Between Love and Love
The decision remains with you, for your own life is determined.

He tried again and again, but it didn't work. After nearly thirty minutes, Awan finally put his phone on the nightstand. And he lay on the bed. Soon his breathing began to be regular he too fell asleep because of drowsiness.

The wedding day arrived. The living room that is magic in such a way will look beautiful during the party. The company of the groom has also started to arrive. Because soon the kobul ijab will be carried out.

"Arman, don't run there! Here aunty candy." Pinta Aini, with napa going up and down. He was a little confused this morning with the behavior of his nephew who was just three years old.

Instead of getting closer to Aini, his nephew increasingly ran closer to the crowd of people.

" Astagfirullah, tired also ngasuh three-year-old boy," complained Aini while occasionally wiping sweat.

Arman sat in front of a man wearing white and black pants. He looked at the man without a blink.

Aini is still confused about going there to pick up Arman or he calls her brother. But, wasn't her brother busy. With a confused feeling, Aini finally approached the besan group.

"Cute little sister, where's your mama son?This bakpao is full of it. Taste of ijo beans or chocolate." Hafis with gauntlet pinched Arman's puffed cheek.

"That, mama," pointed Arman towards Aini who was beginning to approach her towards Hafis and Arman.

Hafis turned towards Aini. His sight could not be separated from the woman. Her beautiful and well-mannered face was the first impression Hafis saw. Then she realized that Arman said he was her mom.

"Astagfirullah, the wife of the man I looked at," said Hafis then turned his eyes.

"Arman, let's go in already called mama tuh. Aunty's a sling?" Aini said by extending her two hands to prepare for profit holding Arman.

"Well, this isn't your kid?" ask Hafis spontaneously.

Aini smiled and replied. "No, mas. This is Arman's son from my first brother. Coincidentally her mother was in makeup earlier and her papa was also busy welcoming the besan group earlier. So, his son is the same as me."

"Hem. was asked Om pointing there in thought his mama actually lo. Thank God if not so, Om still have a chance dong. Bismillah may be a match." Said Hafis quietly so as not to hear Aini.

When he saw Aini for the first time he was amazed by her beauty of course and from the way Aini's clothes reflect a woman sholehah. Hafis hoped that he could match with this woman he had just met.

"For a long time, I was tired" Arman ran towards a woman who was behind Aini. She is Arman's mother.

Arman leaves Hafis and Aini who are still in place. He no longer cares about the two people who are being dizzy by him.

"It's true it's her mom. Maybe Desi was way behind me." Aini explained.

"Yes, too, mbak, I did not pay attention. Meet me, Hafis. Whose name is mbak?" ask Hafis and introduce yourself.

"Name, I'm A-" Aini's speech was stifled when someone called.

"Put here for a minute!" pinta is a middle-aged woman who is none other than Aini's aunt.

"Sorry mas, I went inside first, assalamualaikum," Aini folded her hands on her chest as a sign of farewell to Hafis. Then he walked following his aunt.

"Waalaikumsalam, my future aunt." Answer Hafis.

"Tell me to propose to him." Hafis.

"Would you propose to who are you? Does anyone want to?" asked the Clouds who were approaching the seat of the Hafis.

The clouds were astonished to see his younger brother smiling to himself from earlier.

"There are beautiful women and sholeh. He seems to be her brother, Nur Deh. I really want to marry him because of God." Answer Hafis.

"Related you?" tanya Awan made sure again about his sister's statement.

"Sure sister." Hafis answered without hesitation.

It turned out that Aini was also interested in Hafis. The man looked polite and handsome too. Without realizing it after meeting Hafis he smiled to himself.

"Why do you, my own smile?" ask Aunt Aini.

"Neverything aunty."

"Just fall in love at first sight." Guess Aunt Aini.

"Auntie just guess. It's nothing. That Arman used to make me laugh. There were people asking where her mom was, I was appointed." Aini purposely told about her nephew.

"Oh, auntie thinks you're in love."

When the kobul ijab event is finished now the time to enjoy the dishes served while talking to relatives. Because indeed the event of the kobul ijab is carried out at home which is only attended by two families. The reception will be held tomorrow at one of the hotels in Salatiga.

Aini approached Abah and his Umi. He wondered if there was anything important that his parents would say.

"What's the matter with Aini?" Aini asked shortly after the occupation of her body beside the umi.

"Change tell the man who will mate with you. He was in one of Abah's entourage. He's a cousin of Mas Hasan."

"Where's abah? There are a lot of men there. Confused I saw it. Where all is also handsome." Shirt Aini while joking.

"So, you're still looking. Well, that's him wearing a white shirt sitting in the back row," pointed Abah towards the Clouds who were eating raw rice.

Aini still silently closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. He was afraid to look at the man he was paired with. If only he had the strength to tell you that he had seen a handsome man and also sholeh. Will his brother will stop his intention to match himself with his best friend's son. Although the decision remained in Aini's hands but he could not refuse the request of his parents. Because he thinks the choice of parents must be good for him. Yes, although not all options are good.

Aini slowly opened her eyes and looked at the man. Spontaneously he closed his mouth. Is he dreaming why it could happen like this. His heart was beating fast in his heart he did not stop to be privileged.

"What do you think, son? Abah insists once again the decision is in your hands." Ask Abah who patted the shoulder of her youngest child. My eyes no longer looked at the clouds. He turned around and looked towards Aini.

"Oh my God, will he really be my destiny?" said Aini softly, without realizing her tears dripped without excuse.