Marrying Your Own
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Raffa returns home to his parents, intending to ask for his blessing. This time he was determined not to give up in order to get the blessing of his parents.

Tok tok tok tok

"Assynogaic"

"Waalaikumsalam" Beka answered from inside the house.

Not long after, the door of the house opened and it appeared Beka who had just finished cooking.

"Tumben you just stopped by the house now. Where have you been these few days? In the apartment, right?" ask Beka, like someone who is investigating his own son.

"Can I come in first?"

"Of course, I'm wearing it again. Let's go in"

Raffa enters the house and finds his father reading a newspaper in the living room.

"Here sit son" call Bagas.

Raffa followed his father's orders and immediately sat down next to him.

"Oh yes Mama wants to know you later with your friend's child. You want ya?"

Raffa snorted in annoyance. He was very upset with his mother who always set him up like now.

"Mom can stop doing that?"

"Do what do you mean?"

"Stop setting me up, Ma. How many times do I have to tell you that the only person I love is Kiara" Raffa said, feeling very upset.

"No. At any time, my mother would not agree with him. You're already crazy. Maybe you are also on the same side as him. Where is a man who wants to marry a woman who is not right like him? Getting pregnant out of wedlock keeps you in charge. It's so good for your life" growled Beka.

"There you are, Ma. The proof is that I'm Mama and Papa's son at the moment. Mama knows how I feel when my fiancee used to die, right? I can't get away from that trauma and close my heart to any woman. Now there is a woman who can open my heart again. But why do you have to be like this? Why do you have to force me to marry someone I can't love at all and end up just leaving a wound on that woman? I beg you this time, Mama, Papa. Please let me marry Kiara"

"No! You've really gone crazy Raffa. Looks like you should be possessed to be aware. My mom disagrees!" shouts Beka.

Feeling that his efforts would not pay off with a fight like this. Finally Raffa prostrated at the feet of his father and mother.

"I beg of you. Please bless me. I beg. I always follow your other requests. But I beg Mama, Papa, for my household affairs, I hope that all of that can be my decision. If indeed the result will not be good, I am ready to accept everything because this is my choice. Please don't force me to like other women. That was excruciating. I really can't, I'm sorry"

Raffa was still prostrating at the feet of his parents. Beka and Bagas who saw that were of course very shocked. Raffa has never been like this before.

He was a submissive child and almost never denied it even though he did not like it. But now, it's completely different. For the sake of his happiness, he was willing to beg his parents to be blessed.

"Stands Raffa" Bagas said, to the only boy.

"Papa never saw you this art for a woman. I don't know why you like that woman so much. But if it makes you happy, Papa let you marry him. Take him to this house and have dinner with us. Papa wants to know what kind of woman has made Papa's boy so brave" said Bagas.

"Seriously dad?" shocked Raffa.

"Seriously so"

"Thank you, Pa"

Raffa immediately hugged his father because he felt very happy. Another case with Beka who was upset because her husband did not take sides with her and instead approved of Raffa's relationship.

"It can't be dong, Mom. She should marry a good woman"

"When do you want to torture your own child? You want to see Raffa get divorced again just because of your selfishness like this? Just accept Beka. Even if he is married to a woman who has had children, that does not mean it is always bad. Never equate Raffa with his other brother" Defa Bagas.

Beka went straight to her room, leaving Raffa and Bagas in the living room.

"Don't listen to your mother. Do you know what he looks like? It will also be broken later. Calm down" said Bagas, patting Raffa on the back.

"Good, Pa. Thank you yes. I'm glad that Papa was willing to defend me"

"Either. Don't forget, take her home"

"Ready Papa. I'll say yes"

"Where are you? How quick to turn it around"

"You go to the apartment. These few days I'm trying to chase Kiara. So take a break now. If you rest here, the fear is not more calm but more stress" said Raffa, joking.

"Yes too. Yes, you are careful. The spirit of pursuing his love" said Bagas.

"Ready. Greetings to Mom, Dad. Tell me I'm saying goodbye first"

"Yes my son"

Raffa finally left his parents' house with a satisfied smile. Although his mother did not fully approve of their relationship, but he believed that someday his mother would be devastated as well.

I hope I really made a match with you Kiara. I don't care even if people say I'm crazy. All I know is that I love you and will love Kenzo like my own son. Raffa Mumbles.

Upon arrival at the apartment, Raffa immediately contacted Kiara.

Assalamualaikum says. What's up, brother?

Waalaikumsal. Kiara, you have time tomorrow?

Possess. What do you want to do, huh?

I'd like to take you to dinner at home tomorrow.

Hmmm why all of a sudden? I don't think your mom likes me.

Yes, my mother could not accept it. But this is at Papa's own request to invite you to dinner. You want to, right? Take Kenzo, too. I promise Kiara, this won't be the same as back then. I'm really not gonna make my Mama hurt your feelings anymore.

There's no answer. Kiara seemed to be considering whether she should accept it or not.

All right, I want to.

Hearing Kiara's reply, Raffa immediately pranced in excitement. So happy, he fell out of bed.

Aawwwww. The strangler, made Kiara surprised from across the phone.

Why are you, brother?

Why not, just accidentally fall. Thanks Kiara, you're willing to accept my invitation.

Equally Brother. It's a long time ago, I'd like to bathe Kenzo first.

Ready baby, uh sorry meaning Kiara.

Okay.

Kayla quickly turned off the phone with a red face. Raffa, meanwhile, condemns his folly of unwittingly calling Kiara affectionately.

What if Kiara is ilfil? Don't let that happen. I don't want to lose him for the umpteenth time.