MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
# Episode 22. She's your future wife

* Fathin

He was confused about what was going on. I don't know if he should be happy and happy. Because the negative assumptions about the family are usually so selective and thorough about one's background, finally refuted by the warm welcome and wellcome he received.

Or should be sad and gloomy because that sign is no longer a reason for him to reject the decree of the forger.

Witnessing the euphoria that still lives in the palace house because of the ridiculous decision bang Yusuf, practically makes it more helpless.

Even when his sincere hands and hopeful faces asked him to accept Joseph and make him change into a better person, He couldn't even find the right equivalent to just say "sorry, I don't deserve this family!"

"From now on, this house is open at all times to you, whenever you want to come, Fathin." Tiana said as she asked to go home.

"Don't kapok yah! The house is brisik because there are many children." Imbuh Mbak Meisya chuckled.

"He's really good, just since mom wasn't around, Joseph turned a fool with anything. So, Ma'am hope you can help him change even better." Pinta mbak Citra while he was enjoying the dishes served to him. He smiled as an answer.

"Bak sure, Fathin's deck must be a good girl. You are beautiful, obedient, courteous, gentle and loving. You can see it from your eyes, your face and your attitude. If you can guess, you will have to follow what Yusuf wants?" He guessed that Sarah was telepathic, had a sixth sense, psychologist or something.

The neatly-veiled woman could properly pass judgment on him. Beautiful, submissive, bla bla bla. If it is beautiful, good and others it is relative. But if the obedient? that's the best, he thinks.

"Yes, I am obedient, now the proof. I want ajha to obey the ridiculous orders of this flat-face." His eyes closed while glancing at the face of the grim who was seriously driving.

It was a dilemma when He came home to the person who in an instant, He had paid his respects to him. With great authority, Wahyu said,

"I've waited so long for this day. I want someone to change it. All this time I've been quite dizzy with all his stupid behavior. I hope you are the right person for this. I expect a lot."

Like a heavy burden placed on his weak back, he was unable to answer yes or no.

Not to mention the wide variety of plain requests of adorable little children.

"Aunty wants yah to be her bobok uncle, Kiki kasian uncle if bobok alone continues to have no friends."

"I would tell all my friends that I have a beautiful aunty."

The twins Shafa Marwah even until promised all will be good children, obedient and will not be troublesome if He grants both requests.

Thinking of everything he had just experienced, his brain instantly did a flashback. A week ago he was still so happy, enjoying every process he experienced.

Being a freshman, job applications at Bang Fadhil's new cafe were disallowed, mixed feelings at the inaugural ospek moment, as well as the excitement of his collaboration with three other R-bink genk personnel.

Until finally he met the Forced, who then broke all his beautiful dreams into a nightmare, making him trapped there and helpless to return to his conscious. It's like a paradox, weird but real.

"Think what?" The heavy voice that was still echoing, instantly broke his daydream. He realized the car was stopping at a red light.

He sighed softly before answering.

"Ng_no!" Slightly stuttered he replied while shaking his head. His face was to the left of the car. Watch the cars that come to a stop.

"You're still shocked at my family?" Yusuf chuckled and looked at him intensely, who now turned back to look at the handsome face. It seems like the right time to express all the uneg-uneg that had made him mad.

"Ck, it's not about that!" He clucked slowly and turned back his face forward because he was unable to look at the eyes as sharp as the eagle belonging to Joseph bang, which seemed to be about to penetrate his heart.

"Why did you play to the point like that?" Further. This time his face bent a little.

"I don't like pleasantries!" Sahut Yusuf also shifted his gaze forward because the vehicle in front had started to move slowly.

"Yes, but you can't take a gini seurgent joke. Marriage is not a joke. Marriage is sacred. We must be very careful to choose a life partner, because we will not only be together a day, but a lifetime." It clearly reflected a little of the emotion that was filling his chest cavity. Her joint beads even go glassy.

"Why? you have a bad past? or a mental disorder? or a contagious disease?" This guy can never be talked to seriously. He sizzled slowly in the face of the man's foolish attitude.

"That's not it, brother. But a__"

"Slips, bebet, weights again? Come on! I chose you because I've found out everything about you."

"_meaning?" He nodded in not understanding.

"I've searched all about you through your funny friend. I like his son's cooperative."

He could immediately guess who Bang Yusuf meant. In his heart he slightly regretted the attitude of Akram who likes the origin of leaking without filters and confirmation.

"You've met my family and they've all received you well.what else?"

"Lecture? I won't ban you."

"Trus, your parents?abis graduation I'm going there to meet them."

"But I don't know why you chose me. Brother is too perfect, want to be highlighted from any angle, and I'm not__,"

"You're kind, patient, gentle, loving, intelligent, beautiful, polite and the last but not least, my family likes you." Bang Yusuf interrupted his speech before He finished his words.

"That's because they don't know how my family is. We're both so different and ahh, why can't you understand?" Her beautiful face is now turning sad.

The man suddenly pulled his vehicle over the shoulder of a not-so-crowded road. Staring at him a little sharp plus a jaw that looks firm.

"You don't know anything about my family. So stop judging them by your standard of negative thinking, can you?"

He bit his lips. Guilt and bad feelings rule it. His two hands crushed each other trying to withstand the usual fear of dominating.

Kubangan on the eyelids that he had previously held, now can no longer remember there. Unstoppably her tears finally escaped just like that.

"Ma_forgive me, brother. I_I don't mean that. A_I just don't want Sister Niesel later. Hikss.. hikss!" He couldn't hold back his sobs now. As if to spill all the anxieties and doubts that are still scattered in every corner of his heart. It truly represents an undefined sense.

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* Yusuf

Although he is ignorant and never cares about anything, but he is very sentimental about something related to his family.

For some reason Fathin's words that judge his family a little negative, his ego suddenly pinched. He immediately showed his disrespect. Giving a reassuring answer and a sharp look to that face. But soon he felt guilty as the girl apologized and sobbed.

His heart jolted, could not bear to see the sad face was sobbing. Without excuse, he grabbed the girl's shoulder and carried her in his arms. Scented the soft fragrance of Fathin's hair that pierced through the hijab she was wearing. His heart warmed.

Fathin's still sobbing in there. He left it without any intention of letting go. Letting the girl calm down with her cries.

In his heart he laughed, realizing that the girl had not rejected him. Perhaps it was because he was too late in his sadness to not realize that he was hugging him at this time. The real definition of the term is to label opportunity in narrowness.

"Will it be here?" Suddenly he realized that Fathin had to go to a makrab event.

"Ma_sorry, Brother, A_I I'm not __,"

"Is it calm now?" He interrupts the girl's speech to remove her sense of security.

"U_already, a little!" Fathin stuttered while wiping the face from the rest of his cries. Tidying up his hijab and sitting position.

"Slightly kok?"

"When I was fighting with your head for almost an hour, the quiet time was just a little?"

"What the hell?" The girl seemed to blush. Subduing his face to the left along with a red tinge on his cheek.

"Do you want to be early in the morning to calm down a lot?" He smiled wryly still wanting to tease the girl.

His eyes were still reluctant to turn away from that red face. Making Fathin look deeper, hiding his blushing face.

"Don't look!"

"Why? who's the one who's been bidding?" He even further increased the rhythm of Fathin's discipline by leaning his elbow on the handlebars, supporting his head who was smiling knot towards the face that was getting deeper down. This time he really wanted to tease the girl.

"His eyes don't keep coming here, dong! Shame on!" Fathin shook his head repeatedly while covering his face with both of his palms.

He was getting anxious and had no intention of ending this ridiculous scene. Yeaah, obviously laughable to him, because scenes like this usually happen to young couples who are in a drunken romance. Not at his age who almost stepped on the head of three.

"Who told me to have a pretty face."

"Don't be dreadful, it won't work." With both hands cupping his face.

"Yes, if you don't have his face closed, don't close it!"

"No way!"

"If it's not opened, I'll kiss it." Suddenly a prank idea pranks the girl.

"Huh, i_iya yes I opened. Don't.don't kiss! Don't please! Father alike Mother would be very sad if I embracei. Please don't, brother!" Slightly hysterical Fathin opened both of his hands. This time he changed his hand to protect the right cheek. His face was turned to the left.

Pppffffttt

He's holding back the laughter. The funny scenery in front of him now because Fathin's frightened expression made him increasingly challenged to prank the girl.

"Who said kissing could make you pregnant?" His smile is widening.

"Mi_mitha said that."

"And you believe?"

Fathin nodded doubtfully and stiffly in response.

"Daddy!" He rested his back on the back of the car seat. Get back on the steering wheel and get ready to turn the vehicle on. But not to mention he turned the key to the machine contact, Fathin again exclaimed innocently due to unresolved curiosity.

"So, what dong can make you pregnant?" He turned his face, looking back at the serious mimic who was waiting for an answer from him. He grinned unceremoniously. So remote and backward is the village where this girl grew up? Until the discourse that has become public secrets like this is not known.

He again sizzled. But once again his abnormal brain returned to its initial mode. Especially if it's not for Fathin. But, intention remains intention. He was even stuck with a fad that he made himself.

"Do you really want to know, hum?" He moved his body towards Fathin. Slowly his face was getting closer to the face that followed backwards until pressed in the corner of the seat back where He sat. The girl's netra rounded for a moment and then squeaked misgivings.

"Ka_kak's not gonna do anything?" Nervous Fathin. With quick movements and reflexes the girl's hand pulled the hand bag that was on her lap, making it a protector and barrier in her chest area. The joint bead has now changed to perfect.

"I want to show you something. You want to know, what can make a woman pregnant?" The faces of both are not distant. Stare at each other without pause. Mutually permeate the breath that hit each other's faces. Drowning with different turmoil.

All of his head suddenly gave off an undue absurd desire. The magic attached to the thin lips that now appear a little volume due to the full polish of the lipstick, immediately drugged it mercilessly.

A second later, his heart pushed his depraved brain to immediately touch himself, giving a full touch of exotism that inflated the feeling. But the other side of his heart whispered softly,

"Hey, you don't have to rush. She's your future wife, not your lover. You just have to be patient for a short time, someday you can do even more than just touch yourself."

His heart suddenly snapped consciously. Quickly trying to get rid of the illusion of the heart trying to deceive his sane brain. It was really the turmoil that almost destroyed it.

He snarls in the heart. Condemning his weak, helpless faith endures the temptations of the damned shetan.

His hands stretched out grabbing the sheets of tisyu on the dashboard. Gently full of caution, He swept her slowly to a face that seemed a little tangled due to her previous cries. The former melted mascara on the cheek is not completely clean even though Fathin has tried to clean it earlier.

"You, __," He paused his words.

"Will you keep this pretty face just for me? Only I can touch this." His voice softened. Back to trace every inch even milli face as smooth as the baby's skin with beads made as shade as possible.

Everything that the face has is really a proportional accumulation of shape and appearance, to form a charming face.

"The magic on your face is too drugging, baby!" still with a position and distance so close. The beautiful eyelids that were still patterning were somehow blinking slowly. Increasing the level of beauty of the girl is increasing.

Gleekkk..

The girl was heard swallowing the saliva. Exhaling a relieved breath. As if about to release the tightness that had long enough to sigh at his chest.

"K_kak, we m_still have to go to campus again right?" Fatahin said, trying to remind him of their next destination.

puuuffffffh...

He blew that nervous and tense face before finally returning to a sitting position ready to drive.

"Rileks... it's so tense!" He chuckles. Do a series of steering gear techniques and slowly move the car. Penetrate slowly in the crowded streets of Kendari city.

TBC>>>