Getting Married Due to Misunderstanding
10. Matchmaking Plan
...Matchmaking plan ...
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As I thought at the beginning, they would definitely ask a lot of questions like I was a criminal. The table of the invitees we occupy seems to have switched functions to a green table. The eyes of the five of them were extremely serious. Shabiya—the boy purposely gave me a sigh of relief. While the others were ready to give the question bomb kites to me. Azura clenched her right hand on our table. With reddened eyes held back anger. He seemed to try hard to refrain from venting all the disappointment that was in him.
"Are you not aware of Al? you're the most evil person we've ever met. Why did you close your identity? Answer Al?" asked Azura while crying. All of his words were very clear.
Yes I understand, Azura is very disappointed. Not just Azura, but the others as well. They were disappointed that they knew nothing about me. They feel close to me, but they're not. I just don't want to burden my problems on my friends. I want to share happiness, not suffering.
"Come on, this isn't a big deal. Why is it so serious?" I asked by trying to melt the atmosphere after Azura was really angry. I'm just faking things if this is just a minor matter.
"What do you think about Al, you don't think we're angry? You once said that the six of us are like brothers. Why are you hiding everything from us? Are all your words fake?" Hafozha said, stirring drinks that are not drunk at all.
"Al, we've been in office for over a year. And we all know how well each of us is. And we also know each other very well about the good of all of us." Hafizha purposely explained at length just to reveal all her sense of disappointment.
"I don't want to be a burden between you. Sorry." Clearly direct.
"I'm sorry? You said sorry? Oath yes women who have high prestige after hiding many things from us, now just say sorry." Azura said blasting all her anger. Shabiya continuously calmed Azura down. Azura did not comment on Shabiya's words.
"Azura, please calm down! we can talk all right. It's not polite to talk about this at Alisha's big family event. He will definitely be dealing with his family after we discuss this here." Shabiya was so calm. The boy was indeed very mature, both face and thought.
"No way," Azura refused raw in a high tone. We were all in the limelight of the invited guests sitting around us.
"You know Al, you're a rich man's son who pretended to be a commoner's son. As we know, you are not a person of honor. Until I realized it, I chose the wrong friend. I embarrassed Al, when I found out who you really were." Azura. Azura is an orphan, she grew up in an orphanage. He was finally able to attend college because he got a scholarship. Then found as friends. And it is disputed because of social status.
"Azura, please don't tell me that. Whoever I am, you are my best friend and my brother. Do not feel the lowest. Precisely because of that, I don't want to open up who I am among you. Because I want sincerity from you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"
"I don't want you to avoid this because of Ra. All men in the eyes of God are equal, which distinguishes only their obedience and goodness." I definitely touched Azura's shoulder.
"Al," said Azura suddenly hugging me. I'm so weird why my body is always reluctant to accept a hug from whoever it is. My hand was hard to move back Azura's embrace. I stood there as Azura hugged me tightly while crying on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry, too, I shouldn't be this angry with you." He said he made me try hard to hold my breath.
"No papa, your reaction is natural." I said.
"You still want to be friends with me?" ask it like this, little boy.
"certain."
"But why don't you give me back my arms?" tanyakanya.
"I-I have haphephobia." I'm obviously a little doubtful. Then Azura immediately took off my embrace.
"Are you a phobia of touch or hugs? Why did you just say? It is only fitting that if you squirm you are embraced his reaction is always like gini. Sorry, sorry I don't know." Said. I just nodded in understanding.
"What else don't we know, Al?" asked Hafizha patting my shoulder.
"Little, you don't have to worry."
"Well, where's Raffa?" I asked when I didn't see Raffa. The feeling was that he was sitting next to me.
"So he said he was called by his mother." Devon. Again I just nodded.
"Guys sorry, I can't explain everything right now. This is Alesha's show. I don't want to make a fuss here. I promise, tomorrow I'll discuss this at Hafizha's house." I clearly. They all nodded in understanding. Sister Lia came to me.
"Mak Alisha," he called. Just this time I saw Sister Lia looking very stylish. He wears material pants and a blazer patterned in matching colors, light brown. And wear a black hijab. Really, he looks charming.
"Sir Lia, what's wrong?" ask me gently.
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I walked side by side with Madam Lia. Mom's seat was not far from where we had gathered. I smiled as a formality to the person to whom I was referring. I was confused as to how I started the conversation.
"Alisha, know this Ms. Ima and Mr. Dwi. They're Papa's business buddies."
"Assalamualaikum, Aunt, Om, I'm Alisha. It's good to see you guys." I said, then kissed the back of their hand.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, you are so beautiful Alisha. Hello Alisha, I am Dwi. And next to me this is my wife, her name is Ima."
"God, thank you."
"Please sit!" Said Om Dwi. I saw Aunt Ima very silent, even more reserved than me.
"Mother Rumaisha, does Alisha have a candidate like Alesha?" ask Om Dwi.
"Not yet,"
"Alhamdulillah. Em, if you don't mind, I want to match my son with Alisha. It's also that Miss Rumaisha doesn't mind."
"Alisha doesn't seem to want to get married yet, Bi." Said a man who was no stranger to me, he stood behind me. Right, he's Raffasya.
"Raff?" my spoken. He sat right next to me.
"Hi Al, I'm sorry if this is a bit sensitive for you. I just found out you're Fatih's son and Aunt Rumaisha." Clearly without being asked.
"It seems you know each other well."
"Yes right Tant, we are one faculty, one program even one class. And Alisha is also my best friend." Clearly again.
"Interesting, Alisha is very private. I didn't even know he had a friend." Obviously Mama made me feel like I wasn't her daughter.
"Did Alisha have a boyfriend?" ask Mama to Raffasya.
"Loh so Aunt herself doesn't know about this? All we know is, Alisha doesn't have a boyfriend at all." Obviously Raffa.
"Why did Bu Rumaisha ask Raffa? you're Alisha's mother?" tanya Om Dwi is suspicious. How do you know if we are not close. We just have the same blood. I was born in his womb. But about the closeness of the bath, it is very far away.
"Em, I mean Mama gini Om, usually someone will be more open to his best friend, compared to his mother. Mama is very understanding, so Mama never asked you have a boyfriend what not? Because Mama knows how to keep her daughter's privacy in order to understand each other." Obviously for a reasonable reason. Very wise, right? Actually I just want to cover up something happening to the very person who gave birth to me. I don't want Mama's image to be considered bad by her co-workers.
"Great way to educate Mothers with Mother's children. I'm sure both of my daughters are very proud of their parents." Praise Om Dwi.
"Thank you for the compliment." I wanted to scream, sorry, not me to be proud of. But Alesha and Brother Hanzal, for they are the diamonds of the Adnan family.
"I'm interested in making Alisha my daughter-in-law. Do you agree?" question from Om Dwi managed to make Mama's mouth shut. Matchmaking is not a business matter, which when receiving will benefit each other trillions of money. Or when you say rejection, it will bring losses of billions or even trillions. This is not a business thing, but the life thing of two dislikeful people who have to be on a steep, unwanted precipice.
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