Match With Ustaz Handsome
So, Accepted Or Not?
Although Arzu said he would come home early in the morning, he certainly never held his own words. As usual, he woke up from his sleep when it was noon. In fact, Intan had already gone to the campus.
"Eat first, Ar," said Bu Ayu before Arzu left.
"What cooking, Auntie?" asked Arzu while pulling the chair.
"Sop-cooked auntie, same fried tofu."
As if in his own house, Arzu immediately ate without hesitation while chatting with Bu Ayu who was like his mother. In fact, he added twice, as if the simple menu was very tasty.
After he finished eating, he immediately rushed home, making Bu Ayu only able to shake his head.
"May one day you have a good partner, Ar," he muttered as he watched Arzu's motorbike leave his yard.
Arriving at home, Arzu was greeted by his older brother and father with an uncharacteristic expression. And he did not see Azam there.
"Where's the handsome Ustadz, Pa?" ask Arzu.
"Have been home since this morning" replied the father. "Maybe it's home by now."
Arzu just nodded in understanding.
"It's noon, is everyone skipping work?" chirps Arzu then.
"That's totally okay, right?" the father replied, he immediately pulled his daughter, took her to sit on the sofa. In fact, he continued to throw a meaningful smile.
While David looked lethargic, the man was still in his pajamas, a sign he had not taken a bath since morning.
"I smell the smell of a charade." Arzu squinted her eyes at her father, clearly her father's behavior was very suspicious and her brother's expression worried her.
"No, no one is bored" said Mr. Aji. "Emc ... Arzu is serious about saying you want to be a wife and a mother?"
"Yes," replied Arzu at that very second, as if he did not need time to think.
"Then Papa found one of David's best friends who could be your husband, honey?"
Both of Arzu's eyebrows immediately rose to hear the father's words, even his mouth was immediately opened.
"Which one? He handsome? How old? Own your own company or still work in your family's company?" cecar Arzu's.
"That's all you have in mind, Ar?" ringis David's.
"Well, what else, brother? I need a guarantee for the comfort of life." Arzu said without hesitation.
Though, without realizing it, actually what he wants is opposite to what he needs.
During this time, Arzu lived perfectly materially. But he always felt that there was less and less, but because only the material and material he had, he finally thought that it was what he would always need.
"This is the best of the best, baby!" exclaim Mr. Aji with spirit.
"Oh yeah? Who?" Arzu looked at the father seriously, even he straightened up, as if ready to accept his decision.
"Azam."
"Huh?" peeked Arzu when he heard the father mention the name.
"Yes, Papa wants you to marry Azam. He's a nice guy, who's polite, considerate, and who sure is he's handsome, right?" Mr. Aji looked at Arzu expectantly.
"He's handsome, but that doesn't mean I'm interested in marrying him."
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"So Azam lied to all of us?"
"No lie at all, Hafsha," Azam quickly denied.
Currently, he is at home in his village. He was greeted warmly by his mother who was commonly called Ummi Umaroh, his two younger brothers, Zain and Hafsha.
There is also Om and Aunt Azam, and two younger cousins who are also teenagers. Hasan and Hanif.
"Loh, he said to Jakarta just want to attend his friend's wedding. How can you, go home and bring news proposing to people's children." Hafsha squinted his eyes at the older brother. "Sir Azam secretly has a city guy's girlfriend, huh? Oh, my shit."
"Not pretty, brother?" ask the 15-year-old Zain. "I want dong to have a sister-in-law in town."
"Are they like the ones on TV-TV? It must be pretty and white." Hasan.
"Keep if Azam married a city person, where will he live?" ask Hanif.
Azam grimaced at the cruel accusations of his brothers. He looked at his mother with compassion, hoping to find a defense. But what he got was just the opposite.
"Why aren't you being honest if you already have a dream woman in town, Zam?"
"Astagfirullah, O Allah. Ummi ...." Azam looked at the mother with anxiety.
He did tell her about Mr. Aji's proposal, but none of his family believed that he was indeed proposed. They all accused Azam of going to Jakarta to propose to his girlfriend.
"I really don't propose to people's children, it's me who is proposed." Azam half whined, especially now that his whole family compactly accused him of lying.
"Really?" the mother asked, looking at Azam seriously.
"Yes, Ummi, I'm not lying" Azam said.
Everyone looked at each other, and of course they still doubted the authenticity of the Azam story.
"Ooh, I became reminded of the story of Sayyidah Khadijah who proposed to the Prophet," said Hafsha suddenly. "If it is Kak Azam who is proposed, surely the woman is shy and quiet, Sis?"
Shy and quiet?
Azam met many people during his 30 years of life in the world, and to him, none were more absurd than Arzu.
"She .. is not a quiet woman" Azam's great-grandson. "She's very active, not a shy girl and ...." Azam hung up his words, thinking back to when Arzu left midnight fearlessly. "She's a brave girl too."
Everyone looked back at each other when they heard Azam's story, and now they had imagined their own version of active and brave girl.
Some think Arzu is active in the sense of working, socializing, learning, and doing other good things. There are also those who think Arzu is brave in the sense of not being afraid to reveal the wrong thing, and not being afraid to defend what he thinks is right.
"According to Ummi how?" azam's great-grandson.
"Ummi is up to you, Zam" replied Ummi Umaroh. "If you feel that woman can be a good companion, make yourself better too, yes accept."
"That's it?" Azam seemed to doubt.
"Perform Istikharah prayers when in doubt!" exclamation Omnya. "Make getting married only once in a lifetime, so make sure you're very confident in your decision."