Match With Ustaz Handsome
Calming the Candidate

"There's your future husband ahead, honey."

Arzu frowned confusedly hearing what Aunt Ayu said.

"Whose husband is she?" ask her with a frown.

"Yes your future husband - Azam," replied Aunty Ayu who immediately made Arzu pat her own eel.

"I forgot I had a future husband" Arzu said. Intan and Aunt Ayu who were sad to see Arzu sad, now they laugh amusedly. Arzu could have forgotten that she was about to get married, thought the two men.

"Yes, meet me first!" exclaim Aunt Ayu then. However, instead of coming out of Intan's room, Arzu climbed into the bed and hid himself under the covers.

"Arzu?" call Aunt Ayu.

"No, Auntie, just tell me I'm not here!"

Arzu said in a loud voice, and it was heard all the way to the living room, where Azam was sitting restlessly waiting for the future wife.

Intan's house was very small, so it was certain that she heard a voice from Intan's room.

Without a second thought, Azam immediately followed to Intan's room.

"Arzu?" call Azam gently, but he is still standing in the doorway.

"What?" sahut Arzu very tightly.

"Your husband-to-be wants to talk" Azam said.

"No way, just tell me it's not here." Azam almost chuckled at Arzu's reply, moreover this showed the girl was not aware of who she was talking to.

While Intan and Aunt Ayu can only hold an amused smile with the silliness of Arzu.

"Your future husband already knows you're here" Azam said casually.

Arzu who was under the blanket immediately frowned, he lowered the blanket that covered his head, he peeked and could only gawk at Azam who was now leaning on the door leaf. The man folded his hands on his chest, and somehow the demon possessed Arzu's eyes, but he saw Azam was very sexy now. Moreover, Azam only wears plain black shirts, and black jeans anyway.

"He really isn't Om Ustadz? How sexy is that?" arzu wondered.

"How, Arzu? Are you here now or not?" asked Azam sharply.

"There, Om," replied Arzu innocently, even that made Azam chuckle.

"You home? Papa you're worried."

Arzu immediately shook his head, even the look on his face had now changed.

"Why?" Azam asked in surprise.

"If I go home, surely Papa will say the same gini I can't do Arzu with your mama. Must be polite, Arzu. Papa knows you're sad, but don't be' . And blah blah blah ...."

Arzu imitated his father's words that would surely lecture him later, and Arzu hated the advice because she knew, Her father and sister were also disappointed in Mama Irene.

"Papa you are not wrong, every child should not say rude to his parents, Arzu," cried Azam.

"Ck, why do you even advise me?" arzu snapped in annoyance, and it made Azam stunned. "Mending you nasehatin aja that woman, so as to be a good mother. Not only did she come to apologize, but it also came only after her husband died."

Azam was back.

Husband dead?

"I think Arzu needs time alone, Zam," said Aunt Ayu. "Please understand him, yes."

"Oh, tell the woman to learn to be a good mother like her mother Intan" Arzu suddenly exclaimed. "Tante Ayu is dear to me, care, attention. While she's just busy with her new husband, out of her new husband's dead, she's busy taking care of her own son."

Now Azam understood, her dead husband meant that Arzu was her mother's second husband.

"Maybe karma times, yeah. That's why her husband died quickly," grumbled Arzu again, as if she still wanted to vent her feelings of regret to the mother.

Azam also beckoned Aunt Ayu and Intan to leave the room, the two women also obeyed Azam's wishes. And now, in that room lived Arzu who was still under the covers, while Azam still remained in his original place.

"Your mother wants to apologize, Arzu," Azam said softly.

"SLOW!" snapped Arzu and along with it his tears spilled again. "I've been waiting for him for months." Arzu wiped away her tears.

"Every day I sit at the door staring at the gate, waiting for him to come. Moreover, papa is busy in the office, Brother David does not return home. But he didn't come, never came even once."

Arzu's cry grew increasingly broken, but she tried to hold him back.

"I also brought the phone home to the room, I thought he'd call me and let me know. But he also did not contact me at all, it turns out he was busy taking care of the wedding as well as his affair, after which they went on their honeymoon. Though, we ... are still sick. But he's partying. "

Arzu said in a soft voice at the end of the sentence, the woman's lips twitched and sobs grew louder.

Azam was speechless, he did not know the incident turned out to be so sad like this. Now he could understand why Arzu's wounds were so deep and great.

In fact, Azam could not imagine what if it happened to him, or his sisters.

"I hate him, the pokonya I hate!" hiss Arzu. "I don't want to see him again, I want to see his face."

Azam did not prevent Arzu from saying anything, nor did he try to stop Arzu's crying. He gave Arzu the opportunity and time to vent the pain in his heart.

"He's really mean!"

"She's the worst mother in the world."

"I don't want a mother like that."

"I don't want to see her face again, I don't want to die!"

"He really has no feelings!"

Arzu's rant still continued, and Azam was still faithfully listening.

This time, he did not want to advise Arzu because that was not what Arzu needed. The advice that exists will Arzu consider as a resistance or pressure on her who is already depressed, and it will make Arzu more resistant.

After a few minutes, Arzu stopped babbling. His sobs had begun to diminish, and Azam still remained faithful to the girl.

"It's over?" azam then asked as he approached Arzu, he took the tissue box from the table and gave it to Arzu.

Arzu took some tissue to wipe away her tears and snot.

"Already," said Arzu then with a soft look that made Azam make a smile.

"Is there anything you want to say?" ask Azam again.

Arzu shook his head, only this time there was nothing to stop him from spouting out all those hateful words, until Arzu had no more such words to say. And for some reason, now Arzu actually felt a little calm in his heart. Like there is a reduced burden.

"Good, then let's go home and I promise papa you don't say anything."