He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 43 - A Warm Family

Ali walked past everyone who was looking at him. His gaze was straight and sharp forward where Boy and Khaira were standing.

The man's gaze now fell on the hands of Boy who was trying to break away from Khaira's hand even though it was so soft. Instead of not wanting to, holding it, Boy was just trying to keep Ali's feelings.

"Sorry, Bang," said Boy bowed.

Ali still glanced at Boy with a look of disbelief, it was clear if he was disappointed, whether on Boy, himself or even fate.

"Why did you take off Khaira's hand?" A question that Boy had never expected, now came out of the man's mouth.

"W-what?"

"I said, if you've decided to marry her, you should never let go of her hand, no matter what. You never know if I will act as a support or even a test for your household."

Boy silently stared in disbelief at Ali.

"Sorry, Bang," said Boy and then bowed.

"Why apologize?" tanya Ali but now it's Boy's turn to flinch.

Ali approached Boy until now he was right next to his ear.

"I should have realized early on that the special girl we were referring to was the same person. I should've hit you that day too for trying to threaten me with the word 'I'll marry your special girl if you don't wake up, ' you see now? God granted your prayer because words are prayer."

Ali whispered near Boy's ear and then retreated back with a smile on his face.

"Congratulations on your marriage, I've heard the story from Aunt Ainun. That is the soul mate, he will come at the right time, and as one who believes God's love destiny is always beautiful, I will not be discouraged by this."

Ali now reached out to Boy and immediately greeted each other, both shaking hands and hugging for a moment. Everyone was smiling to see their interaction.

"Thank you, Bang."

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The night after Boy's return to Zafran's house, Abah Rahman and Ummi Lina who already knew the story immediately came to see the grandson.

"God, Allahu Akbar, the secret of Allah is indeed extraordinary. You know, Boy, there's been some intention in your heart to match you up with this big brother's granddaughter, but after hearing that you already have a girl that you want to apply for, you're giving up, uh it turns out that the woman you were referring to was Khaira as well, Allahu akbar."

Abah Rahman hugged Boy with happiness and hariu. He did not expect his favorite santri was now married to his favorite grandson.

"Yes, Abah, Allah is indeed the All-Good One who has granted me this prayer so that I can marry a good girl like Khaira and have a warm family like this." Boy smiled at his wife and then turned to look at two elderly people in front of him.

They now enjoy their dinner together in a way that lesehan form a circle. The wives began serving their husbands by spooning food to their plates, including the new couple.

"Thank you, honey," Boy said after receiving food from Khaira, making the woman's face now meet red, brightly, this is the first time Boy called her that name.

They all enjoyed their dinner while occasionally exchanging stories. The atmosphere in Zafran's house now feels really warm.

"So, when are you planning on having a wedding reception?" ask Zafran.

"God willingly, Pa. We are still thinking about the right time" Boy replied.

"Good, it should be, the mouths of the neighbors here are hard to control like a ticking time bomb, we don't know when it's going to blow up if we see you guys always together while they don't know your true status."

"Yes, Pa,"

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"The girl's room is different, well," said Boy smiling as he looked at the pictures of his wife on the table.

Khaira just smiled and sat on the bed looking at her husband's activities.

Satisfied with all the photos of his wife, Boy now turned to look at Khaira who had smiled at him since. He walked over and sat down next to her.

The two looked at each other for a moment, but it ended when Khaira fell down in shame. It was silent for a moment in the room, but not with the hearts of the two of them hanging out in silence, if only it could be heard, perhaps the room would sound noisy at this moment.

"May I ask you something" asked Boy, after trying to normalize his heartbeat, making Khaira immediately raise her face to look at her husband.

"I was curious, when we first met in front of the ICU room, why didn't you greet me after that?"

Khaira seemed to remember for a moment the events of that time. "I'm sorry, actually back then I wasn't sure if it was Big Brother."

"Why?"

"Because of Big Brother's very different appearance, I'm afraid if I'm wrong people."

"I don't think you remember me anymore."

"No, Brother. There's no way I'm forgetting you."

Boy smiled at the answer from his wife. "Thank you for accepting my proposal, honestly, I still feel like it's a dream. The girl who saved me has now become my wife." Boy's hand is now raised touching Khaira's face which is now starting to meet red.

"May I ask, brother?"

"Here."

"How's the story until you're here and become Grandpa Abah's favorite santri?"

Boy fell, then began to tell the story of his life is so painful, until finally he decided to study in pesantren owned by people who had patiently taught him ablution at that time.

"I was about to give up when everyone left me, but I was grateful that God had brought a speck of despair into my heart, and I had no idea, through that speck of despair, that I was slowly becoming human again, feeling how to have a sincere friend in kindness, and a caring person, even through that speck of despair, I now meet you again until I finally marry you."

Boy's hand now grasps both hands of the wife and then kisses her slowly. Khaira's heart rippled to feel that beautiful and gentle touch.

The two's gazes were now locked onto each other as Boy looked back at Khaira. Slowly the man approached and kissed Khaira's forehead so gently. There was a beautiful feeling that they had only felt for the first time.

"I love you, baby, love you so much, from the past until now the feeling is growing," revealed Boy now with teary eyes and a feeling so relieved to have expressed the feelings he had been guarding for the first time.

Khaira smiled and kissed her husband's hand. "Me too, and I am thankful that God has kept that feeling up to this point" Khaira replied with a gaze that became blurry with happy tears.

Boy slowly rubbed Khaira's wet cheeks as tears escaped. "Can I hug you?"

Khaira nodded slowly. "Why ask? Ever since you said that sacred sentence in front of Papa, I have been all yours ...."

Khaira's words were cut off as Boy directly hugged her so tightly and made her heart seem to want to jump from being so shocked. But the longer, the shock turned into a very comfortable feeling.

Khaira smiled back and closed her eyes, feeling a warm embrace from the man who always made her feel safe and comfortable while at his side.

After so long harboring each other's feelings, now they can knit each other beautiful love and combine love so warm without worrying about sin accompanying them, and the rewards continue to flow to him.

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