Not a Bet Woman
Debates

Najwa's voice arrived with a loud echo.

"Okay, we accept . But remember, you will regret for rejecting us. Let's deck us home, why do we talk to people who don't respect us" Husein told Ali.

"But brother, Ali wants to wait until Hasna receives me" Ali arrived to speak.

"Ali, what are you saying? Don't humble yourself in front of people who reject you. There are still many women who can accept your application with a spacious chest" Husein does not agree with the wishes of his sister.

" Yes, you better try taaruf with other women" Najwa lightly followed.

"Ali , you heard . Repeatedly you have been rejected" Husein again did not accept with Najwa's words.

"Najwa, it's son. Don't keep arguing. Not good with our guests" Mr. Budi tried to advise his eldest daughter who from earlier looks can not resist emotions.

"I'm sorry, Najwa couldn't help themselves when they thought of Hasna" Najwa's voice was a little low.

"Let's Ali go home" Husein got up from his seat by pulling his sister's hand.

"But brother," Ali was still reluctant.

"Ali, brother doesn't know your way of mind. It's up to you. I want to go home!" Husein passed by without caring for his sister.

"Sister, wait a minute" Ali tried to arrest her brother.

"Sir Ali, "Hasna's voice suddenly appeared startling all. It even stopped Husein's move.

Ali was a little bit flowering because Hasna called him. He listened carefully to what Hasna was going to say.

"Sister, you better come home with brother Husein" said Hasna turned out to make Ali disappointed.

The man looked down, then said

"Well I'll go home, but I want to hear the reason from your own lips" replied Ali.

"I, I cannot accept this match" Hasna said with her head lowered.

"But why?" ask Ali then

"Because I have a choice"

one sentence said from Hasna's lips more and more pecked the entire room.

"Hasna, what do you mean?" ask Mr. Budi.

Hasna was silent and lowered her head to accept the question of the father who seemed full of anger.

"Let it be well, I don't have to scold Hasna. Let him choose his own future path" Najwa interjected.

"Ali, you heard, right? what are you waiting for? let's go home!" hussein snapped to his sister who finally obeyed his invitation.

The two of them finally came home without forgetting to say hello.

"Waalaikumsalam" Mr. Budi seemed to lose energy to speak.

"Hasna, who's the guy you meant. Try to introduce to us, let's get to know each other's backgrounds and let there be no regrets at the end" said Najwa in support of his sister.

"Yes, son, just say don't be afraid" said Farida who already understood who Hasna meant.

Not only his mother and first brother, it turns out Zahra also gave support.

"Yes deck, you have the right to speak. Because the voice spoken on the lips there is still a chance to be heard rather than a voice that is just buried in the heart"

Instantly, Mr. Budi's heart was as if it was sliced to hear Zahra's statement describing the inner torment he felt because of the arranged marriage.

"Come on deck, tell me" Najwa again said.

Hasna glanced at the father who was still bowed listlessly. By taking a deep breath in he tried to tell an honesty from the voice of his heart.

"The man is ..."

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