When Love Is Afflicting
Request marriage

"I love him for God's sake, Ma" Shaka said.

"I'm not sure that" Ms. Drabia said, not sure if her son would not touch Annisa after marrying her.

Shaka clucked, "Seriously my dear Mama" shaka rayu.

"Oh yeah, where's my man-to-be?" asked Mrs Drabia to Ustadz Bilal.

"Anisa will be here soon" replied Ustadz Bilal. Seeing both of Shaka's parents, Bilal becomes convinced to accept Shaka as his son-in-law.

"Who was my son-in-law's name?. What class is she in now?" ask Ms. Drabia again.

"Top grade."

"Uhuk uhuk!."

Bukh Bukh Bukh!

Mr. Ansel, who was sitting next to Ms. Drabia, hit his wife's back lightly and coughed with a cough due to her own saliva.

"Ma, how come it sprains anyway?" ask the guy who still looks handsome.

"Ehem! ahem! " Mrs Drabia is pounding hard. So it's still a long time dong I can carry grandchildren" he said, manyun.

"Ehem!" Ustadz Bilal also joined in wheezing to hear the woman sitting in front of him, saying she wanted to carry a grandchild. Ustadz Bilal couldn't imagine her little daughter getting pregnant and having to give birth and take care of a child at a very young age.

"I think we better postpone the plan to marry them" said Ustadz Bilal.

"Well! how come Ustadz" Shaka was disappointed. Her mom anyway!.

Though Ustadz Bilal had received his proposal, this reply said in delay.

"My daughter is very young, still in school. If you want to have children, then! at least Annisa graduated from High School" said Ustadz Bilal.

"If it's not a Ustadz problem. That later we hand over to the children" replied Mr. Ansel reviewed his smile.

Got a besan Ustadz. From a famous and famous family. What else is lacking, try?. And also his prospective daughter-in-law in guaranteed beautiful and also Soleha.

"Assalamu aleikum!"

The shrill voice's cry managed to steal Shaka's attention and to the three old men in the room.

"Greetings hallaikum!" reply them simultaneously.

Annisa who came with Salwa and Hasna put their feet into the room, and immediately touched the hands of the three old men.

"Mama, Papa" Salwa directly sat his body in the middle of Pak Ansel and Bu Drabia.

"Salwa, Hasna!, go back to your class" told Ustadz Bilal, seeing his daughter's best friend leave class. The three friends are always like that, where is always three.

"We're at empty hours. Ustadz Furqon has not arrived, no one has changed" Annisa told her father.

"Where is the other teacher?" ustadz asked Bilal to his daughter. Know where his daughter is the other teacher. The one who runs the school is his own father. Only twice married, already senile, thought Annisa while turning lazy eyeball.

"So this is our son-in-law's candidate?" asked Bu Drabia without removing her net from Annisa who sat beside Ustadz Bilal.

Annisa, who is called a future daughter-in-law, commented on her smile, looking down embarrassed.

"Don't be ashamed times, Annisa" Shaka scolded smilingly.

Obviously Annisa was embarrassed, first meeting the would-be-in-law.

"Thou shameless, hm!." Drabia's mother, who was angry with her son who asked to marry the young man, grabbed the boy's ear again.

Geez! why is his son so different from the Papa?. In the past, when he was young, his father did not dare to approach girls. This is even his young son has asked for marriage.

"Sick Mama" Shaka lamented. It's been a nagging mama it likes to lick the ears again.

"Oh God!. Son, are you getting married?." Ms. Drabia hugged her child and cried.

"Mama, Shaka asked for Ma's marriage, not illness. Mama, how are you crying?" shaka said, ashamed to be treated like Mama's son in front of Annisa and Hasna.

Pluck up!

"Sick Mama! geez!. Why can't Mama be so soft?." Shaka grimaced in pain as he rubbed his arm.

"You anyway!" Ms. Drabia was singing her lips, upset.

"Gethem!."

Deheman Ustadz Bilal, managed to resuscitate Bu Drabia and restore the shape of his lips to the original.

"I'm sorry, Ustadz" said Ms. Drabia.

"So what about our son?" mr. Ansel said after seeing the clock on his wrist. He was a busy man, could not if had to linger for long.

"The kids are okay. We're okay too. We have to decide the time" replied Ustadz Bilal.

"If you can soon Pa" chirped Shaka impatiently want to be able to hold hands with the idol of the heart. I can date without having to sin.

"You want!." Again, Ms. Drabia fretted her child's ear.

"Sorry Mr. Ustadz, how to determine the day, we set the meeting time. And before marrying them, we as a male party, we should come to Mr. Ustadz's house, apply officially for our future daughter-in-law" said Mr. Ansel was seen hunting.

"Seeing Mr. Ansel seemed to be hunting. All right, we'll be waiting for you at home."Ustadz Bilal smiled.

"All for the future of children." Mr. Ansel also commented on his smile.

"Assalamu aleikum!"

"Greetings hallaikum!" reply all those in the room turned to the door.

"What's wrong?" ustadz Bilal asked the handsome and cute boy standing in the doorway.

"There's no Uncle Ustadz. Take Shaka to the cafeteria" Ferel replied smiling sweetly with eyes glancing at Salwa who was struggling spoiled in Pak Ansel's arms.

Ustadz Bilal, who saw him, followed in the eyes of his nephew.

"Ferel, eyes" said Ustadz Bilal, staring horror at Ferel.

"Ehem! Shaka, yuk canteen!" aja Ferel after thumping.

"Then my wife and I said goodbye, Ustadz. Sorry, can't last long." Mr. Ansel stood up from his seat after saying goodbye.

"I understand Mr. Ansel." Ustadz Bilal stood up from his seat.

After they all shook hands, Pak Ansel and Bu Drabia came out of the room, followed by Salwa and Shaka from behind. Ferel, who was waiting outside, grabbed him by the neck from behind, leading him to the school cafeteria.

**

Somewhere else.

Furqon seemed to be very busy with her work. He should be able to quickly solve the problem of Indonesian restaurants that he built in the country. So that he can quickly return to Indonesia to apply for Annisa officially. Although Furqon had actually asked her two parents to meet Annisa's parents, conveying her intention to question the girl who had managed to steal her heart.

"Furqon!"

Furqon immediately turned his head towards the man who entered the special room of the restaurant.

"Greetings hallaikum!" furqon said with a sparkling face towards his best friend.

"Assalamu aleikum!" said the man who forgot to say hello when he entered the room.

"Greetings hallaikum!" furqon Reply.

" What's up?" asked the man watching Furqon's face.

"What's the matter?." Furqon frowned not understanding his friend's question.

"Your face looks different than usual" Ibra said.

Ibra is Furqon's cousin and best friend.

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