The Arrogant Widow of Father Choice
Chapter 8

The matchmaking plan has been agreed, a deal has been made, then the wedding preparations began to be made.But my marriage is not like the marriage of other girls in general., the lavish festive, the,even the two prospective brides began to be busy designing the concept of marriage.

I think because this is just a marriage of agreement without love, we hate each other so much,so I chose a simple wedding only.There is only a wedding ceremony and thanksgiving attended by the closest family only.

But it's not fair if Rima doesn't know this.Although I'm sure Rima must agree with this, but I think I still have to question Rima

.hopefully this is good news for her and can make her happy.And one morning when I saw her playing I used that moment to talk to her.

"Hi my best friend good morning, ummmmuach..."

One kiss of affection I gave on Rima's forehead as a good morning greeting.

"Good morning aunt Naima my best friend."

Rima's back to kissing me.

"Wow.you look so beautiful today Rima."

I commend him for starting the conversation.

"really?"

Said Rima.

"Dear, you're so beautiful."

I hugged her to remove my awkwardness to convey this matchmaking news.And somehow I lost the confidence to convey this to Rima.

"Auntie, I want to tell aunty something and this is very important."

Rima said, acting like an adult.

"Oh yeah? what important thing does my best friend want to tell me?"

I laughed with no power to hold back the tickle mixed with anxiety to hear every word that came out of his tiny mouth.

"Do you know, yesterday I had a big fight with my grandparents after my aunt and aunt's parents came home."

Rima began to tell the story.I became serious about listening to him because they were curious about what they argued on the first day the haughty man arrived home after six years did not meet.

"Oh yeah?"

"Why can you fight ?"

"Is this because Rima is naughty?"

I asked my forehead because I was surprised why again Rima had to hear things that she did not deserve to hear with her age now.

"No aunt Naima, but what I heard was that my mother wanted to take custody of me, and my father wouldn't allow it, but you can't keep me if you don't remarry."

Rima's story was so sad and lowered her head.

"Did your father not allow your mother to take you?"

"That's good, baby, that means your dad loves you so much."

"What made them fight?"

I asked who actually knew for sure their debate was our matchmaking problem.

"My father does not accept women who want to be betrothed to grandfather and grandmother for him and actually father does not want to get married again,and he was very angry with the matchmaking, but my grandparents said if he was not willing to marry then my custody would be won by my mother.Grandmother was very worried, said my mother's grandmother was not a good woman and grandma is so sad if I part from her."

Clearly Rima was so detailed that it told quite a complicated matter for their family.

"You know aunt Naima, I'm confused right now."

Connect Rima.

"Why are you confused baby, don't you also want to know who your real mother is?"

My toot.

"You're right aunt Naima, I would love to meet my real mother, but if I choose my mother, grandfather and grandmother will be sad .And I don't want to see them sad."

Answer Rima that was so dilemma.

"Then what about your father?"

Ask again.

"I don't know, but if you're not willing to marry the woman you chose, your grandparents mean you don't want me to be with her and she doesn't love me."

"Don't say that, your father must be thinking of an idea how to keep you with them."

I said I tried to calm Rima's heart even though the impression was a little defending David the Proud widower.And actually I was thinking about how I was saying that I was the woman his grandparents chose to be a mother.

"really?are you sure it's like that?"

Rima asked looking at me.

"That must be dear.believe me he always tries to give his best for you."

My answer convinced Rima.

"Then if your father agrees to remarry with the woman of your grandparents' choice, do you approve of that too?"

I slowly began to convey that

I'm that woman.

"Of course it's aunt Naima."

Answer Rima.

"You sure?"

"Even if you don't know that woman?"

Ask again.

"Yes, I'm sure whoever he is, if that's grandpa's choice he's the best."

"And I pray that the woman has the same nature and kindness as you."

Rima kissed my cheek.

"Serrrrrrr.r...."

I felt so relieved to hear the last sentence of Rima's hope about the figure of the woman who would become her mother.

"really?"

"Then what if the woman your grandparents chose was me?"

I asked slowly and slowed down the tempo of his speech.And in a few moments we were just him and looked at each other....

"No aunt Naima. I can't be...."

Rima replied with a surprised expression walking slowly back and continued to look at me while saying the same sentence over and over again.Really I was very shocked to see Rima's expression I was so scared if I had hurt her heart.

"Rima, dear.please forgive aunty.Really 'not as you think dear.Not why if you disagree we'll still be friends right?"

I said try to persuade Rima.

"Not aunt Naima..."

Said Rima again shaking her head.

And I can only be silent weakly bowing my head feeling guilty has made Rima even more upset.

"There's no way I'm turning her down, aunt..."

"Haha......"

Rima continued her sentence while laughing and ran to hug me.

"Huff...."

My blood was like walking back, my cold hands from trembling warmly returned with a heartbeat that began to normal again.

"Truely aunt Naima, where may I refuse you to be my mother.Auntie is the answer to the prayer that I have been asking God, so that my biological mother is full of love and affection like you."

Rima continued trying to calm me from my anxiety due to her acting that made me shocked.

"Oh.You're getting naughty now...."

I was so touched to hear every word of Rima's explanation, and I got more and more anxious with Rima's acting that successfully made me deg degan.

He continued to laugh amusedly because I did not stop tickling him.And again our laughter in the attention of David from a distance without us knowing.

Seriate......