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118. Like a Catfish

"Child doesn't know it's lucky! Why didn't he tell you in the first place that he didn't want to be proposed? Only for this reason did he agree to the proposal and now abruptly cancel. Then how is this? The guests have arrived. There is no way to cancel this proposal. Where'd you like to poke your face?" Ismail was wrathful with a red face extinguished, his hands squeezing the paper and throwing it in any direction.

"Aiza, you have to replace your brother!" Ishmael's words were firm, staring at Aiza with a dominating look.

Aiza surprised. Returning from Cairo instead of getting a good gift, he was told to receive an impromptu proposal. The heart can stop suddenly like this. Aiza came home with a hunk of hope to be back together with Akhmar, how could she possibly accept the proposal? For many years he waited to be reunited with his heart, how is Akhmar? Is that guy like before? Has it changed? 

"No, Abah. It's Zahra's fault, don't leave it to Aiza!" Aiza refused.

"This is not a matter of overlaying errors. You are not wrong. But ask you one thing, will you give your service to me this time? Help abah. Save me from this big problem. Abah was ashamed to say this shameful thing to the outside. Please, brother!" Ishmael's eyes begged.

Oh Allah... Aiza's half-hearted heart was heartless. Never had Ismail behaved like this before, what else was staring with such pleading gaze. But Aiza also already has an appointment with Akhmar. Even that wait he had expected for five years.

"I'm sorry Aiza, abah. Excuse me. Aiza can't. Aiza already has a choice," replied Aiza firmly, hoping that the answer would be a telak that gives understanding.

Silently, Ismail sighed. Soon his eyes closed. Grimacing and holding the chest firmly. Moans sounded from his mouth. E e eeeh then the body wandered to and fro. Like a tree falling.

"Astaghfirullah." Qanita grabbed her husband's body, held him back from falling, led him to a chair.

This call is a hat. If this was the case, Aiza no longer had the strength to resist. He already knew what would happen after this, Ismail had a reason for a heart attack to strengthen his orders. It's exactly in the movies. Hadeh. The drama of Aiza's life.

"If you still want to see your brother breathing with relief, you help me solve this problem. Be your brother's replacement" Ismail asked with a quick breath. 

This was what was hard to resist for Aiza. It would be ungodly for him if only he let his brother flounder like a catfish lacking water when he refused a request to help the family. 

 Duuhwa.. Brother Zahra why the hell should you run away all? This is finally Aiza who got targeted. Brother Zahraaaaa.... 

"Should ya, Bah?" Aiza is like a confused person.

"should."

"No. You may even run away if you leave" Ismail said, holding his chest firmly.

"No, Abah. Aiza won't do anything like Sister Zahra. Aiza keep Aiza's promise." Aiza looked at Ismail with confidence.

"Go, Aiza!" qanita said while nodding her head.

Getting permission from Qanita, Aiza also poured into the house next door, none other than Adnan's house. He barged in shortly after saying hello.

Someone answered the greeting from within. None other than Adnan's mother.

"Mother, did you see Adnan?" aiza asked the middle-aged woman she called mother. Aiza's expression looked anxious.

"Aiza, Adnan left the house along with Zahra. They took a taxi somewhere. That's what my mother has been worried about since. Though the mother wants to attend a proposal event at your home, but canceled because the mother is embarrassed. What did your family say when they found out that your mother's son was running away from the girl proposed?"

Aiza. Biting the lower lip. Apes. He has no other choice now. He returns home alone without Zahra and can only nod when Ismail takes her forward and is introduced as the girl being proposed to.

"Aiza Hulya!" Ishmael introduced the name Aiza in front of everyone. Aiza sat on the left side of Ishmael, Qanita on the right side of her husband.

The entire guest stared at Aiza's beauty. There was a buzz of conversation talking about how the prospective wife who was proposed was very beautiful. 

"This is your future husband, Aiza. My son, his name is Muhammad Aldan" said a man with a powerful thundered voice, none other than Adam.

Slowly Aiza's head was raised, staring at the figure of the man called by the name Aldan. A familiar name in his ears. He exchanged a glance with Aldan. 

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