Match With Ustaz Handsome
Trying to Understand

Ummi Umaroh can accept if Arzu is a girl who is bar-bar, and what is. But he could not accept the piercing words that Arzu said to the mother, the woman who had conceived and given birth to him.

This made Ummi Umaroh's heart a little shaky to continue Azam and Arzu's match.

Meanwhile, Azam and Arzu are now in a taxi, they are on their way home. And since then, no one had made a sound, suddenly the two felt awkward.

Azam did not try to melt the atmosphere, he was afraid that Arzu would be upset with him. In addition, he is also not the type of person who is good at persuading or or melting an awkward atmosphere.

Not long after, the taxi stopped in front of Arzu's house. The girl immediately jumped down from the car and ran into the house, Azam who saw it could only shake his head.

Upon entering the house, Arzu was greeted by the father with a warm smile. However, Arzu actually threw a cold face, especially when he imagined his father would throw a long advice.

"Mandi gih, after this we choose your wedding ring!" exclaimed the Father who made Arzu frown. "Papa thinks we're gonna waste time going to the jewelry store, so Papa's gonna order. We can choose the kind of ring you want from home." Further.

Arzu immediately turned to her future husband, and he remembered Azam's promise earlier.

"I promise you won't say anything."

"Bring first, Arzu!" exclaim Azam while smiling faintly.

Arzu immediately rushed to his room, and it made Papa Aji frown.

"Did she just obey her future husband now?" it was the middle-aged man's tease that made Azam blush.

"Thank you for Om wanting to fulfill what I asked for" Azam said later.

While on the trip, Azam did send a message to his future father-in-law so as not to discuss the problem of Mama Irene, or try to give advice to Arzu for a while.

"Om very grateful to you, Zam," said Papa Aji. "If Arzu leaves because of a snack, usually he just came home the next day. But now you can take her home in less than an hour."

"I'm just trying to understand Arzu's situation, Om," Azam said. "Oh yeah, I want to see ummi first."

"Yes, please. Your mother is in her room."

Azam nodded in understanding, he immediately went to the mother's room. "Assalamualaikum, Ummi."

"Waalaikum salam" replied Umm Umaroh. "Hows it? Arzu's going home?"

"Yes, Alhamdulillah." Azam closed the door tightly. "What's wrong? Why does Ummi's face look anxious?" ask Azam.

"Ummi was still shocked to hear Arzu's very sharp words to his mother, Zam, it was completely inappropriate to come out of a child, let alone to a woman who already conceived and gave birth to him."

"Ummi is right" said Azam, taking his mother to sit on the edge of the bed. "But Arzu has a reason why it could be like that, Ummi."

"There is no justifiable reason for a man to yell at his mother, Zam," Ummi Umaroh said. "Arzu is outrageous."

"Arzu was like that because he loved his mother, Ummi, too much" Azam said.

He also told what he had heard from Arzu carefully, so that his mother did not consider Azam to justify Arzu's actions.

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While on the other hand, Mama Irena opened a small box containing a fancy necklace inside.

"You must be so beautiful if you wear this, dear," muttered Mama Irene.

The butterfly-shaped diamond necklace he bought on Arzu's first birthday, he bought a pair. One for him, and one for Arzu.

But of course the baby can not wear diamonds, so he intends to give the gift at Arzu's 17th birthday, but Arzu never wanted to celebrate her birthday again after the divorce of her parents.

Even so, Mama Irene still gave the gift, but Arzu actually threw the gift into the trash can right in front of the face of Mama irene's eyes.

Mama Irene's tears fell remembering that day, her heart was so sore, sore, like being torn to shreds.

However, he could not blame Arzu because it happened as a result of his own actions.

"Mama?" Mama Irene immediately wiped her tears when she heard Syaira's voice.

"Yes, honey," said Mama Irene.

"Saila lapal," the little boy whined as he held his stomach.

"Oh, is Syaira hungry?" kekeh Mama Irene while putting her necklace box.

"What is that, Mama?" ask Syaira curiously.

Mama Irene stared at the box then took her necklace back. "Well, that's pretty!" shaira exclaimed with sparkling eyes.

"Mama's got two necklaces like this, one's Mama's. Love for Brother Arzu," said Mama Irene. "If this is for Syaira, Shaira will not?"

"You, Mama!" The little girl replied without hesitation, making Mama Irene feel so moved.

"And Arzu also received this gift like you, Shaira."

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After hearing Azam's explanation, Umm Umaroh's heart softened again on Arzu, even now he sympathized with the little girl.

When children make mistakes, there are times when not to question their attitude to the child. But, try to ask his parents, what he has done until the child becomes like that.

Ummi Umaroh feels Arzu and Mama Irene open their eyes, that the child is not always wrong for their actions.

It was late afternoon, Auntie was busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. Because there were more people at home, he cooked more.

"Bi, my ice cream is still there, isn't it?" shouted Arzu who was now walking into the kitchen.

"It seems there are still many, Non," replied Bibi while pitting soup in the pot.

"Kook at me anyway, Bi? Check dong," whine Arzu.

The girl is now sitting in a chair in the kitchen, she is busy playing games while Auntie has to check the ice cream stock in the refrigerator.

"There's still a lot, Non," Auntie said.

"Yes fetchin" pinta Arzu.

Aunty also took a cup of ice cream and gave it to Arzu, along with that, Azam to the kitchen with a gift box from Mama Irene.

"What's the other day, Arzu?" asked Azam while sitting on the chair in front of Arzu.

"As Om saw," replied Arzu sarcasm.

Azam could only stare a smile before finally exploding the gift box in front of Arzu. "Gift for you" said Azam.

"What's it say?" ask Arzu.

He was about to open the gift, but Azam suddenly said, "I don't know, it's from your mother."

As Arzu's countenance changed, he stood up with the gift box. At first, Azam thought Arzu would take him to the room.

But what Arzu did was beyond belief.

"NON ARZU?" bibi screeched because Arzu threw the gift box into a pot filled with soup.

Azam could only gap, Aunt immediately turned off the stove. While Arzu breezed away while enjoying his ice cream.

"Astagfirullah," muttered Azam while stroking his chest.