Only I Love
Chapter 34

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The mothers who asked Ala laughed. "It looks like we're both wrong to suspect" he said.

Rafatar closed his mouth holding a smile. "Why, if not why?" tanyakanya.

"It's Fatar, don't flirt. Help Ama to lift up all this!" said the mother.

"Hmmm, it seems better to tease her than to help Ama," Rafatar chuckled, pointing at his mother who had entered the house again.

Ala smiled knot shaking her head. Ummi's touch made Ala a little surprised. "Who's the guy who used batik just now?"

"That was Ala's senior on campus first. Ala thinks he's Alya's candidate. Alya never brought anyone close to her home, did she?" said Ala.

"Yes, Ummi forbid him to bring men to runah because in our house there is no Abi anymore right? Ummi is afraid there is fitn4h if bringing men instead of mahram to the house. But, Alya has shown me his picture, not that person" Ummi explained.

"Well, if he's okay, Mi. Because he is very good as I remember it first," said Ala.

"Well, is he married or not?" I heard that Ummi was getting interested.

"Lack of knowing too, Mi. Could have been, anyway. You're well established, not only that, he's also quite handsome right? Which woman doesn't want to be with him?" say Ala again.

"Well, baby, too? Ummi kira hasn't. If not, you can do it, right?" Ummi passed without thinking about Ala's heart reaction as the mother said so.

Ala is surprised by Ummi's advice about the man wearing batik who is none other than Rafatar. He slowly followed the mother who entered the house.

"Nhc ... Ummi .. when it is clear this time we are here to determine the date of Alya's wedding, still had time to think of a soul mate for Ala," muttered Ala shook his head.

Ummi pulled Ala's hand gently. "Sit here. We wait for your Om to open the event," Ummi said with a nod and Ala sat next to her..

Then the wedding date was held. Here the symbol of engagement is not by exchange of rings, but by handing over the pastuak and opor chicken. After the agreement, Alya and Rizky, the fiancee will get married exactly one month later.

"Well, do you still have a mother-daughter? Coincidentally, we have a single child despite being much older than Rizky," a woman who misjudged Ala while laughing glances at the person in question.

A man in batik clothes poked the mother frowned and shook her head. He seemed to disagree when the mother was like auctioning it at the engagement event of his cousin's sister earlier.

"Why Fatar? Ama is dizzy as you continue to refuse to be introduced to the children of Ama's friends. Well, this time who knows there can be introduced to our prospective children right? Are you really Mothers?" the woman continued to tease the child.

"No, Ma, no need. Embarrassed. I can find my own partner." He looked straight at Ala.

Ummi who realized it immediately poked the princess. "The horror? He's not married yet" whispered Ummi.

While Ala who had noticed the chatter of the mother and child, immediately bowed her gaze when Rafatar looked at him.

When the show is over, Rafatar walks over to Ala. "Can we talk for a moment?"

Ala glanced to the right and left as she was a little uncomfortable talking to him. "Can I be accompanied by Ummi?" her door.

"Don't! It's just the two of us, because I want to talk about our problems" Rafatar said.

Ala glanced left and right down her face. "What about us?"

"Try opening your phone, you know, ignoring hundreds of calls and messages from me?"

Ala nodded opening the bag and checked her phone. He just realized one thing. "Sorry, Uda. I haven't saved Uda's phone number yet" he said.

"Either, you check the call you ignored, I've been desperately trying to contact the person who never answered my call. But it turns out to meet here. Is this destiny?" rafatar said spontaneously.

Ala did not respond to the joke. He re-examined hundreds of messages, but they were not read at all. He has such a character, the billan is unknown and insignificant, he chooses to ignore messages and calls.

"Have you saved my name on that number you've ignored?"

"Well, sorry, Uda? You see, Uda used to guess all that time. Hence, I think it is the pe3n1pu number that likes to launch through h1pnotis from the phone. Than why, better not to answer, right?"

"Astaghfirullah ... Turns out that's why you ignored me until all the messages that said this were me you didn't read at all. In fact, I've sent you a picture of me to believe. Hmmm ...."

Rafatar held a smile on his lips. "Are you willing to take a little time to talk somewhere more comfortable?"

"meaning?"

"If you want to take a moment, are you willing to walk out with me?" ask Rafatar.

"Hmm, sorry ... If it's just the two of you, I think I'm a bit .. hmmmm ...."

"Oh, you're not ready? Be good. Then I won't delay it anymore. Can I ask you directly?" ask Rafatar.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Don't allow me to get closer to you. I ask you to get to know me more closely, because I already know you very well. Are you willing, ta'arufan with me?"

Deghs

"U-Uda want ta'aruf with me? Why?" ala asked nervously.

"I know, you're on your own, right? If you're willing, we'll skip the procedure of getting to know each other shariah."

Ala turned her body moving slightly away from Rafatar. "Sorry, Uda. I'm confused, I can't give you the answer right now."

"It's okay, send a message when you've opened your heart. I'll be waiting for you. Like I'm waiting for you to this day. Just waiting for a message, it just seems like an easy thing."

Ala pressed her throbbing chest even faster. "All right, I'll go first."

"Yes, be careful." Rafatar stared at the steps that kept getting away from entering the vehicle.

"Well, is this the answer to my hard prayer of turning away and forgetting you?"

"So that?" A beautiful middle-aged woman emerged from hiding.

"Ama? Well, can't Ama eavesdrop on our conversation?" Rafatar's forehead looked wrinkled against the mother's temperament.

"Why ta'arufan all the shit? Can you apply directly? If you really like him, Ama will come out of our cultural system, let Ama propose to him."

Rafatar bowed his head. "It wasn't easy Ama. It seems like he's traumatized by his past."

"Where is the past until the trauma of all? Most broken connect doang like children today?"

Rafatar shook his head. Then he remembered something his mother had not known. "Ma, what does my wife want for me?"

"It seems that the brother of the prospective child fits that," said the mother bluntly.

"So, if I like it, Ama agrees right away?"

"Hmmm, not really ... Ama think you are an adult and can choose what kind of good partner criteria. What matters is not the wife of someone. But that fit perfectly with you? Why didn't you introduce me to Ama? If you introduce, now maybe Ama is already carrying grandchildren."

"Ma .. There's one thing Ama doesn't know about her yet. The reason why not from before. That's because she was married to someone else."

The look on his mother's face, which was full of excitement and cheerfulness, changed immediately. "What does that mean? Is this she ever married? Then is it no longer a widow?" The mother's tone of voice was getting more and more suppressed.

Rafatar clearly saw the change of the mother. "Why, Ma? Now she's not somebody's wife."

The mother gave no more answers. He left and Rafatar followed behind.

"Why silence, Ma? Didn't Ama just say I was a good fit for her?"

"Help ..." The mother shook her hands with a sour look.

"Ma? Answer the Ma? Let me know what to do after this?"

"Find another woman who is not someone else's wife, and has never been someone else's wife!"