Brother, I Love You
222. Maybe he's not for me

Hani steps his foot into the house of the late Grandpa, who is occupied by his Uncle. Earlier in class, his uncle told him to come home, because there was something important that the family wanted to talk about.

"Assalamu aleikum !" exclaim Hani.

"Greetings hallow !" answer everyone in the room.

Hani directed his gaze to the faces of the three guests sitting on the living room sofa left by his grandfather. Hani commented on her smile seeing who the guest was. Hani knew him, they were friends of their family.

"Here baby !" the middle-aged lung woman who was sitting next to Uminya, patted the sofa beside her.

"How are you doing, aunt ?" greet Hani friendly, greet the middle-aged woman, then sit her body.

"Alhamdulillah !" reply the middle-aged woman, rubbing Hani's shoulder covered in hijab.

"Pak Ilham and Ms. Maryam are here to propose you as their daughter-in-law" Ustadz Hamzah said, explaining the intention of their relative's arrival.

Sontak Hani immediately directed his gaze towards his Uncle who was smiling at him. Then turned his gaze towards Uminya, alternating towards the middle-aged woman beside him.

"During this time Mr. Ilham and Ms. Maryam who helped fund the development of this pesantren until it could be this big" explained Ustadz Hamzah, so that Hani considered it if he would refuse it.

"Ustadz Hamzah ! don't talk like that. We have been like family since. We sincerely donate our funds to this pesantren" said Mr. Ilhan.

"It does not mean what Mr Ilham !. Hani has grown up, he should know who the people who contribute to this pesantren" replied Ustadz Hamzah.

"But don't force him if he's not ready to be our son-in-law Ustadz Hamzah. What else makes it in exchange for compensation" said Mr. Ilham.

"Sorry Mr. Inspiration ! that's not what I mean !" the Ustadz Hamzah.

"Let me ask him if he's willing or not" said Maryam's mother. Then directed his gaze to the face of Hani who was lowered beside him.

"Ma ! let Hidayah ask. You're embarrassing me !" chirpy Hidayah. The man who will kill Hani.

"Oh ! it was better" said Maryam's mother smiling, proud of her fragile son.

Ehem ! Hideyah cleared his throat to improve the quality of his vocal cords. Hidayah briefly set his sights on Hani, then subdued him again.

"Bismillbornrohmanir rohim !" Hidayah paused his sentence." Hani ! I am not here for myself, but for my religion. To carry out the sunnah of the apostle as a Muslim." Hidayah paused his sentence again, looking briefly at Hani."Hani ! will you accompany my life, looking for the way of prayer to Allah's paradise together ?" continued.

Hidayah sighed, to normalize his pounding heart. Fearing that Hani would reject him, because Hidayah also knew that Hani liked Ustadz Bilal.

"Why should I ?"

The question just came out of Hani's mouth. Didn't Hidayah know that he liked Ustadz Bilal, Hidayah's own friend when Hidayah was still in the boarding school ?.

All were silent and directed their gaze towards Hani who was still lowered.

"Surely because I like you !" answer Hidayah.

Hani was silent for a moment, then spoke." I need time to think about it" he said, then sighed.

Hani actually wants to immediately reject Hidayah's proposal. But Hani did not dare to do so, surely his uncle Ustadz Hamzah was angry with him. Saying it has no ethics and no idea of return.

"How long ?" ask Hidayah.

Hani raised his head for a while, then lowered his head again.

"Three days !" hani replied, breathing again.

"All right !" reply Hideyah.

Maryam's mother rubbed Hani's back with one hand. Hope the next three days Hani gives a pleasant answer.

"Tante hopes that you accept the proposal of the handsome Aunt" he said with a typical maternal smile.

Hani was silent and did not answer.

The old men continued their conversation. From remembering their youth, telling about children, to pesantren and business.

Hani from earlier was just silent.

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Day Night.

Ustadz Hamzah knocked on the door of Hani's room, which was in their house. Since Hidayah and his parents came home, Hani locked himself in his room. Who usually Hani will pray together to the mosque, now Hani perform prayers in his room.

"Hani ! this is uncle ! not the door, baby !" call Ustdaz Hamzah.

Ustadz Hamzah was the older brother of Abinya Hani. He is married to Uminya Fatimah. His Uncle's wife is also dead. It can be said, Ustadz Hamzah is Uncle and stepfather Hani.

"Not in Uncle's key !" sahut Hani, his voice sounded like fiber was out crying.

Ustadz Hamzah opened the door to Hani's room, and went straight in.

Hani, who had been lying on his stomach on a mattress, sat his body, and wiped his tears.

Ustadz Hamzah sat his body on the edge of the mattress, facing Hani. Ustadz Hamzah rubbed Hani's head fondly.

"Uncle will not force you, but think of it !" said Ustadz Hamzah." They are very kind to us, already consider us our own family. And Uncle reckon, Hidayah is a good man" he said again.

Hani just kept quiet and sobbed.

"Didn't Ustadz Bilal not accept your love ?" Ustadz Hamzah smiled. Given the persistence of Hani pursuing the love of Ustadz Bilal. Ustadz Bilal never took Hani's behavior seriously.

"That's Uncle!, whereas Hani was very sure, that Ustdaz Bilal also liked Hani" replied Hani.

Ustadz Hamzah rubbed Hani's head back." Wanna ? accept the proposal to Hidayah ?" ask ustadz Hamzah again in a persuading voice.

Hani silently thought and sharpened his gaze to the uncle's face.

"Assalamu aleikum !"

Hani's heart immediately pounded hearing the words of a man who was saying inside from outside their house.

Ustadz Bilal!, Inner Hani.

"Greetings hallow !" suhut Ustadz Hamzah, he came out of Hani's room to meet the guest.

Hani in the room, clutching her chest and crying curled up on the bed. Hani is confused whether he accepts Hidayah's proposal or not. If he accepts, it means he will stop expecting Bilal. If he rejected it, his Uncle and the rest of the family would definitely be disappointed in him, and might be able to get angry.

Outside the room, Ustadz Hamzah invited Bilal in.

"Please enter Bilal's son !" a friendly word Ustdaz Hamzah.

"Thank you Ustadz !" Bilal stepped into the living room of the house. And sit down immediately after being pardoned.

"Umi ! make tea ! ustadz Bilal is coming !" exclaim Ustadz Hamzah to his wife Umi Fatimah.

"Yes Abi !" sahut from the back.

"Don't bother with Ustadz !" bilal said, because Ustadz Hamzah had his wife make tea.

"What a son !' reply Ustadz Hamzah."What's it gonna take ustadz Bilal ?" tanyakanya.

Ustadz Bilal took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"It looks like what Bilal's going to say is a serious thing !" ustdaz Hamzah smiled.

"It can be said like that ustadz !" bilal smiled blandly.

"Let's say son !" tell Ustadz Hamzah.

"Look at Ustadz Hamzah !" Bilal paused his sentence for a while, then spoke again."Actually, what I will say is, I have told the late Kiayi Husen Ustadz." he said again.

"What is that ?" Ustdaz Hamzah knitted his eyebrows together.

Bilal let out a slow breath, then replied." I want to preach Hani to be my wife Ustadz !" answer Bilal.

Ustadz Hamzah fell silent and turned his gaze to Bilal's face.

"I've proposed to Hani to Kiyai Husen before. But it seems that Kiayi Husen has not had time to convey it to Hani, he is dead" Bilal said again, returning the gaze of Ustadz Hamzah for a moment.

Hani, who was in his room, was holding his chest that was pounding more and more, heard Bilal propose to him. To his surprise, Bilal proposes to his late grandfather.

Ustadz Hamzah sighed and spoke." Sorry ustadz Bilal, because I didn't know that" he said." But we just received Hidayah's proposal for Hani. And Hani agreed" replied Ustadz Hamzah.

Hani who heard it from inside the room fell silent.What did Uncle mean?, didn't I ask for three days to think ?. Why did Uncle tell ustadz Bilal that I had accepted Hidayah's proposal?, Inner Hani.

Is the proposal of a young man who said Grandpa yesterday was the proposal of Ustadz Bilal?, he asked again in his heart.

Bilal, who was sitting opposite Ustadz Hamzah, was silent for a while.

"That's how Ustadz is !" Bilal breathed.

"I'm sorry, Bilal !. I really don't know that" Ustadz Hamzah said.

Forgive me Ustadz Bilal, for I must repay the kindness of Mr. Ilham's family, by giving Hani as their son-in-law. Inner Ustadz Hamzah, looked at Bilal who was silent rigidly in his place.

Soon, Umi Fatimah came from the kitchen to bring a tray of two cups of tea, put it on the table.

"Please Ustadz Bilal !" he said smile.

"Thank you Ustadzah !" reply Bilal forced his smile.

Umi Fatimah nodded her head, then resigned.

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"Uncle ! what does Uncle mean to tell ustasz Bilal that I have accepted Hidayah's proposal ?" hani asked out of his room, after hearing Bilal was gone.

"Here baby ! you're Uncle's only daughter, don't be mad at Uncle!" Ustadz Hamzah patted the sofa next to him so that Hani would sit next to him.

"I don't want to accept Uncle's proposal !" hani said again, while walking towards Ustadz Hamzah.

"Hidayah's family has helped a lot for the progress of this pesantren. This school was just a madrasah. But look now, this pesantren developed into a large and advanced pesantren, it's all thanks to the Hidayah family dear!" ustadz Hamzah.

"So Uncle knocked me out ?" angry Hani.

"Why are you angry with Uncle ?. Didn't you say to think about their proposal. There's no way you're telling people to wait for your disappointing answer to people ?" ustadz Hamzah said slowly, sounding angry.

Hani is silent

"Are you going to let your aunt Maryam and Om Ilham pick up your rejection after three days ?" press Ustadz Hamzah again."Think of how they feel !"said again.

Hani cried sobbing, then ran inside her room.

"Pig !" tegur Umi Fatimah, approaching her husband.

"If Abi had a daughter of his own, Abi would definitely give Abi's daughter!" said Ustadz Hamzah, understand his wife's intentions."And Abi did not match them. Pak Ilham's family came to propose to Hani. They want Hani to be their daughter-in-law. And Nak Hidayah also likes Hani" he explained.

Umi Fatimah was silent, only able to cry. Umi Fatimah followed Hani into her room.

Bilal, who was already in his car, sat quietly leaning his head against the back of the chair, closing his eyes, pondering.

Maybe he's not for me!, in Bilal.

Bilal sighed, then drove his vehicle away from the pesantren. Tonight he was not eager to follow the study of Religion. Bilal needs to calm himself down.

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