MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 22
“Where did you get that information? That information must have been added and aimed at inciting mother.” Zalfa.
“It doesn't matter you know who told me. What's clear is that person must be on my side for not wanting my son to marry a dirty woman like you. This marriage is off. Don't expect you to marry my son.” Bu Fatima waltzed away with a very angry expression.
Mr. Ibrahim looked at Zalfa moved, also pity. His view then turned to Ismail who also looks still very emotional.
“Zalfa, sorry for all this. Mr go first.” Mr. Ibrahim said goodbye with an unpleasant expression.
Zalfa was fixated on holding the balance of his suddenly limp body. Miss Fatima's words were really very piercing. The memory of Zalfa's head was again filled with memories of the events in the hotel at that time. His chest felt tight every time he remembered that. Whether who was wrong in that, until now Zalfa had to bear the disgrace, bear the burden, bear the risk of fatal until finally the marriage that only counts the days was canceled. Be ill.
Atifa who had been out since when standing in the bathroom doorway, immediately rushed to hug Zalfa. “Sabar, yes! This is a test for you!” Atifa was mewek first. Her cry broke and her shoulders trembled violently.
Zalfa just sighed. I don't know who here should be calmed down. Seeing Atifa crying as much as she wanted, Zalfa really did not have the heart. It may be he who should appease Atifa while Zalfa should be treated.
Ishmael breathed a rough sigh. His face still looks red. His hands clenched as to who was angry at.
“That man should marry you, Zalfa!” Ishmael spoke with his teeth.
Sontak Zalfa looked at his brother's face with a huff.
“So that guy's name is Arkhan?” Ishmael rubbed his face rough. “Yes, she should marry you.”
“No, Mas. Won't do! I don't recognize it.”
Ishmael knelt before his brother. His big hand held his hand in it. With glazed eyes, he said, “I understand your position, Zalfa. Loved you. I'm the only one who has to protect you. You are the sister I love the most. I won't be able to let your life be ruined.”
“Will be more successful if I marry a man who has desecrated me.”
“Zalfa, we have a lot to bet on in this regard. First, our family's good name. Everyone knows you're getting married. And suddenly your marriage is off. Secondly, Arkhan has interfered with you, he has already seen you. And most importantly, if the seeds embedded in your womb grow and develop into a fetus, who will be responsible?”
Zalfa gasped in shock at Ishmael's words. O Rabb, do not allow Zalfa's womb to conceive a fetus from an illegitimate relationship! Let the events of the night pass without leaving a trace! But what would happen if the seed really developed into a lump of flesh?
“Before the seed in your womb actually grows and develops into flesh, you must marry, Zalfa. Pity your son if you have to conceive without a father. He'll risk all this. As long as we can handle it, then deal with it! I hope you think about it.” Ishmael begged.
“No, Mas. God will not allow the seed to live and become a baby in my womb.” Zalfa hysterical. How afraid to imagine the gloom that might happen.
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