HIJAIYAH LOVE
Han's Proposal Denied

" Tok.tok.tok.tok.." a young man with a diaban face was standing behind the door, Sinta's house. Dress neatly with a rose in her hand.

" Who would have a guest at night" said Sinta's mother, hurrying to open the door.

" Maybe an important guest ma." replied papa Sinta.

The middle-aged woman opened the door, "check."

" Assalamu'alaikum, good night auntie, um is there?" asked the young man who was none other than Hanafi Abdillah.

" Wa'alaikumussalam, yes. Who are you?" replied Sinta's mother at once asked.

" Oh sorry Auntie, introduce my name Hanafi Abdillah, I came here because there is a need with om and aunty." said the young man politely.

" Let's go in !!" Hanafi went inside.

A middle-aged man who was wearing a casual trouser suit, walked over to his guest.

Hanafi stood up and stretched out his hand, the middle-aged man in front of him replied.

" Assalamu'alaikum, I am Hanafi Abdillah om."

" Wa'alaikumussalam, if you may know the meaning of the arrival of young people here what??, and you who?" ask Himawan, Sinta's father's name.

" Can I sit down?" ask Han back.

" Oh sorry to forget, yes please sit young !!" Himawan.

Himawan's wife Rania goes to the kitchen, making drinks for her guests. Sinta, who happened to be drinking water in the kitchen, asked her.

" There are guests, who make tea" asked Sinta.

" Yes, I want a guest, I don't know if you also just met him now, he said there is a need with the same mom papa, if it's not wrong he said his name Hanafi who ya forget." answer Rania.

" Uhukkk." Sinta who was downing the water suddenly pushed it out. Making wet around.

" Who is Hanafi?" tanya Sinta glared at her, shocked.

" Yes, why are you so surprised. Do you know him?" tanya Rania stirred her homemade tea.

Not answering her question, Sinta rushed into the room. Change into a more comfortable outfit.

" Gosh, I thought Han was just kidding, is it true that he's here to propose to me?" muttered Sinta curiously.

Rania shook her head to see the princess pass by without answering any questions from her.

" Please drink son !!" rania said, putting a cup of tea in front of Hanafi, the other in front of her husband.

" Thank you." said Han.

" Emmm, I was sorry if I came here, it might surprise me and Auntie. Is there a love ?" asked Han to vent.

" Yes there, a little auntie call me." answered Rania passed to the princess' room.

Finding the princess's room open and looking neatly dressed, Rania smiled looking at her.

" Well, some are in apeli nih." Rania teased the princess, her voice surprised Sinta.

" There's someone looking for it." said Rania.

The mother and son walked into the living room.

" Good night, Sin." said Han thrusting a bouquet of roses in front of Himawan and Rania.

" Thank you Brother Han." said Sinta blushed embarrassed, then sat in the middle of her parents.

Hanafi took a deep breath to start the next conversation that made his heart dag dig dug.

" So om, aunt, my intention here is to propose to princess om, Sinta" said Han a little nervous.

There was a smile on Himawan's lips, the papa Sinta.

" Young man, earlier om sorry, if you may know what your job is, and where are you from? who are your parents?" sahut Himawan chases Hanafi with various questions, which further adds to the nervousness in him.

" Athaghfirullah, I thought it would be as smooth and smooth as the pole, turned out to be my misinterpretation." A cold sweat started greeting Hanafi while muttering inwardly.

" I'm just a teacher at the pesantren om, I'm also just a regular University graduate, in Cairo. My father is dead only the mother is still there." Hanafi replied feeling inferior when asked about his proposal.

" Oh good too, foreign graduates. So why not try to apply in a better place than just in a small boarding school." Umuh Himawan asked back.

" Maybe for some people, my job is not too much money, but for me this is a really amazing job and I am very grateful. I can share the knowledge I have and gain the blessings of my work. Sorry if maybe my answer is less pleasing to the heart of om and aunt." said Hanafi loudly.

Although actually at that time Hanafi was a little disappointed by papa Sinta's question, but he still tried to patiently answer the question of the middle-aged man before him politely.

" But pa, Brother Han also often hosts events in every Tausiah and certain events. His name is quite famous also pa." timpal Sinta defended his worship man.

" I appreciate your courage young man, but sorry, let Sinta pursue her career first." reject Himawan smooth.

There was a hue of disappointment in Han's heart that night, his smile was bland.

" Thank you for the answer, I resigned. Wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakaatuh." concluded Hanafi stood up and resigned.

Seeing the man she loved leaving in disappointment, Sinta cried to see him.

" Bad papa hikssss." said Sinta as she ran to the room shedding her tears. Rania who was looking at all that in front of her eyes. Can only be silent. Although in his heart he also liked the young man just now. But I dare not argue with my husband.

Rania stood up to go to the princess's room, but Himawan stopped his steps.

" Papa knew my mother was disappointed with my decision. But papa did all this for Sinta's good. I received a proposal from Mr. Hendrik, a few months ago. He wanted me to marry Sinta to his son Leo." Himawan said.

" Why papa just said it, should say before our daughter loves someone else. Papa did not see how Sinta's expression was when mama said the name of the young man who was looking for her. She was so happy pa, now look, she turned sad." replied Rania passed leaving the husband with a disappointed face.

In the rubbing of the head of the princess who was buried her face behind a pillow. Advise him slowly, in order to understand Himawan's intentions.

" Sinta is patient, baby, maybe too suddenly for papa, give papa time to think. If you are indeed a match, it will definitely be reunited." Nasehati Rania to her daughter.

Sinta just continued to sob and did not answer the words of Rania, he felt sorry for Hanafi. He was clearly disappointed by the look on his face.

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**Note: "Never judge a person by his appearance, wealth and social status, because that is not a benchmark in judging and setting a benchmark. The sustenance, the soul mate, death are all written by Allah Azzawajala in the far reaches of Mahfudz. If God willed nothing would be impossible."

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