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Chapters 14. I'm going to get married

In front of a mirror that is no longer as clear as before. Zahara sat down and looked at herself from the reflection of the glass. He looked at his teary face. Her pretty hand grabbed Zein's veil and put on her slowly covered her pitch-black hair.

"Then... What good would it be if I got a reply for my love? " His own question to the reflection of the glass is none other than himself.

"Are you ready, son? " Mother Zahara said from behind the door

"Already mak" said Zahara and began to step foot out of the room.

The living room had so many neatly arranged guests filled the simple room, there was also the Salma family and marriage guardians from Zahara. While Salma was in the kitchen preparing dishes for the guests.

"Please son Zahara and son Alpi introduce themselves first" said one of the elders in the room raised his voice.

"Yes sir" Alpi said

The heavy voice of the man made Zahara immediately raise his head to look at the man who was now facing him. Sharp-legged man, sharp nose and handsome. It looks in the eyes of Zahara, the man who now stands in front of him like a yellow-eyed European man and white skin. But, when their eyes met, Zahara felt nothing, heartbeats and heart murmurs he did not feel. In fact, the embarrassment when he looked into those eyes was none that he found from this handsome man.

The man continued to explain himself to Zahara in a concise and concise manner. The white teeth kept smiling looking towards Zahara nonstop. I hope to get a sweet smile back from her.

"How about Zahara? " The elder's rebuke washed away Zahara's daydreams.

Zahara's eyes stared around the guests and her eyes stopped when she looked into her mother's two hopeful eyes. Hope this is the last time and Zahara agrees to get married.

All waited for an answer from Zahara and put ears wide.

Until, making the entire room silent for a moment.

"I will give an answer after the prayer istikharah sir" Zahara said after seeing his mother's face and was greeted by sighs from all of them. Although this answer does not satisfy everyone. But, he could not immediately decide to approve this proposal.

"Then, we will wait for the good news from nak Zahara buk" said one of the middle-aged women to Zahara's mother with a sweet smile.

"Well, I'll tell you soon" said Ms. Zahara back with a friendly and suave smile.

A short meeting to tie the friendship to a marriage. But, not all people can come back well if the proposal is rejected by the woman.

The hordes came out one by one from Zahara's house and simply vanished from sight. Zahara's eyes were still staring blankly at the road watching the remnants of their shadows.

'May I marry him without love and use him to erase the pain of my past?"  Inner Zahara began to think of approving this proposal.

'I'm so tired, it's probably good to force myself to marry a man I don't love at all. Despite the heartbeat and the desire to be held by loved ones I really want to get"  Zahara's tears reverberated feeling unworthy to continuously reject a proposal from a man who was clearly both his origin and his behavior.

That afternoon was indeed a very tiring day Zahara thought. He looked at his mother who was now also staring at him. His mother was surprised when she saw his daughter's behavior was very different from the past. When Zahara refused the proposal he would not take a headache and immediately leave the house. This time, he saw his daughter crying. I don't know what made her daughter sad like this. Zahara went into the house not wanting to answer anything her mother would ask.

Seeing his teary-eyed friend he did not ask much and only agreed to Zahara's invitation and rushed to go to the mosque.

Along the way Zahara and Salma just fell silent without a word at all, the afternoon was no longer so bright but the time of Maghrib had not yet arrived.

"Zahara" said someone from the direction of the mosque using a bicycle that now stopped right in front of them both.

The summoned Zahara immediately glanced at the origin of the voice and looked at him fixedly. These same feelings and heartbeats that Zahara meant. The feeling of wanting to be with a loved one and getting married with a person that can cause this vibration.

"Well, are you here? " Salma answered with a stern answer

"I saw that there were a lot of people in your house" said the stale base zein without answering Salma's question

"It's none of your business, ze... "

"I'm getting married" Zahara decided Salma's words

"M-married? " Zein was surprised to the point that his eyes were perfectly rounded repeating Zahara's reply.

"Yes, I'm getting married soon. What you just saw was the family of my future husband" Zahara said, making Zein and Salma even more shocked.

"Then we say yes" said Zahara and pulled Salma's arm slowly away from Zein.

Salma who was still shocked immediately followed Zahara's footsteps without leaving any more voices. Meanwhile, Zein was still quietly glued to the spot with his head lowered to digest what he had just heard.

After realizing that Zahara was no longer in front of him, Zein stepped in to try to stop Zahara. Unknowingly dropping his bike on the ground.

With a trembling step and a slashed heart, Zein tried to reach the rose-hooded woman who had now stepped inside the mosque.

Bissmillahirrahman nirrahim,

Zein's steps stopped immediately when he heard the voice of teaching from inside the mosque. He did not realize that he was now exactly where his footsteps could no longer force him to step in. His hand closed the wooden fence of the mosque and retreated from it.

'Although I already have the heart of his servant. He and I have a god who can't be seduced to allow our love... I can't even get through this fence' his inner self

Zein felt as if god was reprimanding him to stay away from Zahara. His tears slowly came out without permission staring at the fragile wooden fence before him.

A worn wooden fence that can be damaged at any time. But, the fence was able to separate himself from the woman of his puja.