Don't Call My Name
Surprised to hear it

Chapter 19

Zara breathes a sigh of relief. Because the television show that aired the results of his podcast yesterday with a youtuber by the name Chanel Point of View 1, not cut into pieces. For if so, there may be many unpleasant things.

Just this time, he also saw a lot of positive comments that supported him, although negative comments still remain. Blaspheming him with horrible rants as if there would never be a time of judgment for any of it.

Grace said, people who hate will still hate and do not need any explanation. However, she kept smiling because at least .. There were still more who liked her than hated her.

 “But I don't care what's in the entertainment world anymore. I want to focus on finding a husband let all Papi's legitimate assets fall into my hands.” At that moment, Zara saw Grace approaching. He was stunned for a moment to see the appearance of Grace who somehow now even more often become a man, according to his nature.

“You're actually a boy or a girl anyway, Grace?” zara asked her curiosity.

“I said, I can be anything as you need.”

 “Including being my husband?” it's without a burden.

 “Bhahaha!” Grace laughed in disbelief at this joke.

 “You are, you know. I don't trust other people easily. Besides the risk, I also need a longer time. I need a husband soon. ”

 “I do not fit the criteria of your dream man, Zar.” Grace looked down in realising who she was.

 “But you're kind, smart, considerate and understand all women's hearts, that's enough.”

“You sure, building a wedding just for the sake of a profit?" press Grace inexhaustibly, "it seems that you do not understand the concept of marriage.”

“I need a stepping stone to be able to achieve what I want.”

Silent.

Only the seconds of the clock spoke on the sidelines of their silence. Both are busy exploring their thoughts. A few minutes later, Grace spoke up.

“Alright, if that's what you want, I'll marry you,” she said firmly making Zara look up in disbelief.

“You seriously want to nolongin me?” asked Zara with sparkling eyes. The one being asked just looked on expressionlessly. “Thank you, Grace. Uh, Facade I mean.” Zara didn't want to be sure again because she didn't want this guy to change his mind. Then, squander to hug the man in front of him, “From now on you Facade, not Grace anymore.”

“But Facade has a bad meaning,” said Grace finally opened her voice still in the arms of the woman in front of her.

“That's if in Arabic. In French, the facade is the face of the building, or the front. Maybe when your mother was pregnant, your papa was inspired by the same wall cast.”

“It just so happens that when I was young, my father said he was a builder in France,” timpal Grace was not joking.

Zara stretched her arms and laughed, “Wah, pantesan! For not given the name three-wheel cement.”

“Iya, anyway. I should be grateful.” Grace grimaced amusedly. Candaan Zara is a dime!

°°°

“My name is Fasad, my name means the face of the building,” is mumbled Fasad when he came home. And it did not escape the sight of his mother who deliberately welcomed the arrival of his son. Hear from the vehicle that just stopped in front.

“Why smile-smile?” Tia's mother asked after she answered her son's greetings.

“I'm getting married, Ma'am.” Fasad put on a face solemnly for Tia to believe him.

“Whose name?” tia asked immediately, his mind suddenly clouded considering that recently he knew his son had a rather distorted behavior. “Laki or female?”

“Female. I want to marry Zara.”

Tia pinched her own hand. Fear of this is just a dream. “Ah, that's right you. Lying to you, huh?”

“No believe yes, whatever. Don't be surprised if I'm really married next week. I just came, really. No need to do anything.”

“Times yes, Non Zara wants to marry a half-baked man like you unless there is a certain purpose. Is there no other man in the world that he can choose? Don't mess with the wedding, you know.”

But Fasad doesn't care. She left her mother in the bathroom to clean up. Leaving her mother secretly happy, seeing the change of her son who was able to return to the factory suit.

°°°

The apartment that was empty has now begun to fill up. Although not yet up to a hundred percent because it is constrained by the cost of—but at least it has begun to be occupied. As planned, Rayyan and Hamidah have officially moved out of their parents' house.

“Try if yesterday you did not refuse Abi's help, surely our house is full,” said Hamidah while looking around the entire contents of the room which he thought was still lacking.

“Not only Abi help that I refuse, help from Papa also I refuse. You said you wanted to be independent. So everything should be from zero.”

“But ... kan ..” Hamidah complained.

“No there but. A wife should respect every decision of her family head.”

Hamidah. He realized his mistake. Even with the incident yesterday who had bought a bed too big. Because not according to the husband, now their room looks so full that they can not fit more stuff.

“I'm sorry about yesterday, yes,” said Hamidah hugging her husband.

“Ngak papa, the important thing is not to repeat again,” reply Rayyan by moving his hand hold the wife.

“Insyaallah, Brother. Please guide and always remind me to be a good wife.”

“That must be because this is my duty.”

Both are dissolved in the deck. Especially when alone like this. Not infrequently, as newlyweds, conversation or a light touch make them end up hot.

°°°

The next morning, Rayyan drove to Pesantren where he taught every Thursday and Saturday. The location was so close that it didn't take long for him to get there.

At first, there was nothing unusual when he got out of the car. But by the time he entered, he accidentally ran into Zara. Getting out of there with a man he already knew turned out to be his manager, Grace aka Fasad.

But what makes it like hard pinched is, Zara who refuses to stare let alone greet him like before. He just passed by himself as if the man in front of him was a figure of an invisible creature.

After a while, he realized that it turned out, he was the one who asked him not to know each other.

“I sinned heavily on you, in what way am I apologizing?” inner Ray sembilu—especially when he heard the other Ustaz, answered the question, for what purpose Zara came here.

“For a long time they were the biggest donors in this Pesantren. Only, Zara asked to be hidden his name. But this time, they came at once to ask for blessing, because he said .. next week the two want to get married. Thank God, I pray that the show goes well and becomes a happy family. Like Ustaz Rayyan too.”

Somehow the look on Rayyan's face at that moment. But when noticed, his face turned strange and unfriendly when viewed.

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