Match With Ustaz Handsome
Happy News?

A few days later ....

According to his advice and Om, Azam prayed istikharah to get an answer from Pak Aji's application. He did that every night, and all the clues seemed to lead as if he had the blessing to marry Arzu.

Azam was also honest with his mother about the Arzu family background, as well as the nature of the girl.

In fact, Azam also told him that Arzu had hired him by giving him a fake address. In fact, the house that Azam was looking for was Arzu's own house.

Ummi Umaroh of course grimaced to hear the story, especially when Azam continued the story. "If he goes outside, he uses a big motorbike like his son om Malik, Ummi."

"Huh? That ninja bike?" pekik Ummi Umaroh's.

Azam nodded weakly.

"But I'm sure, she's actually a good girl, Ummi, Arzu just needs a little direction." Azam took it seriously.

"Unique as well, yeah." It is precisely that sentence that came out of the lips of Ummi Umaroh.

"Hehe yes, unique." Azam chimed in because that was what he felt when he met Arzu.

"Then take the girl home, or take Ummi to see her family. After all, the one who formally proposed it was the man's side."

"Ommy?"

Azam looked at the mother in disbelief, while Umm Umaroh just threw a thin smile.

To be honest, she desperately wanted the graceful sholehah woman and the pesantren graduate to be Azam's wife. Especially now Azam is the caretaker of the Madrasah school family, of course he needs a companion in line.

However, this was the first time Azam had talked about a girl to his mother. And Azam's eyes sparkled every time he mentioned the girl's name, as if his eyes told him that Azam's heart wanted the girl.

In addition, Ummi Umaroh knows, being a sholeh is a choice, can be learned and also depends on the environment. So, he believes Arzu will also be a good Muslim later.

...🦋...

"I said I didn't want to!" firmly Arzu with a sullen face.

Every day the Father talked about his betrothal to Azam, and every time Arzu said he would not. But his father insisted on still wanting to betroth them for the reason Arzu refused the match was ridiculous.

"Find another man, I don't want to live in the village, Papa!" Arzu said with great emphasis. "If necessary, look for one from abroad. That'd be better."

"The village of Azam is good, Arzu," the father persuaded.

"No way, Om Ustadz doesn't have a regular job. How will I live?" Arzu started whining in annoyance.

His father had opened his mouth to seduce Arzu, but suddenly his phone rang.

A smile rose on the middle-aged man's lips as he knew who was calling him.

"Hello?" answer after answering the call.

"Assalamualaikum, Om, it's me, Azam."

Mr. Aji gave a smile hearing Azam's voice.

"Yes, Om knows." He answered while glancing at Arzu who had now entered his room just like that, the girl stomped her feet, insisting she was very upset.

"Oh yeah, did you talk to your mom?" Mr. Aji asked excitedly, he also very much hoped Azam's answer would match the answer he wanted.

"Here you go, Om," Azam replied. "Alhamdulillah, Ummi agreed. Besides, I agree, Om."

Azam's voice sounded low at the end of the sentence, as if the man was being timid right now.

While Arzu and David's father was just stunned, he could not believe his hope could be achieved.

"I and Ummi are going to Jakarta to propose to Arzu Om directly," added Azam who immediately made Pak Aji feel overwhelmed.

"Seriously, Zam?" ogre.

"God, Om, tomorrow morning we'll be there."

"Alhamdulillah, Om really happy, Zam." Mr. Aji could not hold back his happiness, even the middle-aged man's eyes glazed over, feeling moved because now the princess was about to get married.

"But does Arzu agree, Om? I wouldn't have meant him if Arzu refused."

"The boy certainly agrees," argued Mr. Aji quickly. "Somebody likes you handsome."

The sound of Azam's small laughter from across the phone made Mr. Aji laugh.

"Vid, Azam will be here tomorrow with his mother!" exclaim Pak Aji girang.

"Why what?" david asked confusedly.

"You proposed to Arzu."

"Astagfirefull!"

David immediately beristighfar while stroking his chest to hear the news.

"Kok even istighfar, Vid? This is the best news of the year" said Mr. Aji.

David sighed heavily then asked, "What did Papa do with my friend until he proposed to Arzu?"

Mr. Aji who heard the question of course immediately looked at his son sharply.

"No-one, Vid, you think Papa wants to threaten or plead, do you?"

"Who knows how to use pellets!"

"This kid!" Mr. Aji immediately took the clapping of his son's head in annoyance, making David grimace immediately.

"But Arzu rejected the match, Pa!" david held his ship that was hit. "We can never understand Arzu, right?"

"Remember, now Papa has a way to get her married to Azam."

...🦋...

Arzu was really upset by his father about his match with Azam. And to avoid his father, as well as to entertain himself, he went to the race.

"Don't race again, Ar!" Intan persuaded his friend gently. "The reward is also just a used mountain bike."

"I'm not interested in the prize" Arzu said. "I need an impingement now."

The girl put on her helmet, preparing to jump into the field directly. Without him noticing, his helmet was not properly fitted.

Intan can no longer do much, he can only hope Arzu is fine during the race.

All participants are now lined up, their bikes are ready to go at the highest speed to win the title. Except for Arzu, the girl just wants to find a different sensation, which can distract her thoughts and feelings.

A girl dressed in scanty clothes stood in front of the riders, holding a flag and counting cues.

"One!"

"Two!!"

"Three!"

"GOS!"

All the participants immediately drove their motors with enthusiasm, accompanied by the boisterous voice of the audience who shouted the name of their respective heroes.

Arzu's name was also heard from some onlookers, making the girl even more excited.

However, suddenly the phone in his pocket rang making Arzu a little surprised, moreover he never brought his phone during the race. But this time he forgot to take his phone out of his pocket.

Arzu ignored the ringing of the phone, and he enjoyed a wild race on a cold night. Until suddenly he slowed down the speed of his motorbike because his phone kept ringing.

Arzu answered the call that turned out from his brother without stopping the speed of the motor.

"Hello?" arzu exclaimed in a loud voice.

"Arzu, where are you?"

"At busy, brother. I'll call again!" Arzu yelling.

"Arzu, Papa has a heart attack. Now in the hospital."

"WHAT?"

BRUUUGHHHHH

The surprised Arzu suddenly lost focus until he fell off his bike.