My best friend Muhallil's husband
Gombalan Farhan's

"Of course I can. If Ameera agrees, I won't reject the proposal for my son." Amran replied steadily making Farhan very satisfied and happy. Sure enough, after coming home from here, he would definitely hug anyone he met.

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After yesterday's conversation, Farhan's family contacted Ameera's family that the application day would be held in three days. Because their families want to make preparations so that the application of their youngest child can be done according to Farhan's own wishes.

The Ameera family was asked not to be busy, not to prepare anything, because all the preparations would be done by them.

Like today, from last night Ameera had been contacted by Farhan, if they would do fitting clothes for their application event.

Ameera felt moved, because when she was with Dion, there was no proposal, not even a wedding dress was sober. But this, all carefully prepared, for the application only, they have to fit again.

A proposal event like this, makes Ameera who comes from ordinary people very amazed.

Actually, all this preparation was done by Farhan himself, his parents just helped. Ameera did not know that, even her future husband's job did not know. He just thought, if all this was prepared by his future father-in-law.

"Ameera, will I pick you up or come with Lisa?" asked Farhan who had contacted Ameera early in the morning.

"Mas, you're so excited, huh?" Ameera chuckled softly with her own words.

"Are you not?" farhan asked.

"No," replied Ameera who sounded resolute. "Alisa's working, Mas. I don't want to bother him," he added.

"So, will I pick you up or what?"

"You're not busy, are you? I'm afraid to interfere with your work" said Ameera, who was afraid to interfere with Farhan's work.

"No, Ameera. I've asked my boss for permission" Farhan replied, winning Ameera. He knows what kind of person Ameera is. He does not want to disturb others just because of his own needs.

"I'll take a taxi, Mas. You just work. Don't think of me" he said, still in his own mind.

"Meera, this isn't just your need. But, for us." Such was Ameera, who had always endured with her stubbornness.

"Yes, later pick up Ameera at TPA huh, Mas? Ameera today must teach first." Farhan was very happy to hear it, because eventually the woman was willing to budge.

"Ready. Later, when you finish teaching, you call Mas, huh? Let you not wait long" said Farhan.

"Yes, Mas. Yeah, well, then I'm closed, huh? Assalamu'alaikum" said Ameera.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Farhan. After turning off his phone, Farhan clasped his phone in the chest while smiling cheerfully. Suddenly, someone patted her on the shoulder, making her cherry face instantly turn as fast as lightning.

"Farhan, why are you smiling like that?" asked Fahri who was standing straight behind his sister.

"Sister, don't surprise me. If I have a heart attack, I will die. Not to marry Ameera!" cetusya. Fahri had always liked to surprise him.

"I'm sure you'll cry in the grave" Fahri said on target.

"Yes. That's for sure. So don't surprise me" he said with a cold, flat face.

"Farhan, why aren't you being honest about your job?" asked Fahri who was astonished by his sister's thoughts. Usually, people who succeed, will proudly tell the work. But Farhan is different. He prefers to look simple, so people are difficult to recognize him or just to guess his work.

"It's not yet time, brother," replied Farhan who was seen sighing.

"When do you want to tell him? You're getting married soon. Do not let him misunderstand your work, and assume you have lied to him," advises Fahri who was heard well by Farhan. But, Farhan is not his name if not denouncing.

"Sister Fahri, you'll know for yourself, my Ameera won't be like that!" said firmly.

"Your music? Can I laugh?"

"That's it. You just laugh here, I want to continue preparing for my happy day, bye!" Farhan sneered away leaving his brother who was still laughing amusedly.

"Since when did that cold guy get to say that? I'm the only one who shudders in horror at his making," Fahri grumbled still laughing.

"Assalamu'alaikum, hello, Mas?" greet Ameera from behind the phone.

"Yes, Meera?" farhan answered with a face of sumringah.

"Mas, Ameera is home. If Mas Farhan is not busy, you can pick him up now" he said as he walked towards the shady tree.

"Mas the road now. You wait, yeah."

"Yes, Mas. Assalamu'alaikum" he said.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Farhan.

"My heart is always cool whenever I talk to you, Ameera. You can put my heart down" he said with a smile.

Without wasting much more time, Farhan immediately runs his flying horse to pick up the lover of hearts. To bring him to do fittings, to make preparations to form household masters and to form their own thrones.

"Ameera?" call Farhan who is already standing tall next to the woman of his dreams.

"Mas Farhan? That fast?" ask Ameera wonder.

"Yes. If you want to meet you, the clock is spinning very fast," he replied, adding his sweetest smile.

"And why did Mas Farhan come down? You can sound the horn" said Ameera.

"Indeed right. But, it doesn't feel appropriate that way. I want to pick you up straight and paddle you and walk towards our horse-drawn carriage" he said.

"What is Mas Farhan? since when are you smart to seduce a woman like that?" kekeh Ameera, the death seduction that Farhan uttered even sounded funny in Ameera's ears. Because all this time, what Ameera knew, Farhan was a stiff and ignorant type of person.

"Hey, look. That's not Ameera? The man next to him is very handsome" said one of the villagers who knew Ameera.

"Yes right. I heard that she's getting married again, in order to get back with her ex-husband" said the friend beside her, whose mouth was not conditioned.

"So, that's her future husband? Wow very handsome," praise those who are constantly staring at Farhan even from a distance.

Ameera who heard the conversation of those people had her ears feeling hot. But he did not want to bother with that unimportant speech. He doesn't have to straighten things out on anyone else. Importantly, his family and those closest to him never thought so.

Farhan also chose to follow Ameera, ignoring the words he knew couldn't be true. Because, listening and caring for the words of our own people if it is not true, will make us think and end up sick.

He only looked at Ameera whose face looked ordinary. Not a pout.

Does he not feel jealous because I am praised by another woman?

"God, why is he different?" farhan said suddenly.

"Who, Mas?" ask the insensitive Ameera at all.

"You." Farhan pointed at Ameera. "When other people praise me and like me, you're normal" he said.

"I'm studying, Mas" replied Ameera.

"Learn what?" farhan asked with a frown.

"Learn to love you" replied Ameera.

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