
Abraham and Kalila's wedding was over at exactly five in the afternoon. And at five o'clock. Akmal just got home.
"Aah! I'm so tired of my body!"
Mama Jian who saw Akmal was sitting in the living room while leaning lethargic. He then approached her. "Why you?"
"Capek Ma's. Not rest fromadi."
"Akmal wants to go home from here and it doesn't taste good to Abraham. So Akmal came home when the show was really done." Akmal continued.
Patting paaha Akmal. Mama Jian replied. "Yes already. Just rest in the room."
Akmal just nodded. And when he will go into the room. Suddenly his phone heard a message coming in. When it was seen by him, it turned out from Cyra who sent her picture baby Zahwa.
"Ma! Looky. That's funny, isn't it? Akmal's getting more and more kangen with him."
"Where! Mama wants to see!" Akmal immediately gave his phone to his mother.
"Yes. Mama's granddaughter is getting fatter like that." Akmal smiled as he nodded.
"That's a video of Ma too. Try opening it,"
Mama Jian instantly played the video sent by Cyra. "Goddessa. It's funny how he talks to himself like he wants to answer Cyra's words."
Akmal's heart was very happy. She can't see Cyra and baby Zahwa. At least all baby Zahwa photos and videos have treated everything.
"If Mama misses to see him. Just come to Rashid's house, Ma."
"Later let Mama say it to me first, father," Akmal just nodded.
"Then Akmal wants to go to the room first Ma. There's still a lot of work Akmal has to do." Replace mama Jian who nodded.
Akmal then went to his room to clean his body. Earlier. Akmal also performed the Ashar prayer service while attending the wedding of Abraham and Kalila.
Now he just needs to clean his body. Then continue his work that is still neglected.
Leaving Akmal. We're moving on to Deena.
After arriving home. Deena went straight into her room. If you remember the name Fadli, Deena's heart beats twice as much.
"What's wrong with my heart?" Deena kept touching his chest.
"Aah! Maybe Fadli was just kidding. 'And he used to like to joke around never being serious." Deena tried to calm her mind.
"But? I don't know why I wanted her to come to my house. Then ask me to papa." Well, right? There's a feeling of wanting more to Fadli.
Deena then jumped onto her bed, after which she covered her entire body using a blanket.
"I'd better take a break. And hope that when I wake up. It's all just a dream. It's a dream."
Deena immediately tried to close her eyes to get into her subconscious. And it finally worked. Deena can fall asleep until she wakes up when the time has shown at four in the afternoon.
After waking. Deena took a shower and cleaned her body again. But not for prayer. Because he is lost today.
Deena spoke lethargic in front of her dresser. "It's not a dream! Because when I wake up. My heart was beating so fast again when I remembered Fadli's name and his smile earlier."
Her night. At the time all the Deena family was chatting casually after performing the Maghrib prayer service earlier. Suddenly their views were all sidetracked by the arrival of aunt.
"What's Bi?" ask papa Ahmad.
"In front is the guest. He said he was looking for Mr and Madam" replied the Aunt.
Papa Ahmad and Mama Rina immediately stood up to meet their guests. The eldest son, his older brother Deena, also passed along to his two parents.
Arriving in the living room. They were all a little confused at the arrival of the person they did not know.
"Emm! Pardon you? Did we know you all before?" papa Ahmad tried to ask.
"No sir" replied the guest.
"introduce. My name is Fadli. And this is my father and my mother." It turned out that the guest who came to Deena's house was Fadli.
Fadli really proved his point to Deena. Somehow Deena reacts later when she sees Fadli actually coming to her house.
Papa Ahmad, Mama Rina and also Chairil's brother are still silent to listen to the continuation of his speech Fadli.
"We're here to propose to your son Deena, sir." Dzakki's father smiled formally.
Deena's family was really shocked to hear what Dzakki's father said.
"I'm sorry? Did you know Deena before, son?" mama Rina was talking.
"Already Mom. We were friends in college. And I promised him I'd propose tonight."
"Chairill! Get Deena over here." Chairil just nodded. Then he went to Deena's room.
Arriving in front of Deena's room. Chairil knocked on the door slowly.
"Dad! Called papa."
Deena whose feelings are not calm from there is increasingly not calm. When I heard the brother's words.
"Yes Brother!" sahut Deena from the room.
Deena came out of the room. And passed with the brother to the living room.
"Fade!" Deena was really surprised.
While Fadli smiled very sweet and also deadly seeing Deena just out of the house.
"Sit Deena" said papa Ahmad.
Deena immediately sat next to the Mama while looking down and stealing a glance at Fadli. Moreover, at this time he does not wear makeup at all and only wears home clothes plus his instant hijab.
"Do you know this young man?" Deena nodded her head.
"He came here to propose to you. Do you want to?"
"Wait first. Don't answer Deena first." said papa Ahmad again.
Deena's heart was about to explode in the current situation. Moreover, Fadli looked very neat, handsome and kept staring at him.
"Son Fadli? What's your job right now?" general questions as usual.
"I'm a Lecturer in college when we went to college, sir." Papa Ahmad nodded his head.
"I'll be honest before. I'm not from a rich family like you, sir. I'm just from a simple family who never dated even close to Deena."
"If you've never been close to Deena. Why do you dare to propose to him now, son?"
"After a long time we did not meet. And it was accidentally met by fate. There is a heart that says that Deena is my soul mate. So then? than we fall into things that religion hates so much. I decided to come here with my two parents to propose to him as my wife, sir."
It's very gentle on Fadli. Can speak honestly to papa Ahmad smoothly, without feeling ashamed of who he really is.
Deena was more fascinated by the way Fadli dared to face the papa. He prayed that Papa Ahmad would accept his proposal.
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