Duda Vs Son Virgin
#Married Run
"Dear, Honey. Currently in the stomach of Mama Zulaikha there is no baby. Later if Father and Mama Zulaikha get married, we can make a lot of baby sisters. So, Asiah is patient, yes!" zulaikha said as soon as she saw the shocked faces of her handsome Om family.
"Mom, I can't cross the line" Yusuf said as he looked at Hajar.
"Yes, I believe in you. You'd better get married soon," Hajar replied.
"Good, Mom. I will meet both of Zulaikha's parents" Yusuf said calmly as his mother still trusted him.
It is true what Abah Taha and Hajar said. Joseph and Zulaikha should get married soon.
"Om, are you sure you want to see Mama and Papa to America?" zulaicha asked, looking at Joseph.
"Yes, I told you that I will ask you in a good way. All asking for their blessing" answered Joseph with a confident heart.
"What if Mom and Dad disagree?" zulaikha asked with her voice softly. He suddenly came across the incident of Bilqis' parents who rejected Joseph because of his widower status and not from the wealthy. He took the worst possibility, would be the blessing of both his parents.
"I will continue to try to convince them to give you to me for editing" replied Asiah's father.
"Thank you, Om. I will also help them get their blessing. But, if Papa or Mama is stubborn, we elope, yuk!" zulaikha said with a smile.
Joseph instead laughed chuckling with the way his lover thought this heart. He grew even more anxious towards Zulaikha.
"Father eloped, how? No exclamation? Asiah's rich man wants to follow!" ask Asiah with her innocent face whose curiosity is currently very high.
Joseph swallows his saliva, he again questions from Asiah making him die of lice. He glanced towards Zulaikha asking him to explain.
"Eh .. i–it .. a marriage if the parents of the bride do not agree that her children are married to her spouse. So that the couple chose to run away and marry without the blessing of parents," explained Zulaikha as his eyes glanced to and fro asking for help from anyone who would explain it to the prospective child.
Asiah was silent as if he was thinking of something. In his mind he eloped, married while running around. Like a commercial on television, where a couple ran around then got in a nice car.
"Still not understanding?" ask Zulaikha to Asiah.
"Is an elopement like a bride wearing a beautiful wedding dress and then running around and getting in a car?" asiah asked still curious.
"Oh, that's it." Asiah nodded her head.
"Who is Raya?" ask Abah Taha and Hajar at the same time.
Joseph had a headache. This day Asiah and Zulaikha kept her in a constant fog. Also makes it a heart sport constantly.
"Raya is Asiah's husband when in school," answered Asiah innocently because she is the one who often becomes her husband if again playing house-housing at school.
"What?" shouts Hajar, Abah Taha, and Mang Sholeh.
While Yusuf massaged his head more tightly because it was getting dizzy. Zulaikha nodded his head.
"Mom, Abah, and Mang Sholeh. Don't misunderstand me. It's just a house game at Asiah's school. And it just so happens that they both like to be Mom and Dad for Asiah's doll" Yusuf explained.
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It has been a week since Hajar arrived at Yusuf's apartment. They asked Joseph to propose to Zulaikha immediately. For Asiah, they asked Joseph for more strict supervision. Don't let her little daughter grow up before her time.
Moreover, they felt worried because Asiah said that he was going to marry Rayyan. This made Abah Taha repeatedly advise Asiah. Relationships with boys should also be limited. Do not become a habit and get carried away to greatness.
The Zulaikha school exam is over. He also contacted his parents to visit the United States. He asked his parents to give him a little time.
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Sorry I got up a day only 1X, schedule after lebaran solid. Just finished yesterday the day after, even got the sad news from my best friend. Until my brain goes to think and type. Hopefully tomorrow we can do a lot more.