Replacement Lightning Match
Chapters. 2 Wife Bakers 2

"Salwa, let's get out of the room. 2 days you've been locked in the room. Never mind son, don't you regret what happened. You still have your mother and father. Even though the world is reviling you, I'm there for you, son. "

The blink of Salwa's father's eyes to his mother also ended in a sluggish trinket. There is no support from their beloved children.

"Salma, let's persuade your sister huh. Mother same Father can not yet. He has been locked up for 2 days. "

"Good ma'am, please take care of Hana ya ma'am. " Salma gave Hana's sling, the first granddaughter of Mr. Somad and Ms. Halimah's family.

Mr. Somad is a respected figure by the residents, because Mr. Somad was the former Village Chief before the expansion of the Village. The village is getting richer thanks to Salwa's father. So that the reputation of Father Salwa is very guarded by the family.

"Salwa, don't cry. You're a terzholimi man. Rather than crying, you better pray. "

Beware of the prayer of the wronged, for there is no hijab (block) between him and Allah." (Sukhari).

"Remember the hadith. "

Salwa nodded slowly. She wiped her tears, she sat down and directly hugged her brother.

"Yes locked himself up, kasian mom and dad are worried about you. "

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"Salwa, Mom and Dad want to talk. " They've been sitting waiting for Salwa in the living room.

"Yes, Sir. What was? "

"Let's sit here first. " Suggest Mom to sit next to him.

Salwa sat down with a slight thump, she tried to guess. Is it possible that Hilman will come back again asking him to be his wife.

"Look, the invitation to yesterday is already widespread. My mom couldn't stop that. So Father, find a future husband for you. "

"But Sir. " It was thrown out of the insolence of the innermost heart of Salwa. How not, just now his heart was broken. Why be forced to accept the harsh reality again.

"Listen to Salwa. " Rosmiati's mother clasped her son's hand.

"So, I betrothed you to your friend's son. Tomorrow he's coming, but he's selling itin' bread. Name's Imran. You met him first, if you like continue. If not, it's okay."

Thank goodness there was a choice at the end of his father's sentence. There is no coercion. The final choice remained in his hands.

"Mom hope you can keep your father's good name. Think, even if you refuse. The invitation and the event will continue. Because we can no longer withdraw the already scattered invitations. "

Salwa was silent, there was no word from her mouth. Because he is being hit by anxiety, such as the song Rama Aiphama like eating simalakama fruit.

On his phone, there was no message from Ustadz Hilman. Silent. So easily did they decide the match, Hilman did not say anything more. Even Salwa remembered how Hilman's face last met.

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Salwa restlessly waited in front of the house, but there was no sign of Imran coming.

Once upset, Salwa was a little troubled when she had to wait for Imran. Moreover, having to wait for the person whose face is not in the spill of his parents. What if one person, in this age of sophistication. His parents still do this little thing.

"What the heck Mother Father, rich age 80 aja rich gini. Meet with look at clothes. There is a cell phone. "

Salwa back and forth the terrace, sometimes sitting sometimes standing. Salwa's attitude was noticed by Salma Kakun Kandung Salwa.

"Ciee is waiting. "

"Hussis. Brother! "

Breads... Breads.. Tasty... Aurorah...

The sound of the recording was slow, slowly getting closer.

"Mas, Mommy. Buy Rotinya. "

"Yes Neng, what kind of bread does it taste? "

"Brown, I bought 5 chocolate buns. "

Salwa watched the baker. From top to bottom. "What the hell are you setting up with this guy. He's very old, but he could also be old but young."

Salwa pointed at him while playing her eyes to Salma. Salma just shrugged off the sign that she didn't know.

"This is how old is he? "

"Is Mas still a bachelor? "

"Owalah, yes lengga to Neng. There are 2. But if Neng wants to be the third can oruh. Hayuu's a guarantee."

"Ogah ah's. " Salwa shuddered straight away taking his bread and paying quickly.

The baker laughed out loud when he saw Salwa running.

"Mother, Father is evil. Salwa time is betrothed to the same person who is married, so bini to 3 again, "Adu Salwa into the house. He is sad and sad. She might want to, especially if she's a virgin.

Salma just laughed at her sister.

"Well, that's weird.. You got the wrong guy the other time. He's young. Inquired whose name is it? "

"Engga. "

"Yee wrong himself. Is he not going through here. I'll call your father."

Breads. Breads... Bread Ma'am.

The voice of the man from far away shouted, the more he listened. The sound is getting closer.

"Sal, Salwa come here. " Salma gave the code.

Immediately Salwa ran to the front of the terrace. He's spinning the end of his hood. He saw a man guiding his bicycle behind which was a bread box.

"Rotinya Mas's. "

"Alhamdulillah, Buy what bread Mba? "

"What taste is it? "

"Many Mba, there are flavors of ijo beans, chocolate, stroberry, blue berry, pineapple, and cherry. "

Salwa watched the man in front of her, from the tip of her foot to the top of her head. Behind his simple clothes, he looked clean. Then he looked back at his bike. There is a basket, a skullcap and the Qur'an. Yes, when compared to Ustadz Hilman, yes far away. But in terms of good looks. Yes, comparable, relative.

"Borong Mas, don't buy everything. "

"Come, right this. "

"Yes right. Coincidentally want to be in love with orphanage children. "

"Thank God, thank you Mba for buying my sale. May the blessings. "

"Either."

After all the bread in the banong, the salesman was ready to leave again. Salwa placed 2 large bags of bread all flavored on the patio chair. He remembered that he had forgotten to ask his name. Afraid of wrong people again.

The man had already left and was about to get on his bike.

"Mas, whose Mas Name? " salwa shouted breaking the silence in the morning.

Surprised by the cry of the baker. The man shouted from a distance.

"Mba Emran. Come, Assalamualaikum. " She pedaled her bike and got further and further away.

"Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wa barakatuh. "

Salwa sat down on the terrace chair with a smile looking at the 2 large bags of bread beside her.

"Hows it? " Salwa and her mother came out when she saw her son sitting down without any reaction on the porch.

Salwa just smiled and stood up.

"Sister, accompany me to deliver this bread to the orphanage. "

"Well! "

Salma and her mother were astonished when they saw 2 large bags of bread with all the flavors.

"Are you all bad? " Salma asked Salwa who was silent.