zhara rushed to pay the fare, before stepping back to Zhorif's room.

Cklek!

"Mas.." he squeaked as he peeked out from the door's reproach.

Zhorif who was resting on a swivel chair immediately opened his eyes. "What are you riding here for?" Zhorif checked the watch in his hand, shocked by the minute Zhara took to get to the location.

"Well, is there lunch?" Zhorif issued a new question after the previous question had been answered.

Zhara shook her head softly with a head bowed down miserably. He remembered what happened some time ago. Supposedly, the debate that occurred between Zafran and became a peaceful lunch with the family. However, unfortunately, they instead spent time fighting and undo the intention to eat together.

"Like bento?" ask Zhorif.

Zhara nodded quickly. He does not lie, he really likes foods that come from Japan. According to him, their spices are very fitting with the taste he has.

"Good..." Zhorif got up from his chair, took off the white coat he was wearing, then hung it on the back of the chair. "Next to there is a bento restaurant, we can have lunch there," he explained.

Zhara mangosteen agreed and followed Zhorif who had walked ahead of her. Zhara belied whenever the female patients looked at her future husband with admiration, though Zhara admitted that Zhorif deserved it.

Bugh!

Zhara grimaced as her eel collided with Zhorif's back which suddenly stopped walking.

"Why is the road behind?" ask the man in astonishment. The reason, Zhara before was very rare to do this kind of action, even Zhara usually did not hesitate to walk right beside her, while hugging her arms as well. Despite violating his rules, Zhorif admitted that he was getting used to Zhara's behavior.

In the end, Zhara advanced her steps, walking side by side with Zhorif until they reached their destination.

"So you told me about your family?"

Zhorif opened the conversation after they finished ordering the food they were about to eat.

Zhara nodded her head. "I was too enthusiastic to forget that Brother Zafran did not like Mas Zhorif..."

Zhorif chuckled amusedly when he saw the teenage girl sitting opposite him puffing her cheeks.

"Keep me how?"

Zhara scrunched her forehead confused, feeling not really understood by the question that Zhorif had given her.

"Do I have to beg your brother to marry you?" Zhorif makes it clear. However, for some reason, Zhara felt that Zhorif's tone was somewhat different. Is that his only feeling or is Zhorif reluctant to try to get approval from Zafran to marry him?

"Aren't you going to do that?" zhara asked doubtfully, turning back.

Zhorif was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing. However, his reaction made Zhara hurt, feeling as if Zhorif did not really have a strong desire to marry her.

"No" he answered, accompanied by a headband.

Zhara looked at Zhorif in shock. He could not hear the answer given by the man until it felt like he really wanted to cry at that very second.

Zhorif smiled faintly, reached into his phone, then thrust it into Zhara, intending to have the girl read it.

^^^Zafran:^^^

^^^If you make me sad after marriage, you die in my hands, Rif.^^^

Zhara lifted her gaze to look at Zhorif, her lips slightly opened in shock. She did not expect that her brother would agree to this matter so easily.

"Tomorrow, after school, Mama will pick you up for fitting clothes. If I have free time, I will take the time to attend" explained Zhorif, "I really intend to marry you. So, please don't think anything weird."