I'm a Qualified Old Virgin
Because Nasab

Nafisa immediately entered the house to meet her parents. In his heart Nafisa felt very happy to get a visit from Ummi Rosyidah with her husband and son.

Flashback On, four years ago at boarding school XXX.

"Nnnh ...! Ummi, why?" nafisa asked when she saw Ummi Rosyidah sitting on the floor holding her head. His face was pale as if enduring an immense pain.

"Nafisa, please take Ummi home! Ummi's head feels dizzy. Being put on your feet feels like you're about to fall!" ummi Rosyidah.

"Alright, Ummi. Hold the same Nafisa yes, Ummi!" said Nafisa immediately put the arm of ummi Rosyidah on her shoulder.

Nafisa drove Ummi Rosyidah to the front of her cottage.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Nafisa when he arrived.

"Let's just go in, Nafisa. Ummi's husband is leaving" said Ummi Rosyidah.

Nafisa immediately opened the door of the ummi house and led her into her room. Nafisa helps Ummi Rosyidah lie on her bed.

"Nafisa please get Ummi's medicine in the drawer!" pinta ummi Rosyidah who is experiencing a recurrence of vertigo.

"Okay, Ummi!" replied Nafisa then did as ordered by Ummi Rosyidah.

"This is the cure, Ummi!" said Nafisa showed the medicine she had taken. "I'll get you a drink!"

Nafisa rose from her seat to the kitchen to pick up a glass and fill it.

As he was about to return suddenly the door of the next room opened.

Clamps!

A man came out of the room.

"We who?" ask Adam.

"I'm Nafisa. You who?" Nafisa asked back.

Adam did not answer and passed to his mother's room.

"Ummi why?" he walked into his mother's room.

"Adam, are you home?" ask Ummi.

"Yes, Ummi," replied Adam who had graduated from ponpes. He went back to his parents' cottage before leaving for Khairo.

"Alhamdulillah!"

Nafisa who heard that also understood that the man was the son of Ummi Rosyidah who had graduated from the son's cottage.

"Nafisa, this is Ummi's son. Thank you for bringing Ummi home. Just put the drink on the table. Let Adam take care of Ummi. Now you can go back to the dormitory," said Ummi.

"Okay, Ummi. Excuse um. Assalamu'alaikum," said Nafisa while putting the glass she had taken on the nightstand. After that Nafisa rushed out of the house and returned to her dormitory.

A few days later.

"Ummi, is it healed?" nafisa asked Ummi Rosyidah when she met at the princess boarding school.

"Nafisa, thank you for helping Ummi. Besides being beautiful you're a good boy Nafisa. Later if it is an adult insyaAllah Ummi match with ummi children huh?" kanda ummi in Nafisa who was still sitting on the bench Madrasah Tsanawiyah (SMP) final class.

"Ummi could have!" replied Nafisa while blushing.

The joke seemed to be imprinted on Nafisa's mind. Because, in his heart he admired the figure of Adam who, in addition to good looking, also knew if Adam was a righteous and obedient young man. Of course Nafisa knows that from the story of ummi Rosyidah who often tells of his son's achievements as our encouragement in studying in ponpes.

And, while delivering the ummi Rosyidah it was a coincidence and the first time he saw Adam, after that never again.

Off Flashback.

"Come, there's a guest in front. Nafisa's coach at the cottage visited with his family" Nafisa told her parents.

"What do you need, Naf?" Ask Ummi.

However, it is enough to make Nafisa's heart beat fast and feel in a state of turmoil. There is Adam too.

"Yes, let's go ahead, Bi!" ummi Syarifah.

Ummi and Abi Nafisa rushed out towards the living room. While Nafisa makes drinks in the kitchen for their guests.

Abi Imron and Ummi Syarifah graciously welcomed the arrival of the Ummi Rosyidah family. Not long Nafisa came while serving drinks for her guests. Then Nafisa went back into the house.

"So this is it, sir, Mom. Our arrival here in addition to wanting to be in touch, the second we want to make sure if Nafisa already there who preaches what has not? If not yet we intend to match your daughter, Nafisa to share with our son Adam. It just so happened that our son had already graduated college and was now teaching at the cottage. God willing, my son is ready for a household," said Ummi husband Rosyidah who conveyed the intention of their arrival.

Abi and ummi Nafisa immediately looked at. They were quite surprised to hear that.

"Before I would like to thank you for your good faith in conveying goodwill to our daughter. I am flattered that there is a righteous young man who wants to worship our daughter. I'm also convinced of your son's kindness. And, until now even Nafisa actually no one has been preaching."

"However, sorry I can't accept this ta'aruf request. Not because there is a shortage on your part, is it not. But we still cling to the principle of marrying our son to the same one. Our family is of Arab descent from the hadramaut of Yemen who has a kafa'ah nasab from the descendants of the Prophet of Fatimah Az-Zahra, and to keep the nasab unbroken then we try to keep marrying Nafisa to the young Arab who kafa'ah nasabnya same as us too. I'm sure you and Adam's son would understand that, wouldn't they?" abi Imron explained at length.

"Oh so it is. Well I understand. We respect your principles. If that is so we apologize for not knowing your family background well," said Rosyidah.

"It's okay, sir. I hope this does not create hostility between us. And, for Nak Adam please do not be discouraged in trying to find the right soul mate. I pray that in the future it will be easier to get the best soul mate from God" said Abi Imron.

Breath that heard it immediately shed tears. There was a sense of disappointment when he could not unite with the men he admired for a long time.

......................

After telling the story, Nafisa cried sobbing in Syifa's arms. Syifa also felt compelled to hear the story. He stroked the back of Nafisa to calm down. This had not been thought of by him before. Though he had given up Adam for his best friend, but apparently they could not unite as well.

Drrrttt drrrttt.

Nafisa's phone vibrated there's an incoming call. Nafisa looked at the phone screen, apparently her brother who called. However, Nafisa refused to answer him.

"Fa, you're the only one talking to my brother. Brother must have been told by ummi to persuade me. I don't want to talk to anyone, Fa. You're the one who talked to him!" pinta Nafisa's.

Syifa could only sigh heavily. Feeling compassion for Nafisa who was feeling very disappointed when her hope was broken just like that.

"Hello. Assalamu'alaikum, Brother. This is Syifa" replied Syifa picking up the phone from Ilham.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, how are you, Fa?" ask Ilham.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm good, brother. What about Ilham himself?" ask Syifa.

"Alhamdulillah, I am also good. Is Nafisa in your house?" ask Ilham.

"Yes, Brother. He's with me."

"Thank God then. He won't talk to me, will he?" ask Ilham.

"Yes, Brother. My breath needs time to itself. Give Nafisa a chance to think things through. I'm sure Nafisa will improve afterwards" Syifa said.

"Okay, Syifa. Please take care of Nafisa!"

"God willing, Brother. Can't you really marry someone who isn't of Arab descent, sister?" ask Syifa.

"No way, Syifa. Women (Sharifah) can only marry men (Sayyid). If not, it will be cut off there!" Ilham.

"That means Ilham must also marry a woman of Arab descent, dong?" ask Syifa.

"really. His advice is like that. But, for different men, men may marry in addition to the golongannya. So suppose I marry you as our son, he will follow me. The bloodline was taken from the male side. So it's okay," joked Ilham.

"..."

Hearing that Syifa immediately rounded her eyes. He also blushed to hear the parable presented by Ilham.

"Hello, Syifa. It's still there, isn't it?" ask Ilham.

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