Rice Shell For My Husband
Chapter 27

Rima welcomed the arrival of Aisyah and the couple who once housed her before living in the rented house, smiling kindly and treating her very well. He still did not know anything about the intentions of his guests, just calling it a simple snack. 

"How do you do, Rima?" ask the smiling middle-aged woman. 

"Alhamdulillah, smooth Umi." Rima returned the smile, but her heart felt something strange about the sudden arrival of the Fahri family. 

"Thank you." Sahut middle-aged woman while glancing at her husband. "I meant to come here to ask you to be a son-in-law." 

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Suddenly Rima was very surprised to hear it, as if time had stopped for a while. The difference between them is very far away, which may be commensurate with them. "How do you mean Umi?" ask to convince the heart, nervous not knowing what to do.

"Umi knows this too soon, hearing Fahri's confession and Umi also likes you. What if you marry our son?" 

Rima was unable to open his voice as if his tongue had become moody, glancing at Aisyah at a glance then seemed to think. "Married? Even I haven't thought about it, how can I get married in this fast time." His inner. 

"Aren't you the one who said there's a soul mate who will decide to rearrange your life, but all the decisions are with you and we won't force them either." Said Aisyah to be an intermediary as well as a bridge.

Rima was silent, not knowing what to answer. While others understand and do not continue the discussion of marriage and only chat lightly, fear of happening a no-no. 

Rima was pensive on the porch of the house after seeing the departure of three people who intended to propose her to their only son, a brief introduction that even he did not know the attitude, nature, and deepest side of Fahri. 

"Satan likes the most people who do it." The words of someone made Rima stunned in shock, seeing the neighbor next door re-furbish her. 

"You're the demon." Cetus Rima replied, making Irfan chuckle and sit next to him. "No, don't bother me once." 

"Why? Let the camera miss me, in usilin handsome people will feel different." Answer Irfan immediately. "Oh yeah, who was that?" 

"Not to be a person." Rima passed away going inside, closing the door a little rough. For some reason she could have a neighbor like Irfan and unfortunately the man's face was very similar to Prince Darma, her magical husband. 

"Beautiful, but judes." Irfan smiled as he walked into his contract.

Rima continued his daydream that leads to marriage, he has not fully opened himself and needs a little time in fostering the household. His cell phone notification flashed making him immediately check who was sending him a short message.

["Assalamu'alaikum, it's me, Fahri. How are you, Rima?"]

Rima just read the text message without intending to reply to her, it still seemed strange when suddenly the young man's parents came to propose to her. He turned his attention back to the flat object, the deafening ringing of the phone. He shook his head when Fahri called him, but he just wanted to be alone and decide on his new life. 

"Assalamu'alaikum, why don't you return my message? You all right?" asked a man who was so worried about Rima. 

"I'm good." 

Lama Fahri fell silent and re-opened his voice, lucky phone connection is still connected. 

"So what about your answer? Do you accept me or not?" 

"I can't decide yet, and it takes time." 

"Yes, I understand after what you've been through. Immediately inform me of your decision, and hope that you receive the proposal." 

"God willing." 

"Yes, it's night."

"Hem."

Rima swallowed the saliva with great difficulty, there was no other way but to buy candles for her night lighting. Suddenly he felt a cold hand on his shoulder, a body that was trembling but ventured to look. 

"What are you doing?" asked someone holding a candle, Rima was very surprised and almost fell down. Luckily the hand quickly grabbed his body, until the gazes of the two met each other for quite a long time.

"Are my eyes charming?" 

Yes, who else if not Irfan is smiling in a moment that looks romantic. Rima became nervous and stood up quickly, becoming awkward let alone staring at the netra of the eyes that made her slightly fascinated.

"Where are you going these nights?" 

"You're looking for a candle." 

"Are you sure you want to go alone in this pitch-black condition?" 

"How else, I forgot to buy candles." 

"There's a candle in my contract, take it."

Rima was initially hesitant, but she was also not as bold as it was to go to the stall alone in a low-light atmosphere. "I don't want to take nicotine." 

"Take this candle." Irfan thrust out the candle that was in his hand, Rima accepted wholeheartedly. 

"Thank you." 

"Together." 

Rima went into his contract, in a hurry to make the door closed and could not be opened even though he had tried. "Why can't the door be opened?" slowly oozed. 

"Why?" 

"The door's stuck." Rima replied, of course, he wanted to ask Irfan for help. 

"Let me try it." Irfan broke down the door and tried his best, a common thing in the contract. 

"How's it?" Rima is increasingly worried, the day is getting late and the atmosphere is only assisted by candles and also flash from the phone. 

"The door's stuck, it looks like it's locked outside." 

"But I didn't close the door." Said Rima who felt it was a strange thing. 

"Maybe you do not remember, the habit if the contract here is constrained by door problems that are often locked from the inside. Even I experience it five times a month, and end up sleeping at a friend's hostel." Irfan. 

"Where was I staying last night? It's getting late." Rima said in her heart, especially tomorrow must work and must not be late to make her enter into a dilemma. 

Rima tried to see two contracts that were not far from him, but during his stay there never met his neighbors who were busy working, even he did not have time to get acquainted. "You're saying the two contracts had occupants, but I never saw the door open?" 

"They work in a factory that's a good distance away, maybe stay in a mes that is available and rarely go home." 

"Ooh." 

"Hem, how about you sleep in my contract?" haggard Irfan. 

Rima immediately refused and decided to sleep outside, lucky enough to wear clothes warm enough. He tried to contact the landlord but there was no answer at all.