GRACEFUL
Chapters 12. A Match for Jehan

The activity also began. They prepare a small tumpeng as a condition of entering the house and some types of porridge. In addition, Anggun deliberately prepares fruitful food. Some of her husband's friends don't like dry food like tumpeng. So, the solution Anggun prepare rawon sauce with his empire.

After Maghrib, Anggun and all are waiting for the arrival of guests. Jihan was actually uncomfortable wearing Graceful clothes. Even though the clothes are good, they are still not as comfortable as their own clothes.

"Huft, you know what, I'm going home first. If I think it's uncomfortable. Moreover, the view of her mother Anggun like not like that," Jihan murmured.

Anggun's friends were very surprised when they saw Firhan's whereabouts in his house. There are so many questions they want to ask directly. Without a doubt, some people finally opened their voices.

"Gun, this isn't wrong, is it? Um, I mean, you're the one who rocked us. Is there any Mr Firhan here? How's story?" tanya Dedi, the highest factory employee curiosity.

Gracefully smiled. "Mas Firhan is my husband, Ded! Want another acquaintance?"

Sontak Dedi and Johan laughed at the words of his coworkers.

"Seg ta, I still don't understand, Nggun. Kan Pak Firhan has resigned. How can it be?" ask Johan.

"long story. You will ask Mas Firhan. Go, in! Mas, get Dedi and Johan inside!" pinta Anggun on her husband.

Before long, Firhan's co-worker also came. If the first is more funny bin humoris, another case with her husband's friend.

"Night Bu Anggun" said Mr. Didit. He's Firhan's co-worker who is the most calm if according to the story.

"Night, Mr Didit! Come, in!" graceful Commandments.

"Wait for Mr. Anton first, ma'am. He's still parking the car" Didit said.

All the guests have gathered. Not much because Anggun and Firhan only invited representatives.

Prayers are recited, then after completion, Anggun and the family prepare the prepared dishes. As before, Dedi and Johan were still not satisfied with the puzzle Anggun had given him.

"Sir Firhan!" Dedi raised his hand. "Kok can you marry Mbak Anggun? What kind of conspiracy is this?"

"Oh, Ded, this isn't a crime. But, the goodness of God to me. Look, I resigned and married your boss, right?" answer Firhan.

Still not understandable. In reality Firhan was indeed an Graceful superior in the office. While Graceful with the production part is the superior. Because some people also reported their work to Anggun to be recorded and given to his superiors.

Jihan's jealousy suddenly grew when she found out that Anggun was so dear to her parents, then her husband, and now her friends. Not only praise the intelligence of Anggun in choosing a husband, but the cuisine served was nothing bad. All delicious even cooked with his hands.

"Sir Firhan has nothing to lose to Mbak Anggun!" exclaim Johan.

Didit and Anton who had been enjoying the food earlier could not bear to not speak. Because, Firhan as a new friend always does good. He also made Didit and Anton who actually intend to resign because they can not stand the boss anymore. They stayed because Firhan was strengthening.

"Mbak Anggun is also lucky to have Mr. Firhan. Yes, no, sir?" ask Didit to Firhan.

"What are you talking about? Everything has been outlined by the Almighty. We just have to live it" Firhan replied calmly.

Also true. The fate line that Firhan has, not everyone will be able to run well. He was also at his lowest point when he lost his wife at the time. Hence, Anggun was the oasis of his new life. He would not be so heartbroken as to disappoint his wife.

The show ended so quickly. They are sorry to the owner of the house. Although still want to be there, but because tomorrow has to work.

"Sir, Mom, we're saying goodbye. Thank you for the banquet. Oh yes, may your marriage last, yes," said Mr. Anton before leaving the yard.

One by one they finally say goodbye. Jihan is still there. It's already night. It's not good to let Jihan go home alone.

"Jihan, stay here!" pinta Anggun after cleaning dishes and glasses in the living room.

"Son Jihan better just go home now. No need to help Grace. Let me finish it," said Maryamah. She should as much as possible expel Jihan from her daughter's house.

Jihan hesitated. Actually he was tired, but to go home to his boarding house still had to ride a motorbike a few minutes from the Anggun place.

"Get up, I'll rest first. If Jihan wants to stay, let it go. It's late" Firhan said before entering his room.

Even if you stay, it is not difficult because above there are still empty rooms. While below, Anggun's parents slept there.

"Yes, Mas. I'm still asking Jihan first. Want to get on here? Mas Firhan can't bring you home either, right?"

Anggun means here, if Jihan still wants to go home, Firhan cannot accompany her to arrive at the boarding house. The best option is to stay.

As Jihan decided to agree, Maryamah rushed into her room and then closed the door loudly. She's pissed. Riding his daughter or daughter-in-law was equally unable to understand the presence of a third person.

"Mom, what's wrong?" ask Gian.

Gian was laying on his bed after receiving some of his son's guests. He entered first because he was tired all day on the trip coupled with the event that had just ended.

"The Firhan and the Firhan are outrageous, sir. Cook them let Jihan stay here? Where does the woman's eyes like to be glued again. I don't like it, sir!"

When Maryamah poured all her frustration on the husband, Anggun delivered Jihan to a room not far from her own room.

"Rest! Inside is a nightgown. If you want, just wear it. Sorry, I've been troubling you today" Anggun said before entering his own room.

"Thank you, Nggun."

After Jihan closed the door, Anggun went into the room. She heard a subtle snoring from her husband signifying that the man was already asleep. Gracefully go into the bathroom to clean up for a moment then change her clothes in sleeping pajamas.

Gracefully get on the bed very carefully. She was afraid of waking her husband up very sound and soothing. As she looked at her husband's face intensely, Firhan slowly opened her eyes.

"Loh, Mum? Not sleeping?"

How can Firhan sleep soundly if his wife's fragrant scent slurps into his nose. Clearly his sensitivity was extremely high when he knew his soul mate was right beside him.

"You're like an alarm to me, Nggun. Your scent alone can wake me up. Oh yeah, Jihan so stay here? Sorry, yes. I can't take it."

"No papa, Mas. I asked him to go into the next room. Oh yeah, in Mas' office there's a friend who's not married, isn't there?"

Firhan doesn't know. Only a few of them did he know, but why did Anggun ask such a thing?

"For what, Nggun?" Firhan grabbed his wife's waist then hugged her quite tightly.

"Get a soul mate for Jihan, Mas. Poor him. All this time it's been good to me, but I've never once returned the favor."

It's not very easy. Find a mate for others who we think fit, not necessarily according to others. Firhan could not afford anything, but he would try to comply with his wife's request.