
Wallpaper on the device of her future husband makes Jusma stunned. “Wallpaper mobile sister only still use photos Aisyah. In three days we will be married. If love is with Aisyah, why propose to me sister? Why not just apply Aisyah?”
Jusma's eyes glazed over, the speck in his eyes was already very ready to roll. Mr. Dhiaz twisted his brain, looking for a way that the speck did not meet the beautiful face of his future wife.
“I just haven't had time to replace it. Lately I've been very busy, so don't pay attention to that. Here, let me change now.”
“Already brother, your reason is too unreasonable,” reply Jusma.
“And you Aisyah, why not tell me the truth? You always said you had nothing to do with Dhiaz's sister. But in fact, it is too difficult to refuse if you and brother Dhiaz do have a special relationship.”
“We are just assistants and lecturers of Jus, no more.”
Jusma's cry that was restrained, finally broke. “But brother Dhiaz likes you Ai, not me.”
“I do love Aisyah. But I've also learned to love you Jusma. I'm sure, after getting married later my love is only for you.”
“Learn? My love is not a subject, brother.”
Ms. Husni became very sad to see Jusma cry. So he encouraged his daughter by giving her a marriage proposal.
“True says Dhiaz, Jus. Once you're his wife, you and Dhiaz will live under the same roof. You will often be together, and the seeds of love will grow because of it. Mama does not want to talk, because mama same papa you used to be so dear.”
“True your mother son. Aisyah is Dhiaz's past. As for you, you are his future.” Ms. Rahma said by patting Jusma's shoulder.
“To solve yesterday's problem, I still have to marry Aisyah. So that the name of the campus is good again and I don't get fired.”
“So you want polygamy?” ask Jusma's father.
“No, listen to my explanation first uncle. While the invitation has not been spread, we cancel my wedding with Jusma. I will marry Aisyah, after a few months of marriage I will divorce her. Only then did I marry Jusma.”
“I disagree. I do not accept Aisyah being a widow at a young age,” ptotes bu Arni who cried as much as she could.
“You must be heartened Arni, not just Aisyah who lost here. Jusma too, everyone already knew she was going to marry Dhiaz. But he had to bear the shame that Dhiaz would marry your son,” replied Husni.
“But son . .”
“I'm sincere ma, mama should also be sincere yes.”
“Alright then. Mama come along you want,” replied Ms. Arni with a heavy heart.
“Then I will also agree. But there are conditions.” Jusma hung up her words.
“What are the terms?” ask Mr. Dhiaz curious.
“Kakak must promise not to stay home with Aisyah even though she is married. You can't touch Aisyah. Just don't treat Aisyah as a wife. This is all I'm doing for the sake of our marriage plan. I'm afraid brother will dump me for Aisyah.”
“Okay, I promise I won't treat Aisyah as wife.”
“You also have to promise not to treat kak Dhiaz as a husband,” said Jusma while staring at Aisyah.
Aisyah tried hard with everything she experienced today. With a heavy heart he approved Jusma's words. “I also promise not to treat Mr. Dhiaz as husband.”
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Thank you for reading faithfully. If anyone's waiting, sorry (if there's a🤭). The author has to wrestle with his own mood. As always, do not forget to leave a trace, so that the spirit is also written.
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