He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 37 - Facts About Boy

A quiet night, the cold temperatures began to pierce. When everyone has fallen asleep under the covers, a girl is still comfortable in her position on a bed of prayer mats with the Qur'an in her hands.

His heart was so indecisive every time he thought about the array of things he was going through right now. He realized that his heart had been leaning towards one of the two choices he faced, but in any case, the real clue was in the Owner of Love.

His memory of last night's conversation between the man who had proposed to him and his father who again accidentally heard from the second floor came back to him.

"I have been thinking about Om's words about sincerity some time ago. Maybe the reason I at that time made Om think that I was not a sincere person and just follow-up to be good. I will not force Om to judge me well. Therefore, if Om feels there is something better and more sincere than me, then I will let go of my desire to marry Khaira. I am not giving up, but I am trying to organize my heart so that I can better understand the meaning of sincerity itself."

Khaira rubbed her face slowly with a lethargic breath. There is a sense of unwillingness, but now he can only resign himself to waiting for an answer from God for his istharah earlier.

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That morning in Zafran's office, Akmal suddenly came to see him with some files in a map.

"Bang, this is the file you requested from Billy," Akmal said as he placed the map on Zafran's desk.

"Okay, thank you" said Zafran then opened the map and read it carefully.

"By the way, whose data is it again, Bang?" Akmal pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Zafran's desk.

"Boy, he recently proposed to Khaira."

"Boy? Wasn't he the one you asked Billy for the data on?"

"real him. He once said that now that he teaches at a boarding school, I can't believe it a little, so I want to check on him."

Akmal nodded his head in understanding Zafran's position. If he also had a child who would marry, he would have traced his background.

"God willing," said Zafran as he read Boy's current educational background and teaching place."

"What's up, Bang?"

"I really feel slapped with this kid."

"What's up, Bang?"

"Akmal, this Al Hikmah boarding school is not your in-laws' boarding school?" asked Zafran with a serious look.

'Yes, right," Akmal replied.

Zafran rubbed his face rough. "It seems I've misjudged the boy, it turns out that what he said was all right, he even got a gift from Abah Rahman to go to college in Cairo, and you know? He managed to graduate with the best predicate."

"really?" akmal asked and answered a nod by Zafran.

"Then, it means Abah Rahman knows Boy very well, try asking Abah directly," Akmal said giving advice.

"Not now, after all, he has also retreated, Khaira only has one choice now, which is Ali."

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Zafran and Akmal now have breakfast together, accompanied by Ainun and Umar in the dining room. Zafran stared several times over the second floor, where Khaira's room was located.

"Still in the room, it looks like he just slept after dawn, I heard him all night teaching" Ainun replied. "It looks like he's really worried right now" he continued.

Zafran let out a rough breath several times before starting to speak. "Honey, actually last night Boy came again," said Zafran. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you because I saw you were exhausted" he continued.

"Boy, what's the talk?" Ainun fixed his seat as if he wanted to listen to the words of the husband well.

"He didn't continue his proposal, he ...." Zafran's words were cut off when he saw Khaira coming down the stairs.

"You're awake, honey. You have a shift today?" Ainun welcomed the princess' arrival by pouring rice into Khaira's dishes along with her side dishes and vegetables.

While Zafran and Akmal now occasionally glanced at each other confused to talk how. Zafran knew that maybe Khaira had prayed istikharah last night, but what would happen if the one who worried him had now resigned?

"Emmm, Honey ...." Zafran's words were cut off when Khaira beheaded him.

"Papa, there's something Khaira wants to say."

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Elsewhere, Boy was sitting on the side of the bed where a middle-aged man was lying weakly on top of him. Such a pale face and such a thin body, made Biy's heart ache to see it.

Shortly after, a middle-aged woman with a young man entered the room.

"Boy?" The middle-aged woman looked at Boy with a look of wonder as well as disdain.

"Why are you here?" tanyakanya.

"Waiting my father" Boy replied, looking briefly at his aunt and then looking back at his father.

"Dad? Isn't he no longer your father? You should have been quietly in that obscure place." There was a belittling laugh from the middle-aged woman, not least with her son who also mocked.

Boy just threw a rough breath without wanting to turn his head towards the aunt let alone respond to his words.

"Wait a minute, don't tell me you came here for an inheritance? Oh, my boy, I can't believe you're so cunning, after all this time you've been gone, now you're back when you know your father's dying, right?"

Boy began clenching his hands to hear the babbling of the aunt who made his ears and heart feel hot. He tried hard to hold himself back so as not to be released, however, he still tried to respect the brother of his father even though he was always treated badly.

"Hey, Boy. Didn't you hear what I said? Remember well, you should never expect to be inherited a dime because my more entitled son, while you ...."

"Auntie, if Auntie's arrival here just wants to make a fuss, then go home, my father wants a break," said Boy disconnected the words of the Aunt.

"Hey, don't be rude to you as a parent" admonished David who didn't accept his mother's expulsion.

"You brash people, you may discuss the inheritance before my father." Boy's gaze now turned sharply to look at the two people beside him. "As long as I'm still holding back, please come out." Boy now pointed towards the exit as a code for them to exit immediately.

By putting on a face that was so unfriendly, accompanied by various swearing, the middle-aged woman and her son finally came out.

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"Dad, I found Boy's address. Let's go over there and ask Boy to marry me."

"Silvi, are you sure she will marry you?" Despite a slight hesitation, Silvi finally nodded.

"Silvi's sure, Dad."

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