Wife Candidate Substitute
17. Choices
”You're okay, right?" malik asked as soon as the troublemaker left the room.
”Nothing, this is the document that Mr. Malik needs me to excuse me first,” said Hana.
”Oh Yes Hana,” call Malik.
Hana reversing direction, ”There's especially Sir?”
”We go home together,” Malik said.
”But ... ”
”No rejection later wait for me in the lobby!” malik did not accept the rebuttal.
Hana just nodded quickly and immediately walked out of the room in shame with Faris still in the room listening to the conversation between the two of them.
”Mm, there seems to be progress,” Faris said.
”Shut up!”
”But it is true that Brother has fallen in love with him, only a stupid man who does not fall in love with him.”
”So you're a stupid guy for not falling in love with him that way?”
”Bang, I already have Sabrina so let alone have another woman one is not inexhaustible,” exclaimed Faris.
”But if Bang Malik likes him I will support until halal,” said Faris gave support to his sister-in-law's candidate.
”It's better you clean up and get ready to go home or you want to stay at the office?” exclaim Malik.
”Ish, yes I also want to go back to dating Sabrina,” said Faris chuckled.
Malik immediately cleared up and immediately left his room after feeling finished tidying everything up, he quickly headed to the lobby where Hana was waiting for him.
”Sorry I'm late, let's go home!” malik.
Hana got up and walked parallel to Malik to the office yard where Malik's car was prepared by security.
”You go home directly?” ask Malik.
”Iya,” replied Hana briefly.
”Why iron once?” malik occasionally glanced to the side.
”Again speak,” reply Hana.
”Actually I want to take you home but since you seem to be in a bad mood so maybe next time aja.”
”Sorry.”
Malik only smiled faintly hearing the answer from Hana.
”Did the incident factor also affect your mind?”
”Ya little.”
”Please forget yes and do not take the heart that has its own loss later,” said Malik this time Hana did not respond.
Once at the house Hana was surprised by the arrival of someone who was on the porch of his house.
”Why is he here?” lirih Hana's.
”Who?” ask Malik.
”That's my papa neighbor in Jogja, why is he here,” reply Hana.
Malik looked at the handsome man in very neat clothes like an ustadz on the porch of Hana's house. His intentions will not get off the car so provoked to know the identity of the man.
”Assalamu’alaikum Hana, finally you go home too,” greet Jaka.
”Waalaikumussalam, what is it that Mas Jaka can be here?” ask Hana.
”It just so happens that I am at his house my sister so all of you stop by here bring this deposit from your papa,” said Jaka gave a cardboard snack typical of the city of Jogja.
”Aduh so troublesome like this, why also papa kasih beginning when I never asked,” said Hana.
”Thank you, that's a sign papa attention with his daughter,” said Malik.
”Please sit for a while I take this to the kitchen first.” Hana left the two men in the living room, both of whom looked at each other.
”I know since childhood his father he is my neighbor in Jogja,” reply Jaka.
”Oh so,” said Malik.
”March himself?” He asked Malik.
”Mr? Do I look that old? I am Hana's boss in the office,” Malik replied by holding back the upset in his heart for being called ’bapak’ by Jaka.
”Oh so apparently, his father Hana asked me to ta'aruf with his daughter I know if Hana is a good girl so I want to accept an offer from him. Perhaps she was traumatized by the failure of her daughter's marriage last month so she would not allow her daughter to be in a relationship with another man. What do you think?”
”What do you mean?” Malik asked Jaka.
Jaka felt wrong in talking finally quiet because Hana had already returned to the living room along with drinks and small snacks on the tray.
”Sorry a little while please drink,” said Hana.
Malik looked at Jaka with a feeling of annoyance and jealousy because he had pocketed permission from Pak Soleh Hana's papa.
The three of them kept quiet until Alvin finally came, melting the atmosphere.
”Assalamualaikum Kak Hana,”.
”Waalaikumussalam,” answer the three.
”Eh there are guests, loh Mas Ustadz Jaka kok here, Mr. boss also,” said Alvin then looked at his brother who was in a state of not okay.
”Iya I was titipi-by your father happened to me again at my brother's house in the hut gede area,” said Jaka.
”Makasih Mas Ustadz,” says Alvin.
”Then I go inside first,” says Alvin he feels the smell of competition is starting.
”I said yes Na, sometime I can come again?” ask Jaka.
”Iya may but sorry I do not have to be at home because every day ngantor even sometimes overtime if a lot of work.”
”Good no problem, Assalamualaikum.”
”Waalaikumussalam,” replied Hana while Malik just stared intently at Jaka.
”You close to him?” ask Malik.
”Not really,” replied Hana.
”Oh yes Mr. Malik please bring also yes for Emil the food was where it might run out if I and Alvin who ate the problem too much or Mr. Malik can share the same Bik Surti he would like I'll get it in the kitchen.”
Hana backwards without him noticing Malik following her. Hana took out some of the food that was still in the packaging moving it in a paper bag.
”Astaghfirullah you surprised me,” said Hana who was surprised because Malik was already behind him instead of avoiding Malik actually curbed Hana's body making the girl unable to move.
”What Mr. Malik does, if my sister sees how he can misunderstand,” said Hana.
”Let me care what,” Malik said staring at Hana unblinking.
”Please do not accept if the man proposed to you,” Malik whispered.
”Why are you talking so?” hana asked immediately turned her face away because the distance between them was so close that it made her almost unable to breathe.
”Because I will propose to you later,” Malik whispered again.
Hana gasped at Malik's words and stared at him intensely, whether the man in front of her was joking with him unfortunately Hana only found seriousness there.
”Astaghfirullah,” said Hana while pushing Malik's body to make him hit the refrigerator.
”I'm sorry Mr. Malik I accidentally,” said Hana who was worried about the state of Malik.
”I'll charge Hana, not now I'm sure you need time,” whispered Malik making Hana even more erratic.
Malik tidied up his clothes, ”I go home first, greetings to your sister. Assalamualaikum.”
”Waalaikumussalam,” answered Hana staring at Malik's departure.
Once turned Alvin was already leaning against the wall with his hands folded in his chest. ”How will Kak whom will you choose rich handsome widower or ustadz handsome but ordinary?”
”Eh?”