The Imperfect Story
Chapter 5

I chose him who was simple, but was able to make me feel special. With the aim there is a joke of laughter and a little sorrow together towards His Jannah.

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Ishmael is dissolving in his daydream, the shadow of seven years ago re-remembered. Beautiful events full of drama and a little tense when the beginning of applying for Zaskia to be made a wife.

In front of the campus, Ismail awaits the arrival of Zaskia after preaching it through a short message using a small cellphone in his era.

Upon seeing Zaskia's arrival, Ishmael approached and gave her a small box wrapped in a small ribbon on top.

"What's this?" asked Zaskia while frowning as she looked at the small box.

"Open up. This is a surprise gift for you that I have long wanted to give but did not have time because many tasks are disturbing." explained Ismail with a stiff smile.

"I opened it, huh?" Zaskia asked nervously.

"Please," Ismail looked expectantly at Zaskia. And Zaskia immediately opened the small box.

"Jeez, this ... " Zaskia was gaping yet covered by her own palm. The look on his face instantly blushed and his heart felt a little nervous mixed with happiness. A gold ring with a single jewel on it while inside it was inscribed the name Zaskia.

"Well, do you want to marry me? Share your joys and sorrows and walk with me until death do you part?" Ishmael held Zaskia's hand, then knelt before her just like the romantic dramas that Zaskia often watched. Increase the level of happiness in his heart because of getting such romantic treatment.

Due to her slightly high sense of prestige and ego, Kia felt that it was too easy for her to agree just like that. Finally Kia asked a lot of questions first before answering the application.

"Before I answer, I want to ask you a question. You just need to answer by nodding and shaking." said Kia and nodding back by Ismail 

"Are you serious about me?" ask Kia and answer with a nod by Ishmael.

"Did you not hesitate to marry me?" ask again Kia and Ismail also nodded.

"Is there no one but me you like?" last question from Kia. Ismail gave a pause of a few seconds, then shook his head but was immediately replaced with a nod.

"I'm seriously looking to marry you. I sincerely want to marry you. And you are the only woman I will make a wife to." said Ismail loudly.

"But why is your final question such as hesitating to answer?" challenge Kia until Ismail rubs his face slowly. Like thinking of something.

"I wasn't sure before. But now that I realize, only you will accept me sincerely. I used to be a fool, because I couldn't see you love me so much." Ismail explained making Kia smile restrained. But it is not that easy he will receive Ismail directly.

"You didn't propose to me because people rejected you, did you? Who knows, I'm just an escape." Zaskia said softly.

Ishmael sighed heavily then clasped Kia's hand, looking at her long-goal. Then the hand switched immediately cupping Kia's pretty face. Staring at Kia's eyes by channeling love.

"Kia, I'm sorry I didn't appreciate your feelings. I've changed, Kia. I really love you." Ismail with a sorry face.

Kia smiled, then held Ismail's hand still attached to the frame of his face. Kia looked back at Ismail with a happy, haru feeling. The man who had rejected her, now proposed to her instead.

"Hey, why so melow gini the atmosphere." joked Kia with a chuckle and a drop of tears dripping.

"Ah, that .. I .. " Ismail was confused as to what to scratch slowly behind his head.

"That's it. I'll accept your proposal. I promise to be a good wife to you. I love you, Ismail. And thank you for returning my feelings." Zaskia immediately pinned the ring to her own ring finger and raised her hand in front of her face looking at the finger that had been embedded in the ring.

Instantly, the daydream broke out as Zayn held his hand. Staring at her Papa while daydreaming was something that Zayn did not like. Because of daydreaming, Zayn spoke will not be ignored. Now they are sitting at the dinner table eating ice cream they have ordered online.

"Papa, may I ask you something?" Ishmael looked directly at his son's face.

"Can, Honey. Would you like to ask me what Papa is, hem?" in the elusnya strands of hair that covered the forehead of his son.

"Why didn't Mama ever keep her promise to Zayn?" zayn complained with a sad face.

"And Mama is busy, dear." said Ismail gently.

"What's your mom busy doing now, Pa?" asked Zayn innocently when he did not understand about the business of work.

"Mama again corrects the mistakes that Papa has made" said Ismail Lirih.

"Can Papa make a mistake?" that innocent question came out again from Zayn's mouth. Ishmael sighed before answering his son's question.

"Zayn, humans are basically always making mistakes. Already, finish your ice cream. After this we sleep." Ismail said because the watch in his hand had shown at nine o'clock at night. Zayn nodded immediately after finishing his ice cream then went to the room and slept as his father ordered.

Drrtnt ... Drrrt .. Ismail's phone rang, and soon he saw who called these nights. The name of the Judge on the screen of his phone, Ismail immediately answered the call.

"Hello, Ismail. I'm sorry to interrupt these nights." Judge's voice over there.

"Yeah, it's okay.  What's important you want to say?" ask Ishmael without further ado.

"I just finished this court. I have some documents that I have finished preparing according to your request. I want to ask for your signature so that it can be followed further as you wish." said the judge.

"Well, tomorrow we meet at a cafe near the company." Ismail welcomed after that immediately decided the call.

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Meanwhile in the company, employees actually work overtime. None of them refused. But seeing the time that has almost stopped in the middle of the night, inevitably Riska ventured to knock on the special glass door for a CEO to live there.

"Lake in!" the woman's voice rang out loud, making Riska swallow the remains of the saliva at the end of her throat. Riska also entered with a sling bag that had been carrying on her shoulder.

"Sorry, Miss Kia. Can I get my permission to go home now?" ask Riska carefully.

Zaskia immediately stopped her activity, staring intently at Riska. "You want to go home? You forgot we had to go overtime and finish the proposal. If it's not finished, it's not home yet!" snapped Kia by raiding the table until Riska was shocked.

"Sorry, Mrs Kia. But my mother was alone at home" Riska said.

"Keep, what do I care if your mother's home alone?" sahut Kia stupid time.

"My mother is sick this month, Miss Kia. No one's home now. If I don't go home, who takes care of it. I'm worried, maybe now my mother hasn't eaten." explained Riska hoping Kia gave her permission to go home.

"It's midnight. At most, your mother is asleep. If not, just call your neighbors, ask them for help." Kia said without looking at Riska at all. He is in hardworking mode.

"But, Miss Kia ... " Riska wanted to plead again, but her intention was expressed when she saw Kia staring intently. Riska returned to work with a heavy heart. His eyes condensed, wanting to stop right now from the job, but what power when the circumstances are so compelling to survive to connect life for him and his mother who is the only family he has.