FORCED CHEATING
270FINDING MIRZA
The door of the room was slowly knocked, Ramzi entered without waiting for the order that had the room. Azad was standing in front of a large window, his gaze falling straight into the street where traffic was busy during the day.
"Azad, we've been waiting for the board of directors," Ramzi's baritone voice did not interfere with Azad's peculiarity. Looking at the rolex on his left arm covered in feathers, "don't make them wait,"
"You alone represent me, brother," muttered Azad without turning his head.
"Where can we both be, we both have to be present" slightly emphasized his sentence.
heavy sighs then threw himself in his work chair. "I can't focus, please don't involve me in important meetings."
It's a cry of disbelief, "what's this about Jane?"
Explaining far, "i have apologized to him many times, Brother. I've also said I'm guilty of not being sensitive to his attention all along. I even followed your advice to directly propose to her as proof of my seriousness, but what happened? He did not give an answer at all until today" Azad said in frustration.
"Let Jane think about it, she just needs time to convince herself. That's it,"
"No, he deliberately did not give me an answer because he wanted to repay his disappointment to me" circus Azad.
Sighing breathlessly, "whatever you are, everything I say feels wrong in your ears."
Glanced at the sister-in-law with an annoyed look.
"Are you a man or not, because women have made you this mess?" smiling slanted full of innuendo.
"You're mocking me?" staring intently, "have you forgotten that you were almost crazy because of Brother Sofi?"
Even chuckled as if something was funny, "just because of that, don't let you be like me." Patting Azad's shoulder, "when all the effort has been taken, then all you have to do is wait."
"Huft "to throw a rough breath.
"Here you go, continue your turmoil later. Now come with me if I don't want to drag you to the meeting room," a little threatening then leave Azad's room first.
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At the same time in a different place, Jane was lying lazily on her bed while looking at the screen of her dress.looking photos together with Azad, the smiles of both of them were happy.
Recalling two days ago, Azad and Ramzi arrived at his home after Maghrib. Without much ado Azad expressed his desire to apply for Jane as his future wife.
"Jane, did you accept Azad's proposal?" ramzi asked after a while Jane was just silent.
A worried look clearly loomed on Azad's face, Jane glanced at him.
"It's too sudden, I have to ask my father first," Jane's great-grandson, looking down, could no longer see Azad's hopeful face sitting right in front of him.
"Of course you can ask your father, but at least give Azad the answer first now" Ramzi urged.
Heading deeper, squeezing the end of the dress with his fingers that began to feel cold.
"Jane, this is just my start. If you accept it, Azad will definitely formally propose to your father" Ramzi said.
"I," stifled unable to continue his sentence.
Azad and Ramzi looked at each other after a few seconds Jane said nothing.
“Jane, do you know –“ Ramzi deliberately hung up his sentence.
“Tau what?” a little look at Ramzi, but his chest began to beat fast when he accidentally found Azad still mengadapnya with sayu.
“ –that there is a prohibition to reject applications from men sholeh?”
The deg!
This time Jane's heart stopped beating, Ramzi's question left her in a corner.
“Azad is a good man, he is good in his religion and brilliant in his career. He is nearing the word perfect,” continued Ramzi made Jane began to fatigue just to take a breath. “Except that there is indeed a nature that you do not like.”
“Ram, I –cannot give an answer,” weaned Jane made the end of the dress is no longer in the form of crumpling again.
“Already, Brother –“ said Azad undo Ramzi who want to buaka voice again, “don't force him.”
“Azad, I'm sorry,” hardly sounds like saying to himself.
Reviewing a smile despite his bitter feeling, “ngak papa, I am ready to wait for your answer anytime.”
Jane got up from her position, that impromptu proposal two days ago really bothered her mind. He saw his face in front of the mirror, from morning had not been interested in bathing, and now the sun was almost at its peak, Jane was still struggling with her turmoil.
“Did I really make her fall in love?” touching her own cheek, “or did she just make me runaway for being rejected by that girl?” putting on a sour face.
Grunting riled half frustrated because of his own thoughts. Jene weighed for a while, she needed someone's opinion. He got the idea of contacting his father, but was soon pushed aside. The father will certainly return the decision to him. Jene nodded, that's not a good idea.
“Do I have to ask Rumi for an opinion?” muttered. Still, Rumi was not the right person to be asked for advice. From the first Rumi never neutral, he will only make more runyam with his unfeadah babbling.
Jane ruffled her hair, anxious to herself why did this whole thing get a proposal from the man she loved? Suddenly he was stunned when he remembered Ramzi's speech, prohibition to reject the proposal from the male sholeh?
Quickly grabbed back his salary, opened the search page typing sentences with his nimble finger. His eyes followed a series of similar sentences that were the results of his search on the page.
Click, Jane opens the top one. Read it carefully sentence by sentence of the opinion of a scholar there,
Does not like people sholeh, the background is twofold. First, I do not like the human nature. For example, do not like the face that is less beautiful to look at, or the character is stingy or rude. Second, I do not like it because of its religion. No one is physically troubled. For example, he hated every bearded man, or the man who prayed diligently in the mosque, or the man who loved the sunna fast, and so on.
Jane shakes faintly. No, Azad is handsome charming and handsome according to him. He is also loyal, not stingy and never rude. He was also even amazed by the figure of Azad, his religion is good throughout his knowledge. His physical and religious appearance is no problem. –membatin seriously, so why should I reject his proposal?
Biting the tip of his thumb thinking still in doubt, then continue reading the next paragraph.
Refusing to marry someone, is innocent. Even though he's a pussy. Because marriage is the principle of choosing a right partner and the love of the heart. Unless you don't like it because of its religion. Then you sin in this, because you hate the believer. The believer is to be loved because of God. But you don't have to marry her, as long as you don't have love. Allahu a’lam (al-Muntaqa min Fatawa Dr. Sholeh al - Fauzan, 3/226)
Putting her dresser on the dresser rather roughly. I love her, I love Azad. There's no reason to reject the lights, he's been trying to convince me, why am I still hesitating? The huft! Apparently Ram was just bluffing me too. It's ridiculous!
He quickly regained the device, looking for a number that he should have called from yesterday. Azad Zamzami Hussein,
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The atmosphere of dinner at the residence of Haji Barkah felt quiet, - it was rigid. There was only the clink of the sound of spoons and forks clashing against the occasional plate. Haji Barkah glanced at the child and his son-in-law. Finished with his dinner ritual, Haji Barkah moved from his seat.
“Dena, Jaka, finished eating dad wait in the living room yes,” he said more like a decree than a request.
Om Jaka hustles after completion while Denaya helps Bi Siti tidy up the dining table.
“What's up, Dad? How serious is it really?” take a seat near the father-in-law.
“Where is it?” even asked back.
“Still help Bi Siti,” grab her cigarette.
“Jaka, I want to talk important. Taroh used to be his cigarette.”
From the tone of the father-in-law's speech is flat and full of emphasis, Om Jaka knows this is not trivial. Putting back his favorite kretek cigarette, shortly Denaya appeared sitting next to Om Jaka.
“Dena, Jaka, earlier father apologized. I actually do not want to interfere with your affairs, after all you are very mature.” Looking at the husband and wife in turn. “Let alone you, Jaka. Your age is already head 4, it is more than mature.”
Denaya and Om Jaka quietly wait for the sentence what Haji Barkah will say next.
“You how long are you guys staying at kayak gini?” looking with a sharper view, “don't you think you don't know what happened between you. It's the third day, you should get better soon.”
Om Jaka and Denaya flinch, no one wants to start talking first.
“Dena, don't you pity to let your husband sleep on the couch? No matter how angry you are, your actions are not justified. And I never educated you like that.”
Denaya lowered her head, but still did not speak to make Haji Barkah sigh long.
“Households without communication, especially filled with anger due to quarrels, of course, will not be overwhelmed with blessing. Therefore, if there is a dispute, take advantage of the time to introspect each other and then come back with new optimism so that the problem is resolved soon,” said Haji Barkah.
“Actually this is just a misunderstanding, Dad. Not too serious what the problem is,” said Om Jaka who immediately made Denaya nyamber do not accept.
“Who is not serious? This is a very serious problem. You're not open to me, Beb. You all this time know about the existence of Mirza but diem aja, when clearly you know Via and Nala it really needs Mirza. I wonder yes Beb, how could you let them be abandoned so?” denaya's sentences clearly cornered Om Jaka.
“Astaghfirullah, Han. I have to swear by the hell let you be sure if I really do not know where Mirza?” Om Jaka start you you me.
“Your oath is fake, I can't believe it!” squint his face.
“So it's about Via and Mirza?” Haji sir like not sure, “and you guys get a storm like this? to stand for three days? Just for defending someone else's household?”
“Dad, Via and Mirza it's not someone else,” sergeant Denaya. “Mirza bangkannya him,” pointed Om Jaka with his chin, “that means my prayers too, while Via him more than that, he's my best friend and good friend!”
Pak Haji smiled instead, “a long time ago father did not see you snack like gini, Dena. You're like a kid again,” chuckles at the end of his sentence.
“dad mengeledekin me?”
“Emang she's kayaking little boy,” grumbled Om Jaka.
“Diem you, Beb!” denaya Spray.
“Dena, never be rude to your husband, his legal sins,” rebuked Pak Haji warned. Om Jaka smiled because he felt defended by his father-in-law. “Good, I understand the problem now. You actually fuss about things that are not a matter of principle in your household. If this is allowed to drag on, it is not impossible that it will erode the mutual trust between you. So you better, you guys make up.” soon
Om Jaka and Denaya just look at each other, as if waiting for who will start first.
“So you still don't want to get better?” frowning inexhaustible, the behavior of Om Jaka and Denaya overcame the little boy this time. Sighing for a moment before letting out the arguments he knew. "From Abu Hurairah RA, the Prophet said: “it is not lawful for a Muslim to boycott his brother for more than three days. Who boycotts his brother for more than three days, then he dies then he goes to hell,”. (HR Abu Daud 4914)
“But we are not sad Yah, we are husband and wife,” muttered Om Jaka ngeyel who made Haji Barkah sharpen both eyes.
“Bebeb, what are you doing? Dad again seriously tau!”
Haji Barkah pinched his forehead, quite dizzy apparently facing his ex-child tonight. “Alright Dena, you apologize first to your husband.”
“Kok me anyway, Yah?” denaya protest. “Kan Bebeb the –“
Om Jaka smiled again because he felt his father-in-law was always defending him.
“Don't be as comfortable as your smile Beb,” ketus Denaya.
“Dena,” memperingkan firmly make Denaya instantly self-conscious.
Arrange his feelings for a while, sighing rudely to throw all his prestige and ego, “Bebi,” said Denaya then as she turned her seat to face Om Jaka. “I'm sorry yes, but I shouldn't have done anything too much with you,” looked at me. “I realized I was wrong, my good intentions to defend Via instead so ignore my own husband. I was so wrong,” looked down at the end of his sentence.
Grabbing both of Denaya's palms, “I'm also sorry, Han. I don't really mean to cover up Mirza's whereabouts, I really don't know where she is. You have to believe it, but I did save his active contact number.”
“Totally?” both eyes of Denaya sparkled.
Nodding, “but Mirza never wanted to say where she was, her number was only occasionally active, at most if she wanted there to be need of the same me.”
“Finally there's a bright spot,” smile in relief. “We can track its existence if –“
“Hani, please. Don't start again yeah,” stare beg understanding, “we don't interfere too far, let Mirza finish by herself.”
“Jaka right, Dena,” timpal Haji Barkah. “Maybe Mirza needs more time to get away from all the things she loved all this time so she can think clearly.”
“But I promise, Han. I'll tell Mirza about the situation of Via and Nala,” tightly grasped Denaya fingers because it does not want to let the wife disappointed.
“Totally?”
“Terms, promise.”
“Still yes, Bebebku,” splashed into the arms of the husband full of part.
“Sama-sama mai hani bani switi tinki winki dipsi,” reciprocates tightly hugging the wife as if in the room there were only the two of them.
“Hem .. If you have this, dad is like a mosquito repellent,” is out of place.
“Yeah, thanks for making us better again,” Denaya smiled.
Nodding is also relieved to see the child and his ex get along again, “ya already dad wants to go to the room first, want rest,” passes to his room.
“Han,” call Om Jaka Soft.
“Ya?”
“Kalo already better, tonight can dong I sleep in the room again?” embracing Denaya's shoulder.
“That's it, time isn't?”
“Can you ask for ration also right?” smiling seduces.
“Anu what?” smile back, salting.
“Anu that you know, time does not understand?” close his face as if he wanted to nyosor first.
“Ih, Beb! It's still afternoon,” pushes Om Jaka slowly. “New also want 9 hours, wait a bit maleman little bit yes,”
“Yess!" cheer cheer cheerfully. "That means can't you?”
Denaya nodded timidly, Om Jaka was anxious to make it impossible not to shower the beautiful face of the wife with a kiss.
Dok dok dok dok dok dok dok
Not the sound of frogs, but the sound of the door being pounded the longer the louder the sound until it stops the silence between Om Jaka and Denaya.
“Who is it, Beb?” wonder Denaya.
Shaking while shrugging indifferently and whistling was about to continue the action again.
“Ish, Baby!” Denaya dodge, “See first there, like there are guests,” push Om Jaka.
“Ok, but ntar we continue in the room yes,” moaning mischievously while moving.
Om Jaka headed for the living room because the front door was mercilessly pushed back to upset him.
“Sampean, Mbakyu?” I was full of surprise when I opened the door.
Without saying, straight into and sit on the living room sofa.
“Sampean has no manners, Yu? Udah gedor-gedor house of the malem-malem, enter not use excuse me to use nyelonong again,” spilled his frustration standing ruffled waist in front of the mbakyu.
“Jaka, you know where Mirza is, right?” todong Bu Een without much stale base.
“Sampean nanya like an introductory person, can be polite not?”
“You do not have to worry, it is impossible if you do not know Mirza,” Bu Een cuek does not pique Om Jaka's frustration.
“Kalopun I know, I ogah tau sampean!”
Standing with a face full of curiosity, “so really you know where Mirza is? cepetan said, she has Diana?” shaking Om Jaka's arm impatiently.
“What the hell is until Yu,” brushed off Bu Een's hand, “somewhat need to hold it, I'm afraid of bad nature untilan!”
“I'm serious, cepetan says where is Mirza?” increased intonation.
“Yu, this is the last I said yes, please be polite in people's homes. Don't yell, I'm not a prank!” Reply Om Jaka was annoyed to make Denaya appear in haste because he heard the commotion in the living room.
“Bebeb, what's up?”
“There's noh commotion!” glancing sharply at Bu Een.
“Bu Een?” see Bu Een astonishment, “what is Bu, malem-malem here?”
“Not your business, don't interfere!” Ketus Bu Een made Denaya stunned.
“Buset! Bener-bener man no ahlak sampean Yu, bini I asked nicely even nyolot!” Om Jaka is getting irritated. “It is better to leave this house before I forcefully drag it out!” Om Jaka mengptimatum's.
“No, before you said Mirza there was silence,” kekeh Bu Een.
“Oh, so Mommy nyariin Mirza?” welcome Denaya, “Why not ask Via? Because only Via knows where Mirza is,” cetus Denaya get the idea.
Staring at Denaya straight away, “Via know where Mirza?” is
“Yes, but I'm not sure he wants to tell you. Because their lives have been happy without being apart,” Om Jaka follows the flow of the game Denaya.
“So Mirza has really gone far?” muttering is like talking to himself.
“Kasian deh sampean Yu, is it good to leave?” cibir Om Jaka's.
Quick shaking, “ini should not happen, Mirza should go back.” Pulling again Om Jaka's hand, “Jaka cepet tau Via tell Mirza to come home soon.”
“Eh, what's the right until I'm done!” stomping Bu Een's hand, “why not talk to yourself via?”
“Jaka only you can help me, please say the same Via –“
“Why do I have to nolongin to?” crop Om Jaka. “Not so far until always do not care about my goodness?”
“Then I know I was wrong all this time, but please ask Mirza to come home soon. I can't live without Mirza, she's my only child,” reviews a face full of sadness with both of the neutrals starting to condense.
“Short of drama until Yu, ntar if Mirza has returned home by the way back again so dhemit!” Sindir Om Jaka cuek, Denaya slightly glared her eyes as her husband's gesture was already outrageous. “Better to go home, I'm the same I want to rest, already malem!” holding Denaya's arm was about to turn the steps leaving the living room.
“Jaka, wait!” Go after Miss Een. “Please forgive me, only you I have other than Mirza,” Bu Een's tears shed on both cheeks wrinkles.
Om Jaka was stunned, looking at the mbakyu who looked at him expectantly. Bu Een believes he has been able to melt the heart of Om Jaka.
“Save a crocodile tear until Yu, because I do not believe all the same words,” said Om Jaka slowly but squeaky. “Ayok, Han,” again continues his steps in leaving Bu Een. “Kalo out don't forget to close the door!” Said Om Jaka half yelled from the inside then immediately entered the room with Denaya who could not bear to protest from the atti.
“Bebeb, how are you so cruel? If so, what difference do you have with Miss Een? He's sorry, you know, when you don't want to forgive him anyway? Remember father word –“
“Ssssuuuut!” pasting her index finger on Denaya's lips, “aku just ngetes mbakyu doang.” Raising his arms around Denaya's waist, “ I never take the same heart all the attitudes and words mbakyu, if I ever offended, I've sorry him from the past.”
“So, earlier it was –“ Denaya relieved.
“Iya, later we see if mbakyu will actually find Via or not.”
“Hopefully Yes, Beb. Because I was hoping that Miss Een would see Nala. Since Nala was born, never once had she been visited by her grandmother, pity.” Suddenly mellow.
“Your idea is brilliant, Haniku,” gently caressed Denaya's smooth cheeks.
“Forced, Beb.” Smiling delightfully.
“Thanks for this?” back to teasing Denaya with his naughty clerk, “aku boeh collect his fingers now right?”
Subduing his face blushed in shame, Om Jaka who was impatient because he was forced to fast three nights immediately released Denaya hijab and immediately pushed slowly Denaya's body onto the bed.
“Bebeb, we have not prayed isya!” Pekik Denaya restrained.
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