I'm the One You're wasting

I'm the One You're wasting
Witma Conscious


Arash breathed a sigh of relief because Rose did not come to his house. "Alhamdulillah, Mama did not come to the house," muttered Arash softly while stroking his chest. "I'm sorry Ma, I was forced to hide this all from Mama first because I knew Mama would never agree if I married Witma." Guilt was indeed in his heart because only this time did he hide such a big problem like this. To both his parents including his extended family and can not be denied he did plead guilty in this matter. "I will wait for the right time, and will tell everything to Mama and Papa." He began to sit pensively recalling his debate a few weeks ago with both of his parents when he told him of his good intentions to propose to Witma.


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"Ma, Mum. I'd like to propose to Witma would Mama and Papa agree?" arash asked his parents. When they are watching tv. "Origin Witma must be Mama and Papa already know and what his current status is, so I don't need to explain it at length anymore," he immediately closed the point when he said it all without pause.


Rose who was peeling mango fruit for Andri spontaneously cut his finger because he was shocked not playing. "Didn't Mama hear Arash wrong? You want to marry that underage widow Witma? No, Mama and Papa will never agree." Rose shook her head forcefully while taking out a few sheets of tissue to wipe away her slight blood, as it was scratched by the knife earlier. "You're still single and Arash's virgin has a lot to do with you so, why do you want to marry Witma who is obviously a former person." He seems to completely disagree that Arash wants to marry Witma.


"Yes, here. What-Apaan you Ar, want to marry a widow. What does our extended family say we'll try?" sahut Andri replied to Rose while asking.


"Ma, Mum. Status is not an obstacle for me to happiness, Witma is a widow but for me it is not a problem." Arash chimed in on the words of his parents. "I'm sure, our extended family will also definitely accept my decision. Being married to a widow is no disgrace." He will continue to try to convince his parents until they agree. "Ma, I didn't ask for anything from Mama as well as Papa, I just wanted to ask for my blessing for my good intentions."


Rose stood up from her seat. "No Arash, I'd like to see you whenever Mama would never agree. Outside there are still many girls who are still sealed neatly you just choose to let Mama pin it for you," said Rose hoping Arash's stance falters. "You just choose Arash want a woman who is a career or a woman who is ordinary but guaranteed him from a distinguished family" he continued who still stands.


"Mending you don't have to marry Arash," said Andri who moved on from her seat. "If you're with Witma, because Papa will never approve of your relationship." He left because he was disappointed with the decision of what his son wanted.


"Please appreciate my decision for this time only Ma, because Witma was my first love from long ago until now." Arash wanted to try to speak from heart to heart hoping Rose could accept this decision. "Although Witma is a widow, but she is a very good woman Ma. I'm sure Mama will be very easy to open her heart and can immediately love her if she becomes my wife."


"Please select him and immediately cross your name from our family card Arash." Rose went after Andri after the sentence came out of her mouth.


At that time Arash was very disappointed, he did not expect that his parents were differentiating status and caste. "Oh Allah, why should such good intentions be hindered by blessing" he murmured softly.


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Until the clap on his shoulder made his daydream become scum.


"Remain outside?" asked Furqon who had patted Arash on the shoulder a few times quietly.


"Sister Furqon, just ngagetin I just got home from mushola. How's everything all done?"


Arash only replied in a way that was grinning, so that the row of white teeth was visible.


"I forgot to tell you that Witma was conscious from earlier, you tried to go in to explain a little about what had happened," Furqon said seriously unlike the one who was impressed jokingly.


"really? Then I go in first, brother," said Arash bidding farewell to enter want to see Witma.


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"What exactly is this all about, brother?" Witma had just asked Arash a question when she had just seen Arash's shadow on the door.


Instead of answering Arash instead said his greetings in a soft voice and did not forget he also asked the current state of Witma. "Assalamualaikum, wife. You're okay, aren't you?"


Witma forgot that Arash is now legally her husband, she then lowered her head while answering greetings. "Wa'alaikumussalam, I'm fine, but right now I need an explanation." At this time he did not know what he should feel happy or sad because suddenly Dina's cheerful face was dancing in the corner of his eye. Remembering his best friend was crazy about Arash.


"I only solved the problem that had plagued the recesses of my heart Witma by marrying you, although I had time to hide my identity but believe me I have no evil intentions. Instead I do this because this affection is getting more and more so that the pile of longing I can no longer express with a word." Arash said that because he sincerely loved Witma because of God. "Don't just because of this you'll hate your husband's Witma." He pointed at himself.


"No need to think about what is not important to Witma, because it is useless. The most important thing right now is that we are legal to be husband and wife even in my slightly wrong way." It turns out that Arash admitted that the way was wrong even though for the good. "I'm sincere if you want to be angry with me, as long as you don't intend to leave my life."


Witma who had an angry intention with Arash undo his intention because she felt a little pity for her husband, when she saw Arash's eyes had begun to glaze over. "What both parents brother Arash did not meβ€”"


"Sttt .. don't have to think about that, right now you have to think about how you can forget Design for me" Arash said.


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