Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 2: The Proposal.

If I could buy time, I wouldn't want to be in the current situation. We've never met, know already a proposal.

How is it possible, the father and mother seemed helpless, with the will of his future iron.

Although the heart was worried, Nur came out of the room as well. Wearing the clothes Nadya gave her. Participate in helping Nadya prepare all the needs, in welcoming guests who will come.

But his anxiety, guiding Nur Aini towards Farhan's mother. Maybe he will get an explanation, so that the fret he feels, can be reduced.

He had not yet revealed what he was sitting on his chest. Farhan's mother has preceded.

"Nur, forgive mom."

Nur hugged Farhan ma'am, wanting to ask her he puffed up. Apparently it was also a burden for Ms. Farhan. What was hidden by father/mother Farhan from me.

"It's okay, mom. I'm willing to."

"Thank you, son. May you find happiness."

"Mom can't tell me who she wants you to be. All I know is they're your father's friends. Who has been working in Oman for a long time."

"Do Nur have to come with them to Oman."

"It's not so, son. His son will marry you. He didn't go with his parents. He lives in Indonesia."

Then Farhan's mother busied herself back. Prepare everything neatly to the details. Sometimes punctuated by my niece's mess.

"Sir, can this be tasted?"

"Can."

Apparently tasting it wasn't enough one. After one is eaten, take another. Until the cake does not taste one jar only half.

Like, when I was a kid, it was like that too ....

"Noval, Novi .. The guest will not be part dong."

"He ... he .. he ..." one stalk was in hand, and they left.

Isya prayer has been completed. It seems that people have started to come down from the prayer area. Shortly thereafter the long-awaited guest arrived as well.

I don't know how many hires I brought. To the extent that Nadya and I have to go back and forth. Coupled with Noval and Novi who help with a carefree heart.

Apparently they are a big family, so 2 cars look full filled. I didn't know this was a proposal or a family visit. This is how many people are invited. Fortunately, I prepared a lot of dishes.

"Nur, here!" Mother called.

I walked up to him, sitting next to him.

After a warm conversation, like two families meeting. Finally the official event was clear.

A man carrying a beautifully wrapped parcel walked through the living room, where the men clutched towards the living room. Where we are, the women are gathered.

"Nur, stand!"

"Sir Nadya." I whispered softly to the older brother sitting beside me. I really doubt it, but I can't do anything about it.

Nadya's mom just patted me gently on the shoulder. Gave me strength. Though I felt that he was actually hesitant as well.

"Bismillah, Nur."

I ventured, to stand up. Approaching the man who had arrived first, in the middle between the living room and the living room.

I dare not look at that man. Either he smiled, either he was as agitated as I thought he was right now. With a cold lightening that started to come out on my palms and forehead. I don't know ....

Giving up the parcel, he whispered,

"Nur Aini fil Islam. You should have opened your veil. So I can see you. Didn't I come here to propose to you?!"

Subhanallah!...

Didn't I hear wrong. What's wrong with this guy. Even if what he said was true. But does he know, I'm still confused about my current situation. Just know no.

Yes if you can go to the wedding, if not ....

I think those words intimidated me.

Fortunately I wore a veil, so the look changed on my face, no one knew.

"When the time comes." I answered briefly. Then I turned my eyes to Nadya's smiling mother and mother looking at us.

Some people took that moment. Then, a middle-aged woman approached us,

"Bahrul, where's the ring. Let umi pin it!"

He reached into his pocket, taking out a small red box. Then open.

"Thank you, son, you have received a proposal, for our son." he said as he hugged me.From behind the veil, I smiled.

After that, we went back to each other's place. He went back to the living room. As for me leaving them all behind, back to my room. To put the parcel .

While calming my agitated feelings, by the words I had just heard from her lips.

"Nur ." Nadya's voice called me.

I saw that he was standing in the middle of the door, opening the curtain.

"Don't just be in the room. Meet them."

"Yes, Mommy."

I followed Nadya's steps. Allow guests to enjoy the dishes you have prepared.

I saw Hamdan waving to Nadya.

"Sir Nadya, it's called sister-in-law."

Nadya's mother looked over. Then I left those who spoke in sign language. I continued to accompany the guests to enjoy the dishes and chat.

"Nur, come with brother." While patting my shoulder.

"What's up, Ma'am?"

"Here you go, come along."

Inevitably, I followed his steps. Don't know where to take me.

Nadya's mother took me on a step, through the side of the house towards the veranda. There had been waiting for brother-in-law and Bahrul who were chatting casually.

"nr ... "call him. Looks like he's surprised. We both looked at us coming.

"I see you're not acquainted. I took the initiative to get you guys talking. No objection?" said Brother Hamdan.

"No" he answered lightly.

Turns out this, Nadya meant to bring me here. It felt awkward, I was in the middle of them. Moreover, Bahrul seemed to not care about my being by his side. Only occasionally did he greet me.

"Nur, you're still in college."

"Still Brother, it's about to be over."

"Oh ..."

That's all I've heard. Yes yes, yes already. No more chatter.

Almost silent without a sound.

But when Nadya and sister-in-law left us both. We just tried to chat that the purpose did not know.

"Why don't you open your veil. Now we're on our own."

"Should it?" I was surprised by this strange request.

"I don't really know the purpose of this match. All I know is, I don't want to hurt you."

"Is my sister uncomfortable?"

"I don't know how to. That's all."

"Why did you say that. And you approve of this application process?"

"How to be, those who want it."

"Then?"

"I'm lazy to talk about."

Hearing his confession, I didn't know what to do either.

"Sister, can we cancel. If you're uncomfortable."

"It's not that easy."

"Will my brother sacrifice me."

"Sacrificing you?" his tone was mocking.

"It is you who benefit from this match."

"What do you mean, Brother Bahrul."