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old-fashioned cell phone owned by Citra vibrates.one incoming message from his best friend.
"Picture have you decided? "
such was the content of the message sent by his best friend in the morning blind.
The confused image must answer what, because he felt wrong.
in the end Citra did not answer the message.he wanted to discuss this with Ms. Fatma first, in order to make the right decision.
after breakfast and cleaning the dining table, Citra approached Fatma's mother who was sitting in the front yard.
"this is in his tea bu" said Citra while carrying a tray containing a cup of tea
"thank you son "
then Citra sat across from Fatma's mom she seemed hesitant to tell Fatma about Bella's desire to be her daddy's wife.
bu Fatma turned to Citra, she knew very well that Citra was agitated.
"what's wrong, son, are you sick?" ask Fatma.
The image jolted from his daydreams.then shook his head quickly.
"no ma'am, Citra is fine. "answer the image while looking down.
"Mom." call Citra.
"yes son"
"do you agree and allow if Citra married young? " task the image to ma'am Fatma hesitated.
"why do you ask like that, son, do you want to get married? " instead of answering, Fatma asked back
"eeemmmm." the confused image should answer what.
"daughter does anyone want to get you married? " ask Fatma again
the image immediately raised its lowered head.
"mom, actually when Bella and I came home late I stopped by the park near the school. Bella invited me to speak to her with four eyes. "he said paused, he saw Ms. Fatma then continued the conversation.
"Bella wants me to marry her daddy ma'am "
after hearing the story from Citra bu Fatma exhaled her breath slowly.
"then you yourself how son, will you accept it?. Remember marriage is not a game of boy let alone your age with daddy Bella is very much different. if you later accept Bella's request, then you will accept Bella, will you be able to face all the possibilities that will occur? "
"i don't know, Mom, I love Bella too much, I already think of Bella as my own sister. actually I want to reject it but I can't bear to see Bella sad let alone hear the reason why she asked me to marry her daddy. I really can't bear ma'am " Citra said.
"son try to pray Istiqarah so that your heart is calm and gets the right answer.I can only pray the best for you, son, mom won't forbid you if you're willing to marry her daddy Bella, but one message mom. keep humble son, if you marry you should be able to be a dress for your husband, you can be a dress for your husband, respect him and learn to love him with all your heart "message bu fatma.
"well mom, will Citra do all the messages mom. hopefully the image gets the best answer yes ma'am" said the image then hugged bu fatma.
"same son, happy you happy mother also "said bu fatma
*****
during the day after lunch hour Bella decided to go to the office of the daddy. With a smile they opened the door of his daddy's workroom.see handsome man he wanted to meet, Bella, Marcello is focusing on some of the documents being signed.
"daddy." cried Bella approaching her daddy.
"yes baby, just until yes. kok ngabarin daddy anyway "ask daddy
"hehee, yesterday I said dad. if you want anything I want to say to daddy. "
"oh yes daddy forgot, sorry baby. now sit down first "said daddy then led Bella to the sofa.
"what do you want, baby ?" ask daddy.
"daddy promised to grant all of Bella's wishes, I hope my request is really realized" said Bella.
"yes baby, say what you want "
"dad, daddy knows that I only have one friend, Citra, a girl who is always there for Bella, who loves her support, her meetings, and her affection for bella. daddy knew that I loved my best friend very much "asked Bella.
"yes dear daddy knows. The image of orphans from orphanages that you often go to is not it. then what is the relationship between your request and your best friend ?"
"or don't don't you want to stay there so it can be the same as your friend, right? connect daddy.
"no dad not so. " replied Bella.
Bella stared at the netra of the daddy.
"dad, I want to have mommy. daddy marry Citra"
said Bella.