Sequel My Ustadz My Husband - Prospective Master
The Part 20

Lita invited Asma to dinner outside because Lita wanted to say something important, she said.

Asma agreed and they were in a restaurant not far from their residence.

"What are you talking about, Ta? Until it has to be outside everything" asked Asma while opening the menu book.

"Emm actually..." Asma looked up and looked at Lita who seemed hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" ask Asma curious.

"Em has Faraz found someone to be his life companion?"

Asma laughed at the question of his friend and cousin.

"Where there is, he is just busy with the office and boarding school. But why did you arrive that way?"

"You know next year Afsana has completed her education"

"Hem, so..."

"So I thought..." Lita cleared her throat "I want to match Afsana and Faraz"

"What?" peek Asma was very surprised "Ta, what are you talking about?"

"Asma, this is just a proposal, okay?" Lita spoke low because it seemed like what Lita said was not expected Asthma "I just think there are men who are much better than Sarfaraz for Afsana"

Asma rubbed his face, he drank the juice that had come since a while ago. I had no idea what his best friend was going to say.

"Ta, Afsana is also very good, she will be the dream woman of every sholeh man because Afsana is very sholeh. But arranged marriages?" Asma frowned until her eyebrows fused together "I can, you know how I was when I was in a match? Yes indeed, in the end Bilal and I are happy and I love ya very much, but not all arranged marriages end like us, Ta. Sometimes arranged marriages can end like Bilal and the late Mbak Khadijah, although Bilal has been with him for many years, but it turns out Bilal can not love him even though the Mbak is very extraordinary"

"Yes" Lita's great-grandson who tries to understand Asthma's intentions.

"I'm sorry, Ta" said Asma felt guilty as she clasped Lita's hand "I don't want our children to experience what we're going through, let them find their own partner"

"Yes, what's wrong. I understand" said Lita "Only I think Faraz would be the perfect match for Afsana"

"Even Bilal was trying to be the perfect match for the late Mbak Khadijah, but still Bilal hurt him because he could not love him. I don't want Faraz and Afsana to hurt each other later, what else Faraz loves Afsana as a sister. So let their relationship be like that, and if they have more feelings than that, then it's good luck for us"

Asma said with a big smile, and so did Lita.

Both of them stopped the conversation and began to eat the food that had been served.

When they finished, they both went home.

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After changing into her long pajamas, Asma came down and she saw Sarfaraz focusing on her laptop in the living room.

"Faraz?" Faraz medongak at a glance and then refocus on his laptop.

"Ummi and Abi should not take Amar for granted" Faraz exclaimed without looking at his Ummi.

"We don't accept it so much, we just give it a chance, everyone deserves to get to the second time, Faraz"

Faraz let out a heavy sigh, he closed his laptop, then he faced his Ummi who was currently sitting beside him.

"Faraz is afraid, Ummi. Faraz was afraid that Maryam might be happy, that the way of life of a man like Amar, in a big business environment, in freedom, be in the media spotlight, it didn't seem to fit Maryam very well"

"Son, we can't do anything, because Abi said, like Maryam also likes Amar"

"And you let Maryam like her?"

"Faraz, we're his parents, but we can't and don't have the right to control his heart"

Faraz was silent for a moment, and remembered himself who also could not control his heart which now fell on the girl who was right wrong.

Faraz put his head on his lap, his face looked tired, his eyes were sad and there was a circle under his eyes caused him to lack of sleep.

Asthma has often said that to both Faraz and Maryam.

"What's wrong" Faraz replied, closing his eyes, he always felt comfortable if he put his head in the lap of the mother. It was as if the burden in his brain had disappeared.

"France..." Asthma says quietly "Do you like a girl, son"

Faraz immediately opened his eyes wide and looked at his Ummi.

"Why did Ummi ask that?" ask Faraz.

"Just now, you're old enough, who knows if there's a girl who's attracted you" Faraz smiled wryly. It does exist, but it's very unlikely to have it.

"Umm, actually Faraz..." Faraz sat back down "Faraz likes a girl" he admitted in a low voice

"Oh yeah?" smelly Asthma with sparkling eyes.

"Faraz has tried to forget it but can't" said Faraz again making Asma look at her in wonder.

"Why should you try to forget it, son? Just come to people know it and say your good intentions" said Asma softly.

"The problem..."

"What's wrong? Who's the girl?"

Faraz did not immediately reply, he had already said his feelings, now he also had to say who the girl in his heart was.

"M... Mary"

"WHATAAA????"

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Asthma massaged her head that felt like it was pounding on the tabuh. Not finished his daughter's problems, plus his son's problems.

He screamed in front of Faraz's face and said, Open your eyes, Faraz! There is a perfect Afsana, why should Mary not even be of her religion.

He's been worried all along. Even Bilal who sat on the edge of the bed could only scratch his head like a fool after hearing his wife's words about his son.

If you know how it feels to be in love, and how tormented when trying to forget but can not.

"What's wrong with our son, Bi?" murmured Asma looked frustrated but Bilal could only shake "I can understand Maryam, because she is a woman and of course her heart will be touched by a man who shows love to her, but Sarfaraz? Oh, my God, that boy..."

"It's a matter of the heart, honey. No one can control the heart"

"But why should Maria, Bi. The woman was openly dressed, drunk, irreligious. What if Faraz's heart wavers because of his love and instead tarnishes his heart"

"That will, Inysa Allah. We leave our children to God"

Asma let out a lethargic sigh, she did not know how her two children had to deal with a partner they never imagined.

"Faraz must be able to forget Mary" cried Asma.

"Don't impose our will, Faraz is all grown up and understands the rules of religion. God willing he will remain within his limits, and to forget the man who has made him fall in love..." Bilal moves into the middle of the bed, then pulls his wife into his arms, his second gaze meeting "That's hard, dear. Because I've been through it, it's been excruciating, like there's a big rock on my chest" she recalls her past when she fell in love with her Zahra.

Bilal stroked the cheeks of his wife who was still beautiful, not even a hint of wrinkles seen on her face, her eyes still sparkled beautifully as before, like a magic that would bewitch Bilal every time he looked at her. Her lips were still full and tiny as before, which was always beautiful when smiling to make Bilal's heart flowered, and always sweet every time Bilal peppered her.

Bilal lands his friendly kiss, hoping it can calm his seemingly frustrated wife with her child's love story.

"We can only pray for our son, Zahra. May God always show us His way, and always guide us so that we are not wrong in walking"

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Tbc...