
He ran small through the hallway of the boarding school. A soft, sweet smile brimmed beautifully on her cheerful beautiful face. The arrival of the Father is like an antidote to the discomfort that has been eating away at his heart these few days.
"Assynogaal?" He knocked on the door lightly before giving his greetings to everyone inside the office.
"Girlpool, Asri?" Ustazah Nur then stood up from his seat, bringing Asri inside.
"Yes Ustazah, I'm Asri." Said polite.
Ustazah Nur smiled kindly. He then brought Asri into the living room which had previously been a witness to the struggle of Ustad Vano chasing Ai.
Recalling that night, Asri could not help but smile.
"Come, meet your father." He said let her in.
"Thank you, Ustazah."
After that he went inside and saw a frail figure who was sitting uncomfortably on the sofa.
My father was a very simple man. He always dwells in the fields with Mom and rarely touches expensive items like this sofa. In the house they can only sit on the cement floor, eat with iron plates that are shatterproof and cheaper than plates made of glassware.
So, sitting in a foreign place and money like this is definitely making you uncomfortable.
"Assalamualaikum, Father?" Asri's soft voice immediately drew the attention of the Father from his discomfort.
"Waalaikumussalam, son?" The father stood up from his seat, hugging Asri longed because he had not met for a long time.
"Sir why the tumben came here, Mommy did not follow the Father?" Asri also missed her mother.
He shook his head looking not okay. Asri thought there must be something his father was thinking about and that might not be a good thing.
"Mother in the house lives with your Grandpa. They actually wanted to come but didn't fit because you only brought one motor here."
In their home there is only one motor, butut motorbike. This motorbike is often taken by Father and Mother to the market to sell vegetables.
"Mr.. hasn't eaten yet, has he?" The father looked pale and his eyes were more concave as if he rarely rested.
Paddy field work will not take time to rest, Asri sure.
"Mother can't eat, son. You always think of me." Said I forced a smile.
Asri also missed.
"I'm fine here, sir. I have many friends and no shortage of food. You don't have to worry about me anymore." Asri said comfortingly.
Your face becomes sad, "Son, I know you're fine here. I'm just worried you're refusing to come home."
"Yes, Son. You have to stop school here." Said the Father with a heavy heart.
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Asri's heart was pounding. He squeezed both his hands sick while wondering what was the cause of him having to stop school here.
"Why did Asri have to quit school here, sir?" Asri tried to hold back her sobs.
He didn't want to make you sad.
"Is it because Mom and Dad don't have any more money to pay, Asri?" It was purely because his family was unable and Asri was well aware of this truth.
"This is one of the reasons, son." Answer the Father in a bitter tone.
"The other reason is that the Father and Mother cannot pay debts to the Rome boss. You have sold our rice fields and left only one as a place to make a living. But it is still not enough to pay off our debts. If it doesn't get paid soon, the Romlah boss threatens to report us to the police, son." This is bad news.
"Then what should Asri do, sir?" Tanya Asri.
"Asri only had a potluck of money that Asri saved from the gift of Father and Mother. Does Asri have to go find a job to pay off our debts?" Asri thought this was the only way.
"Son, the Romlah boss doesn't want money, but he wants one of you and your sister to marry his son."
It was destroyed asri's heart. Without you to tell me the next news he knew if the reason he quit the cottage was because to pay off his family's debts. His sister certainly did not want to marry the son of the Roman juragan, which is why you came to bring him home.
Asri had no power to endure his grief. He cried, he cried in front of the Father because he was no longer able to withstand the pain in his heart.
"Did you marry Asri to her?" Ask pilu.
You cannot be sincere, because the son of the Roman juragan is famous for making trouble in the village and likes to drink too. Father will not be guilty of sending his daughter into the pit of destruction.
He shook his head in pain and despair. Seeing his daughter crying, he could not hold back his tears.
"I'm sorry, Son. Forgive me, Father." Please feel guilty.
"If you and your mother Ridho see Asri married to him then Asri sincerely, sir. Asri would not refuse to marry her. Perhaps this is the path that God has laid out for, Asri. Perhaps this is the path that God has destined for Asri and inshaa Allah..." Asri could not continue his words anymore.
He cried sobbing, squeezing his hands together to endure the pain of his broken heart.
"I accept everything."
Seriate...
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