Want me to Be With You
Episode 17's
At eleven o'clock in the evening, Aqmal arrived home with Fauziah returning home from the study. The girl parked her motorcycle in the garage. This afternoon, after listening to the advice of Grandma Puji, he immediately went to the Pharmacy to pick up his motorcycle that was abandoned a few nights ago. After the magrib, she was called by her Aunt to study, coincidentally her theme of the household.
"He's from where. Why did you just come home at this hour?" muttered Aqmal who could only stare at his future wife from afar.
Inside the house, Malik's extended family was gathering in the living room. They are waiting for Aqmal's arrival. Fikram's father leaned his head against the sofa. Looks like the middle-aged man is not doing well.
"Assalamualaikum" Aqmal approached his family. Fikram's father slowly opened his eyes, staring fixedly at his slowly approaching daughter.
David, that guy was there too. Wanted to witness the questions his cousin had to answer.
"Sit down" said Fikram's father.
Aqmal furrowed his brows. He looked at his family one by one. Until his eyes stopped on David. David puts his shoulder around knowing nothing. Although he actually knew the reason why Aqmal was asked to sit down.
"Is it true that Lis contracted a house in Hidayat?" ask Fikram's father firmly.
Aqmal took a breath, exhaled it slowly."I_yes, Dad"
"Then do you really have a child with him?"
Aqmal fell silent, while the family awaited his answer. "Yes, his name is Fitra"
Mother Sakila and Mother David reviewed a happy smile. No exception Fikram's father and David's father who began to rack their brains to discuss the marriage of Aqmal and Fauziah. Fauziah's extended family deserves to know the truth.
Muli and David went to the second floor. Precisely in the upstairs room. It was none other than his favorite room.
"Li, do I have to do something?" ask David.
"It's too late" said Muli standing facing Fauziah's room where the lights were still on. It seems the girl in the house next door hasn't slept.
Back on the first floor, Aqmal volunteered to ask the family for their opinion. The man gathered his courage to tell her everything. Starting from the reason Lisna left until the birth of Fitra and why he could come in this City, the City where Aqmal was born and raised.
"I love Fauziah" Aqmal paused for a moment. "But I also want my son to grow up next to his Mom and Dad" he continued.
Duarr.the answer that managed to make everything in the living room inhale rough.
"What is the answer?" ask Fikram's father. The marriage is getting closer, this problem must be solved immediately.
"a__a_i .. I'm confused"
Fikram's father rubbed his face violently. "What are you confused about? Do you still love Lis? Until you're in a dilemma to make a decision? Huh!!"
Aqmal shakes. "Dad, all I think about is my son. I want him to grow up near his Mom and Dad"
From that explanation, the family concluded the answer. "Your sentence says your decision. Yes, if you choose your child. Tomorrow, we meet Fauziah's extended family. Gather your courage to apologize to them"
"But____"
"Sstttt .... Stop protesting. Fauziah deserves to be happy. And you don't deserve to be her husband" Fikram's father said.
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The waiting time came, where the Malik extended family talked back about their wedding plans. The beginning of the meeting still looks safe, but after getting into the core of the meeting, it looks like the big family Fauziah is angry because the son of the family Malik has stepped on the pride of the daughter of the family Darussalam. Even if they are less capable, but they also have self-esteem.
"I'm sorry, we'll take all the consequences" Fikram's father said.
"Go, take your son from here" said Uncle Fauziah.
Fauziah who was behind shed tears. Because their families are ashamed. He should have refused early marriage.
"Look, Ziah. You're not destined to marry young" Inner Fauziah. That sentence was to encourage her heartbroken self. Sick? Of course it hurts. Embarrassed? Of course shame. But yes, God's plan is the best plan.