Mahligai Love Zeda Humaira Emerson
MC Zeda Humaira #51 - Your life belongs to You My life belongs to me
"Dec, you'll find a companion for Jibril, yes. The rusty hunt the child will eventually become incomblo." Aira immediately laughed at Micheal's words, while Jibril seemed indifferent to Micheal's relentless ridicule just because he was not married.
After the event was over and all the guests were home, now they were all sitting together in the living room, spending time together and talking about things, joking and laughing together.
And now, to the topic of Jibril who never married at the age of 30 years.
Not because Jibril does not sell, many women who want to be his makmum, many parents who want to be his in-laws, but the man always felt it was not the time.
"Don't find a woman there, Ummi likes Indonesians, if necessary, villagers, aja" continued Ummi Firda but Jibril still reluctant to respond.
"Says..." Aira said as she glanced at the older brother. "He will only marry if there is a woman who would propose to him, Ummi."
"Astagfirulah..."
"It's natural.."
"La hawla wa laa quwata illa billah..."
Abi, Ummi and Micheal screamed simultaneously and it made Aira as well as Zenwa laugh amusedly, while Jibril just held back a smile.
"Self aware dong, Jibril. The women out there don't even want to glance at you who are rigid like a robot, let alone to propose to you," Micheal sneered.
"Heh, carelessly speaking," said Ummi Firda. "Jibril is the ideal son-in-law, there are many mothers who order him to be made a son-in-law."
"Astagfirullah, in order?" screeched Jibril with both eyes glaring perfectly.
All who heard the word order immediately giggled amusedly, and indeed that was their mother, ceplas ceplos in saying.
"You think our son's a cake to order?" Follow Abi Gabriel who also giggled amusedly.
"It's not so, Bang. But gini loh, many mothers whose name, Jibril already have a candidate what not yet. If not, they want to be married to their children, he said."
"Oh Allah, Ummi. Why should be ordered. There-there is," muttered Jibril while shaking his head.
"Keep, what kind of woman are you looking for, Jibril?" Ask Zenwa.
"Let's go, I don't have any special criteria, ma'am. I can't think about it either." Jibril replied calmly which made the two parents sigh heavily.
"If until next year you have not found a companion, we are looking for one" said Abi Gabriel. "Married the sunnah of the Prophet, the Prophet said, um what did he say, dear?" he asked his wife.
"Marriage is my sunnah, whoever does not practice my Sunnah, is not a part of me. So marry you, for I am proud of the multitude of my people (on the Day of Resurrection)." (CHR. Ibn Majah no. 1846, set aside Al Albani in the Lineage of Ash Shahhah no. 2383).
Jibril frowned at hearing the hadith read by his mother, he had known this hadith since adolescence, but for some reason he seemed to have realized the meaning of this hadith.
"I want to sleep." cried Aira then while yawning, today was a pretty tiring day for her, but today, today, it is, the pain can be a little forgotten with the busyness that exists also with the entire family.
While below, the Aira family is now back talking about Arsyad and Aira. Just like Jibril, Ummi Firda also Zenwa difficult to believe Arsyad so much to Aira, especially after knowing Aira was pregnant. But Abi Gabriel and Micheal have completely closed their hearts from prejudice against Arsyad.
"We don't need to contact them, let alone beg them to see Aira. Aira and the baby don't need people like that."
"Yes, Bi. I agree, that guy is a real asshole! Married secretly, until pregnant again his wife. Holding a party on the day of the divorce, she asks Aira to focus on her life because she wants to focus on her own. What more can one expect from such a man?
"That's it, stop talking about this" exclaimed Umm Firda. "We'd better stop talking about this because it's over. If Arsyad can focus on his own life without thinking about Aira, why can't we?"
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Kessokan...
Anggun again thought about Ummi Ridha's offer to return to teaching at Kindergarten. And actually he also wanted the same thing a long time ago, but he was still not ready to meet people there let alone they all certainly knew about Arsyad's divorce with Aira, but he was still not ready to meet people there, and they all know that there is Grace between Arshad and Aira.
But perhaps they still do not know, that Anggun was already his widow Arshad now.
Meanwhile, Arsyad went to school as usual. But now the gaze of the people to him is not unusual, he is still respected in front of him, but also in the ridicule behind him on charges of infidelity that he did with Anggun. Moreover, all this time they performed very well in public.
Arsyad knows that, but he can't do anything. To be clear, he doesn't know how to explain it.
When Arsyad was about to return home from school, Arsyad saw a child crying, he approached the child and comforted him like the way Aira entertained children, and that way always worked.
"Beautiful and smart kids can't cry, baby."
"But my toy was taken, hyks...." The boy pointed at the boy who took his toy.
Arshad called the boy. "Why did you take the toy?" Ask Arsyad.
"Neh, I don't like it, ugly mainannye!" the boy said, Arsyad smiled as he held the boy's head.
"Darling, there are no bad toys. All the toys are good, maybe you just don't like them. You're a boy, you must be an ugly doll in your eyes. But the doll is a good toy for women, next time do not do this. Pity him, so cry, right? And as a man, you can't make a girl cry, what if she's your sister? Or brother? Or Yourmama? Surely you don't want them crying?"
The boy was silent for a moment before finally nodding slowly.
Arsyad smiled and recalled Aira, Aira always knows how to comfort and calm children.
"Our son is very lucky to have a mother like you, Aira. Via really lucky."
After school, Arsyad went to Micheal's house because he wanted to ask what really happened and why he didn't want to talk to Via.
But when he arrived at Micheal's house, Arsyad had to swallow disappointment because there was no one there. Even the lights in the house were still on, a sign that they were not home.