The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
Start to Doubt

"Euh.., how come you do it anyway, want to get married", Tiara glanced at Robi.

"It's for our good Tiara, so where can we both go without fear of suspicion"

"It's safe here, so take it easy first, hopefully the weather will improve quickly, so we can go home quickly, already!, I go to the room first, want to rest, want to rest, long time here even in grebek again", Tiara stepped foot towards the exit that is still open.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Tiara said before leaving Robi's room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam", Robi followed Tiara, and saw Tiara completely enter her room, after which she closed the door and laid her body on the bed.

"I'm stupid, how come to think in that direction, take Tiara married all" Robi murmured.

"If only I had been first, maybe I had met Tiara instead of Ustad Fikri" Robi muttered.

"God why was it, all I wanted I could easily get, when I was so far away from You, but now, even the one I love is in sight, it's hard to get it", Robi closed her eyes.

His mind drifted to a time that made his name respected by all his friends and rivals, his name much embraced by all women. It was not Robi who was chasing them, but they were the ones who approached, and not even a few offered themselves to him.

But Robi is different, although growing wild, but he is so respectful of women. He never once abused her, including Marisa, who used to be his girlfriend.

Not felt, Robi was asleep. He is arranging a dream that can hopefully be achieved in reality. With Tiara, the woman who changed her life orientation.

In the next room, Tiara was the same, he was pensive on the bed, he was also thinking about Robi's words earlier.

"Ah...anything, what plan is it?, the time of marriage lies, it's the sin of his name", muttered Tiara.

"Marriage is not a game, but a sacred agreement with Allah SWT, this time will be made a toy, Robi, surely he would be angry if that happened", Tiara said to herself.

Suddenly Tiara remembered Nyimas, Nyimas had talked about Ustad Fikri, until now Tiara had never spoken with anyone, including with Robi.

"What's the reason Robi talked about Ustad Fikri?, does this have anything to do with Nyimas?, does Robi also know about Nyimas?", Tiara guessed.

"Then..., why would anyone want to kidnap me?, for what, and who is it?, the time of Ustad Fikri?, Ah...Robi you really ngawur, have invited a lie marriage, continue to accuse Ustad Fikri all over again, this is mah modus", Tiara pursed her mouth.

ci, Robi is a great man, he can desire in her, he is also honest", Tiara smiled.

"Astaghfirullah.., why do I keep thinking about Robi, when I said myself that I am his future wife Ustad Fikri, how is this, Ah...., what is it?, what is it?, how does it feel that I'm starting to doubt Ustad Fikri, or this is all because Robi has been here with me for a few days, is my heart starting to branch?, no..., because I also don't know how I feel about Ustad Fikri", either",

"Change that has guided my feelings to be focused on Ustad Fikri, from childhood I lived in the Pesantren neighborhood, Abah limited my association, especially with men. And only after growing up, Abah began to introduce Ustad Fikri, until finally Abah expressed his point", Tiara continued to talk alone.

"But Umi said too, the soul mate is in God's hands, not in Abah's hands", Tiara now chuckles.

In the cottage, Fikri increasingly unfocused only, he had started rarely going to the mosque, he began to often go outside, because he was looking for his sister, Marisa, and his wife, which he had expelled when Marisa came to his Kobong.

When in fact he was looking for Aleks and Joko, he wanted to know the truth from the words of Mr. Robani who said that Aleks and Joko had been caught, precisely they had surrendered themselves.

But even Fikri did not dare to come directly to the Police Station, he also rarely met Dery there, especially after knowing that Dery was not the father of Marisa's child . Fikri never asked about it, but clearly, the baby bule was not his son Dery.

"Hhmmm.., if I come to see Dery, kill myself mah, I have to how lagj now, if Aleks and Joko open their mouths, I'm done", muttered Fikri while continuing to walk around on his motorcycle.

Fikri also had time to scan the length of Robi's workshop. 'Hhmm..., it's starting the road again he, you guys, his work is nothing real, this this is-this is it failed!', thought Fikri.

"Huh..parkah.., even now you are caught again", grumbled Fikri, he then reapplied his motorcycle.

"Luckily, Marisa was very lucky, only a few seconds later, Fikri passed the workshop, and Marisa came out of the workshop, she was about to buy some sum-sum porridge for her son.

"Ouch...Marisa be careful!, if you want to go outside, see the situation first, safe or not?, lest anyone else know you are here, let alone your brother Fikri, can make matters complicated", ronald's Tegus, he's been with Marisa until it's done.

"Have entered again!, later if you need something, let us handle it, so as not to risk" he said again.

"Yes well, Bang sorry", Marisa lowered her head as she went back inside, feeling guilty.

"Your job is to take care of the food and clean up, the rest let us take care of it" Ronald explained before he returned to help Ilyas handle the customers.

"Don't be fierce!, he will run away?, we bother" reminded Ilyas.

"I'm just afraid Fikri knows, can do his business", I'm Ronald.

"Actually pity as well, he had no more protectors, no parents, was his only brother even so", Ilyas took a deep breath.

"Well.adopt just the same you, adopt as a wife, package kumplit tuh", kekeh Ronald.

Ilyas kept silent while smiling.

"Well..., happy huh?, she's still beautiful really, just not maintained", Ronald chuckled again.

"You yes, that again ..that again, I'm still disinclined by her, she's Robi's ex, how brave", Ilyas's smile.

"Ah.., there is a green light, it's over Bro, Robi already has Tiara now, just brush, the reward is great, ngurusin widow, there are more children",

"Already ah.., add digress, let's focus on work...work..!!", Ilyas patted Ronald's shoulder while glancing at the customers who seemed still in line.