
" What does Meli say if you and Jubair are divorced?
The deg........
My heart stopped beating. Oh my God.
" I. yes, sir, "my answer is finally honest. I looked down helplessly at Father's face. I'm sure now that face will be full of disappointment.
My father loved that man very much. The man who raised the level of our family's life. Raised us from the abyss of poverty. I can't deny how great the man's service was to all of us. Deep down in my heart, I still can't shake the feeling of caring for the man who has stuck a wound while also extending a hand in my life.
" It's good, at least between the two of you there are people who want to be honest with me" said Mr. Lirih.
I looked up flabbergasted at the words of the Father.
" Ap.. What do you mean? Niah doesn't understand."
He sighed, then moved inside. Mama is lethargic pushing her wheelchair. While I followed the two behind with a wondering heart.
Did you know about my divorce with Jubair. If so, why isn't he angry with me? Hadn't he been so persistent challenging to divorce the man.
Suddenly there was guilt in my heart. My chest felt tight to imagine how the disappointed Father felt about the divorce of me and Jubair. For sure at that time, you felt very devastated and disappointed in me.
I looked up to remove the clear speck that suddenly piled up in the corner of my eye.
Arriving in the living room, the father signaled to mamak to stop.
" Niah, get Haris here! " let the Father make me flinch from my daydream. My mom and I looked at each other, shocked.
I gawked, not understanding what you meant to ask me to call Mas Haris.
" Niah... You hear me? Get your girlfriend here. Tell me you want to talk. "repeat Father again.
I was finally only able to nod in resignation while going to the kitchen to meet Mas Haris. It appeared that the clear-faced man was busy fiddling with the laptop checking the financial statements sent by the company.
" Well." call me doubtful. He looked at me.
" Hey, prime roseku.... " I shriveled at Mas Haris' call to me.
" Prime rose..? my master looked at him in wonder.
" Yes, 'cause you're pretty like prime rose, okay?" he replied as he stood up to align himself with me. Both of his hands were cupping my face.
" Oh, that's it." I nodded while blushing in shame. Mas Haris' words made me soar to the seventh heaven, forgetting my purpose here.
" Prime Rose called Mas? What's up, honey? " ask Mas Haris who made me realize my purpose in calling him.
" Hem, yeah. That was, I was called the Father. Now my dad is in the middle room. He said he wanted to talk to me, "I replied.
Mas Haris listened to my words carefully. He was a mangosteen, then smiled.
"Ohh, that. So you want to talk to me. Fine.... let's go there." she said while pulling my still reluctant hand.
Cup.....
I woke up and shook myself. I didn't think Mas Haris would dare to kiss me on the cheek. I was embarrassed to be afraid. Afraid that anyone would see Mas Haris.
Mas Haris chuckled at my cheeks that were met with red.
" Therefore do not like to daydream. Husband in diemin. With the law, deh" kekehnya.
" Aih, Maaasss curanggg. Mas Haris chuckled.
We both arrived at the family room. My mom and dad were waiting for us there.
Awkwardly, I took a seat beside Mas Haris who had already sat down before the Father. Mas Haris looks authoritative when dealing with the Father. Shut up I feel proud of my man. My heart is flowering - flowers.
" Look Haris, I'm sorry if you're a little presumptuous. If Nak Haris doesn't mind, can you ask Nak Haris a little?" asked the father while looking straight into the man's eyeball.
Mas Haris smiled as he looked at Father. " No, I don't mind at all. I'm happy to be able to answer your questions and mamak's. Just say it, sir. What would you like your father or mother to ask?" mas Haris said calmly.
" So, Haris boy. We are just villagers who do not know what about young people today. So, we wanted to ask, to be clear about the clarity of Nak Haris's arrival to our home. There's no way Nak Haris would be willing to come this far if it's just dropping off a sick subordinate to visit his parents, right? " ask the Father with heart.
Mas Haris nodded his head to understand the purpose of the conversation. He was great. The man was very calm and not the slightest bit of charisma was lost.
" Before, I apologize, if my arrival here has made you and your mother feel uncomfortable. I really didn't mean that. My arrival here is to get to know both parents of the woman I like. Want to connect the cord to the Father and Mamak. In addition, I also want to express my good intentions to propose Saniah, the daughter of the Father and mother for me to make as a wife and future mother of my children later." replied Mas Haris calmly. There was seriousness on his face.
Hearing Mas Haris' words earlier, I was bowed with a thumping heart. Is that really what I just heard? Mas Haris asked me directly to Father and Mother. Oh my. That guy is really very gentle. He was not afraid to face my very good Father.
I was silent to Mas Haris. He looked like he was thinking about something. Then,...
" Did Haris know about Niah's status? "
Suddenly I asked Mas Haris.
" Yes, Sir. I know about Sani's status, uh. he means Niah. "he replied.
" Do you also know who her ex-husband is? " ask the Father again. Just contact me to stand up immediately to express a protest. I don't agree if you tell Mas Haris about Jubair. You don't have to say anything to Mas Haris about that man of my past.
" Deck, sit. It's not good to talk while standing like that. No manners, deck." Mas Haris' hand held my arm and asked me to sit back. Then Mas Haris looked at the Father.
" As for any man from Niah's past, I don't care, sir. I believe Niah is an adult and can decide for himself which is best for him. I am talking about our future. The future we will go through together - the same later" said Jubair sage.
I heard you take a long breath. The old man then spoke.
" Alright, we appreciate Mas Haris' wish. We as parents have no objection at all. Back everything depends on Niah's decision.How, Niah? Did you agree to accept Nak Haris' proposal? "
I looked at Mas Haris. Trying to figure out if the man really wanted to make me his temple of love. I don't want to be rash to make important decisions like this right now because it's all about my future.
Suddenly silent atmosphere.
" Assalamu'alaikum's.... " Suddenly Jubair was already standing in the doorway connecting between the living room and the living room.
I was stunned to see his face. The look in our eyes met and his eyes locked on me. My lips suddenly turned crotchety. I'm like a thief caught red-handed. Feeling confused and wrong. What the hell's going on?