ZULFA FORTITUDE
Tiffany(POV)

Right now, I want to laugh. How could the intention to apply for Shaffa, can turn 180° to help find her future husband. But come to think of it, it's worth proposing to a woman that people have proposed to. The wedding was less than 5 days. Is it better to give up this intention?

But my intention is as if I do not want to escape from my wishes, still hoping Shaffa will be a guest in my life. Better just follow God's scenario. Until there is a bright and clear path to the relationship between the two, before I enter the life of Shaffa.

Maybe my fault too. Why not for a long time, express a feeling buried in this chest. Now that it will belong to someone, I feel lost and want to take it back.

Gaffa ....

A name that I put in every prayer. Only I can whisper to the Power. Without being able to say it immediately. Because it is still pursuing the ideals of S3. Stupid right?!

At that time I thought it was right, I was late. That night after the wedding, Mother, was the beginning of my desire to get to know Shaffa more closely. But he's getting married. Subhanalpha ....

I clearly saw Shaffa rejecting the marriage. But her father was so firm to continue with his wedding plans. Yeah, who wouldn't want to see his daughter happy with a cop, like my mother.

But I think it's different. If Mother is based on the seeds of love that already exist. Not so with Shaffa. Indeed, not everyone is born in the same state even though both a policeman I think between Heru and Papa Hasan are different. This I can feel when the tears of Shaffa just flowed by the time I met in the middle of the rice field. Not a word came out of his lips, about the matter buried in his chest. But her tears told me. Wanting to hug her, of course I couldn't. Because I respect him.

And it was even more real when he clearly revealed, who Heru really was. Although his father did not believe him at all, what did he say.

I see her steps are very heavy when it comes to following us, to find out the whereabouts of her future husband. Sometimes I see tears in her eyes. But it soon disappeared as his lips smiled. Maybe he's trying hard with whatever happens.

Could it be that this time, the right time to say my heart. But no, I'm afraid his father will think a no-no.

Ah, I've caught Papa Hasan and Mother Zulfa. As we walked together, we met at a lesehan stall. Papa smiled meaningfully at me. Which I reply with a smile. Though his heart was worried that Shaffa loose.

She whispered to me, "Hurry up and marry her,"

Papa Hasan doesn't know that Shaffa is getting married. But Mommy knows, but does not know the problems now faced by Shaffa.

"Pray us." I replied.

Papa Hasan is grumbling. As soon as I talk like that, just shoot.

"Son Shaffa wants to get married?" Want to laugh how. Want to prevent it from coming out as well. I finally saw what drama was going to happen.

What I did not expect, with it turned out to open the veil of the Shaffa question and the meaning of the father Shaffa actually.Yes.

"That's Papa's business. Just get close to him."

Oops ...

But I think this is worth being grateful for. I just say hamdalah. Alhamdulillah ....

Could it be something for me to get the thing. Okay, that's okay. Although the road is strange. Turning, turning and winding even uphill also in an instant as well. And I'm so glad that Mother supports me. Seen at the time Shaffa was crying on his lap. Mother glanced at me.

"Woman."

"Well, Bun." I replied happily with the gesture given.

"Remove your tears, son."

"Mom, where are we going?"tanyakanya. When the car goes in different directions with Papa Hasan.

"A girl as beautiful as you doesn't deserve to cry. It should be the wedding, you're happy." My mother is indeed number one, keeping our plans very neat.

"What does mom mean?"Shaffa again asked, when Mother took him to a boutique.

"You must look beautiful on your happy day." Mother holds her hand which looks still hesitant to step.

"Thank you Mother. Let me try to accept all this." Her lips smiled even though I saw her eyes still puffy. I think that's how Shaffa is, whether this is a weakness or an advantage. And obviously, with all of that, he looks special.

I could only watch the two special women were busy picking wedding dresses.

"Wan, is this good?" A pink dress with silver flowers is beautiful indeed. Especially if you use Shaffa.

"Son Shaffa likes it, try it." Maybe because Mommy is the boss, she complies. I soon saw the photo on my phone. Beautiful ....

Actually I don't really know about wedding trinkets. I'm lucky I have a mother who knows that. Out of the boutique we headed to the jewelry store. Back Mother invites to choose a complete jewelry for herself. He was silent, still hesitating.

"I don't feel good about Mom."

"Oh, just follow. Mother wants to see you happy. God willing Mother is willing. You'll even get angry if you reject it."

"But, this is an exaggeration."

"Maybe Mother is now happy so give you a lot of gifts." Shaffa.

"Shaffa, here. You like the model?" Mother calls. Shaffa observes the jewelry that is in the hands of Mother. His eyes sparkled, though he said nothing.

"Here Mother put it on. Not the same size as your finger."

"Mother, is this for me?"

"really. I don't accept rejection. Okay." Okay."

"Thank you, Mom." His face was still sad, but he tried to smile.

"That's better."

Quite time-consuming also circled around looking for wedding trinkets. Thank God everything can be finished. Coinciding with Papa Hasan coming with Shaffa's father.

His face looks sad. Even seem to hold back the crying. As soon as he saw his daughter, he immediately hugged her. But not a word came out.

"Father don't be sad, Shaffa is willing to get married" Shaffa said. He was about to comfort his father, who seemed to be crying.

"Father trusts you, Shaffa." Then let go of his embrace.

"But let Safa calm down first."

"Yes, Sir. Let Shaffa be with us. The day before the day H. We'll take you home" said Papa, who was standing next to Shaffa's father.

"If it's in your place, I believe."

"How about Shaffa?" ask Mommy.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Yes already, Shaffa. You go back first."

"Assalamualaikum," he said by passing into the street. Like stopping public transport.

"Mr, Irwan interracial."

Thank God he stopped his steps.

"Mother, I'll take Shaffa first."

"Beres, Wan" replied Papa Hasan. The one that holds Mother, the one that Papa answers. Ah already, the important thing is to say goodbye.Toh, the same.

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