
Not only Akmal was surprised. Abi Rashid and Umma Nada are just like Cyra.
Akmal's eyes bulged as if going out of place. And his face looked flushed with shock and anger.
Abi Rashid immediately stood up from his seat to greet Akmal.
"Son Akmal. Come on, sit down."
"I-iya Brother. Let's sit down first." Cyra even looks nervous talking.
Without talking much. Akmal immediately sat on the single sofa not far from the man dressed as the policeman.
"Would you go straight? Then Cyra grab the bag first, sister."
Cyra was so wrong to see the silence of Akmal with a cold and piercing gaze.
"no need. Finish your business with him first, Cyra. Because Brother doesn't want anything left as long as we're gone."
Akmal's voice sounded cold, calm and also deep with his sharp gaze.
"sorry. Who is this guy, Rashid?"
The man in police uniform asked while pointing politely at Akmal.
Abi Rashid was confused to answer how the question of the young man.
"You don't need to know who I am, sir." Abi Rashid felt a little relieved. But not for Cyra.
"Already! Continue what was your conversation. I won't interfere." Like not moving at all his mouth when Akmal spoke.
Instead Cyra was more afraid of Akmal acting like he was today compared to seeing his anger yesterday.
"All right! Thanks for the time, sir." Akmal just nodded in response.
Thereafter. The man in police uniform immediately expressed his intention again for what to come to Abi Rashid's house.
"Once again I'll say Cyra. Do you want to be my wife and accept my proposal?" Cyra instead turned her gaze towards Akmal who was currently looking at her with a piercing silent gaze.
Abi Rashid is used to seeing and accepting, even refusing applications from men who want to propose to Cyra. But I don't know why? Now because there's Akmal in his house too. Abi Rashid felt like he wanted to end the current situation immediately.
"Emm! Please forgive Cyra, Brother Zamra. Cyra can't accept Brother's proposal." Cyra spoke very seriously.
"May you know? What made you reject Sister's proposal, Cyra?"
"Is it because of this Master? Because you daritadi kept looking at him?" the young man pointed at Akmal with his five fingers.
Cyra nodded slowly. And the nod of his head had made the young man know very well what it meant.
"All right? I understand Cyra. Then Brother resigned himself. May you last and be waged to the wedding day." Akmal just nodded again.
A fellow man must have known. From Akmal's gaze alone it had been seen once how his position for Cyra was at this moment. With a chest. The young man accepted Cyra's decision.
Thereafter. The man said goodbye to Cyra and the others. And Akmal is left at this moment.
"Cyra's gonna take the bag for a minute." Akmal just nodded. And Cyra rushed into her room.
There was no discussion at all between Abi Rashid, umma Nada and also Akmal. Because they seem awkward. Especially Akmal who refused to say a word to the two of them.
When Cyra had already taken her bag. The two of them rushed straight to the hospital where Misha had just given birth to her first son.
In the car. Cyra and Akmal were not involved at all. I would love Cyra to explain to Akmal. But his tongue felt like he didn't know where to start. Moreover, Akmal's gaze still looked sharp once.
It was quiet for a while. Akmal suddenly said something.
"Who was Cyra?"
"Gee!"
"Have you recently been proposed to another man besides Brother?" Akmal asked without turning his gaze towards Cyra.
"Ti-no Brother," Cyra replied hesitantly. Afraid that Akmal will be jealous and offended.
Heard Cyra's reply. Akmal immediately turned his gaze towards Cyra while braking suddenly.
"Emm! Sorry." Akmal immediately ran the engine of his car again when it had made Cyra surprised earlier.
"I mean no! What's Cyra?" Akmal is very curious.
"actuallys. Before Akmal proposed to Cyra. There were already two men who proposed to Cyra first. And after Akmal proposed to Cyra. There were about eight men who came to the house to propose to Cyra." Cyra explained with her head lowered and a very slow voice.
Somehow Cyra felt afraid of Akmal who was clearly not who he was.
Actually Cyra did not want to tell Akmal the problem. Buty? Because Akmal knew it himself. Inevitably Cyra finally answered honestly to Akmal.
Akmal was really surprised. He thought he had no competition. But not his year?
"To those ten men who are Cyra?"
"There's that from his friend's son abi. Distant relatives. And the son of his friend umma" answered Cyra.
"What do they all do?" As if I wanted to know more clearly.
"There is a police ... "
"Zamra earlier?" Cyra nodded immediately.
"Doctor, lawyer, ustadz pesantren cottage owner, CEO, general manager, coal businessman and the other one is a machinist."
There was a taste in the chest that Akmal could not explain. When he heard the position of his competitors.
Akmal felt he was still losing away from all of them. Because he is only a lecturer at a University.
"Ehem!" akmal's throat was choked and dry.
While Cyra kept her head down covering her nervousness that she could not explain in words.
No more talk after that. Finally, the car that Akmal drove up to the hospital where Misha had just given birth.
The arrival of Akmal and Cyra was immediately warmly welcomed by the Hamzah family and also Misha.
Misha was very happy to see the arrival of Cyra who wanted to visit her.
"Masyaallah is very handsome your son Misha." Misha smiled happily.
"What's his name Hamzah? Did you give it a name?"
"His name is Abbiyya, Nak Akmal." It was not Hamzah who answered. Except for Hamzah's father.
"Abbbiyya Gaffar Kaysan." Hamza added directly.
"If it is not wrong, it means a brave boy, soft-hearted and wise, right?" Cyra tried to decipher it.
"Well! That's right Cyra. Oh, my God." Cyra smiled shyly because of the happy cheering of everyone who was there.
They then chatted casually and chatted with Hamzah's family and Misha.
Akmal and Cyra momentarily forgot the heart problem they had just felt because of the proposal from Zamra earlier. And when it was night time. Akmal then invites Cyra to return home.
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...***TBC***...