The Marriage of Haram II
#01

Nazril was still sitting watching his face in front of the mirror.a few strands of gray hair tucked between his black hair began to be pulled one by one. Not much but very disturbing his eyesight. Moreover, one or two strands that grow near the ear. Sometimes he complained when some of his black hair was pulled. This time his attention turned towards the frown wrinkles on his forehead.he massaged it upwards and tried to hold it with his thumb and index finger. The wrinkle again looks stretched as he takes off his thumb and index finger back.

Nazril. His age is now even 40 years.at the age of four heads, he still has not let go of his solitude. Everything a woman wants is on her. His handsome face with pure white skin, high posture as well as an established income, made the girls look forward to being married by him. In fact, the mothers of his neighbors did not hesitate to ask their daughters to marry Nazril. He was just too shy to express his interest in someone. In addition, his busy career as an expert staff in one of the pearl companies, made him not have time to think about it.

in addition, he had a commitment to complete his only sister's college. Ever since her parents died, she became her sister's sole hope of completing her studies. He had not focused on thinking about marriage before his only sister really finished her lecture.

tock,tok,tock...

The sound of the door being knocked from outside. Nazril sighed and immediately tidied up his messy hair. A little dirt stuck to the end of his eyes rubbed him with a handkerchief on the table.

"His hat is Kak" said a beautiful girl dimpled next to him with a smile behind the door. He held a tray with a cup of coffee. Before he was allowed to enter, he had already stepped into the room. A glass of coffee in his hand was placed on the table. He then dropped his body on a soft bed.

"You didn't go to Pit College" Nazril said. He walked to the table and sat down. The glass of coffee in front of him lifted and sipped it once.

Aaa...

Pipit put his body on the bed. Nazril.

"Well, I was asked if I was sleeping,"

Pipit held back his smile. His eyeballs were stuck in the middle facing the ceiling of the room.

After a moment of silence, his laughter broke.

"So soon Brother, Pipit must make sure first brother is cheerful or not," said Pipit. He got up and walked over to where Nazril was sitting. He hugged Nazril's body from behind. He was sullen as Nazril wrapped his hands around his neck.

"Sister, come on Dong Kak, when is the wedding. Pipit pingin once had a sister-in-law," said the pipit in a spoiled tone. Nazril smiled . He turned around and grabbed a narrow ear.

"Finish your college first. Don't be naughty, 20 years you're graduating, then during that time you'll be waiting for your sister to get married." He sighed

"What's? that long?" said Pipit pretending to be flabbergasted.

Pipit. She then took off her arms and pulled out the phone from her skirt pocket. His hands began to nimbly fiddle with the phone screen.

"Sister, look," Pipit showed Nazril his camera screen. Nazril squinted his eyes. After making sure Nazril read a short message in Pipit's phone. He shifted the phone screen again.

"This too,"

"This too,"

"this is also." Pipit looked at Nazril. Nazril only smiled at his sister's behavior.

"It's a text from Pipit's friends, all asking to be entrusted greetings to Brother." Pipit looked annoyed at Nazril who only responded with a smile.

"And this, special pipit for sister." This time Pipit showed a photo of a girl in a white headscarf on her phone.

"It's the smartest girl on campus. The guy's nice, pretty, and shalelah. Among the girls that Pipit chose, only he entered the top one. Her name is Milna Salsabila. One more thing, he is also the same as the older brother, still single," explained Pipit at length without giving Nazril a chance to talk. His body prancing around in excitement as if the relationship between his sister and the girl of his choice was really happening.

Nazril turned around and sipped back his coffee. That made Pipit turn upset. His efforts all this time to match his brother remain fruitless.

Pipit put his phone back in and dropped his body on the side of the bed. Nazril turned his head and stepped closer to Pipit. After being satisfied looking at Pipit who seemed to care less about him sitting beside him, he hugged Pipit's body.

Nazril smiled and pinched Pipit's cheek. Pipit's face is getting sullen.

"I appreciate how,"

"Pick one of the dong Kak,"

"Choose how, people's children are likened to goods,"

Pipit looks increasingly upset. Nazril's thighs were hard. Nazril screamed in pain as he threw his body on the bed.

"Males, ah, Pipit's going to college. Males, males," said Pipit patting the bed. He then stood up and thrust out his hand to shake hands with Nazril.

"Gak ah, you haven't apologized yet. Big brother's thighs must be blackened because of your pinch,"

"Sister.sister, come on, later Pipit can be late," said the spoiled Pipit as he stomped his feet.

"Son, ah, before you apologize" Nazril said. He hid his face behind a pillow. Pretending to be angry. Pipit approached and overstretched Nazril's body. The pillow that covered Nazril's body was snatched away. Nazril covered his face with his hands. Pipit's nyosor lips about to kiss him made him ticklish.

"Ok, ok, big brother. Come on, get rid of your lips first, you don't want your lip sticking out of your face" Nazril said as he pushed Pipit's body away from him.

Nazril got up and tidied up his tangled clothes. The peep still stands. He grabbed Nazril's right hand and kissed him.

"What else, come on, go there," Nazril said as he saw Pipit still standing. This time he thrust his hand towards Nazril.

"The money is the bond" said Pipit, holding a smile.

"Baxonization or pulsanination," Nazril said as he walked towards the table. He felt the back pocket of his pants. He seems to be starting to get confused.

"What's up, brother" said Pipit. Seeing Nazril looking for something, he approached.

"Sister's wallet, there's no yes" Nazril said. He opened the desk drawer and checked some of the pants and clothes in the closet.

Nazril sighed while shaking his waist. His eyes glanced back and forth with frowns, like he was remembering something.

"Lost Brother?" tanya Pipit's.

"Don't know, you usually put it in your back pocket" Nazril said. He felt his back pocket.

Pipit followed.

"How about Pit, brother's ATM is in that wallet." Nazril looked at Pipit. Pipit raised both his shoulders with a pouting face.

"But for a moment" Nazril stepped up and reopened the desk drawer. He showed Pipit a fifty thousand note. Pipit walked weakly closer to Nazril and snatched the money that was in Nazril's hands.

"Eat him Brother quickly marry let someone save his money," said Pipit.

"Yes, Brother, Pipit left first, it was too late," continued Pipit, he held Nazril's hand and kissed him again.

Nazril nodded and sat back in front of the mirror. The remaining coffee is half drunk again. He sighed several times when he could not remember where to put his wallet.