Why marry me, Gus?
chapter 10

I stared at Ustadz Wahab and Huda, who were sitting in my parents' living room. I really didn't expect to see them at home.

"Assalamualaikum, Arin!" greet Huda to me.

" Ofraight!" flat answer.

I greeted Ustadz Wahab at once, then I went inside without any intention of accompanying the guests. After all, I did not make any promises with Huda nor his family. I don't think they're my guests. So, I don't have to serve them. I myself also do not know what they mean to come to my parents' house without telling from far away.

"Why did they come here? Come do not say anymore," I grumbled.

Soon after, my mother entered the house with Satria. I took my mother from Satria and spent time with my niece. Instead of me having to accompany Ustadz Wahab and also Huda, I took care of Satria at the back.

"here, Mom! Satria let me be with me!" I said to my mother.

"Eh, than you are here, mendingan you only that prospective husband you are the same as your future father-in-law! Let Satria be the perfect mom!" my mother's scolding me.

"They're not my guests, Mom! I didn't let them come here! Why would I let them?" I told my mother without any guilt.

"Don't do it, Rin! Anywhere, Huda is your future husband? There are your future in-laws here too! You should show your manners to you!"

"What kind of manners, Mom? I was scared too, right! I don't want them!" my mouth immediately took Satria to get away from my mother.

"Eh, Arin!" My mom tried to call me, but I didn't budge. Anyway I do not want to appear in front of Huda with Ustadz Wahab. Let them be taken care of by Father Mother. It wasn't me who told them to come here either.

"In the afternoon, Satria wants to take a shower now with Auntie?" ocehku to Satria

"Satria wants a cold shower, right?"

I busied myself with Satria by bringing the little boy to play water behind the house. While bathing him, I accompanied Satria to play with a frenzy, until finally Huda and Ustadz Wahab came home.

Until they said goodbye, I did not see Huda or Ustadz Wahab. After all, I was deliberately busying myself with Satria because I did not want to serve them. After being satisfied to invite Satria to play in the back, I immediately brought the little boy into the house.

I see the living room is empty. They finally left too. I don't have to bother pretending anymore. "Satria, we're looking for food inside, yuk! Grandma must have cooked you a lot of food!"

I took Satria to the living room and went back to accompany the boy to play. In the living room, I saw Father and Mother talking together.

I did not participate in their conversation, but whatever my parents said came into my ears, because we were in the same room.

"Kok you can bring Huda with Ustadz Wahab here?" ask my mother to my father.

It turns out that they were discussing Huda and Ustadz Wahab. I think they deliberately mentioned the name Huda when I sat near them.

"So that you accidentally met Ustadz Wahab. Ustadz Wahab had filled study material at the same Mualaf Center Huda. Coincidentally, you sent me there again. He was the father of Ustadz Wahab. So you just bargained to stop by the house," explained my father.

I also do not care how early Huda and Ustadz Wahab can be at home. But it turned out that it was all because of my father who invited the candidate of his besi.

"Oh that. Kirain Bapak Sama Ustadz Wahab has made a promise," my mother said.

They were talking about Ustadz Wahab and Huda. Though I have a sullen face, but it looks like the same father Mother more and more like talking Huda.

If the gini way, you can be more deket same Huda. You can also be amazed by that guy. It seems like my struggle to make my parents not like Huda, will be even harder.

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"Today I have to find out more about Huda!" I cried with a burning fighting spirit.

Today I will still continue my plan to find ugliness about Huda. It was impossible for that man to live without a gap. Surely I can find something to bring Huda down in front of my parents.

I immediately drove my bike to Wirda's house. Today I will go to Tuban Sari to dig up more information. I don't know where else to look for info. Only here is the only place I can use to find more information about Huda's life.

"Are you sure you want to go to Tuban Sari again? The distance is far enough. Half an hour!" wirda before getting on my bike.

"I'm sure. I don't know where else to look for information. Anyway I have to find something in Tuban Sari I replied to Wirda. "Wherever I go, I have to get some good information about Huda."

"You still want to find Mas Huda's ugliness? If I think so, Mas Huda might not have a bad past. And Mas Huda is also unlikely to have a bad temper. I'm sure Mas Huda doesn't have the vices you're looking for" Wirda said.

"Huda is just a human being! I'm sure he must have flaws too! Usually the guys alim kayak gini tuh have a wild habit behind us. I can find something!"

Wirda was just a mangosteen and no longer gave much of a response. Looks like my friend has resigned himself to all the things I want to do. Importantly, Wirda is still willing to accompany me no matter what. I don't know who else to talk to but Wirda. Wirda is the only friend who can understand my current condition and support whatever I do.

"I guess not, huh! I want to get some info somewhere else. People saw us at the cottage before, right? I don't want to see those santri-santri again" I said.

After going through a long journey to Tuban Sari, I and Wirda finally arrived. Wirda and I immediately looked for a place a little far from the pesantren area, and tried to find information about Huda from the surrounding residents. Ustadz Wahab boarding school is very famous in the region. Everyone knows Huda.

"We ask the same mothers in the vegetable maker how?" my proposal to Wirda.

"May-can-have!"

Wirda also accompanied me to the mothers who are currently busy shopping for vegetables on the roadside of the village. Wirda and I acted like we wanted to buy something, and tried to open up a light conversation with the mothers who were there.

"Excuse me Ma? Can you ask me something?" I asked one of the mothers in the shop.

"What do you want to ask, Dek?" the mothers responded to me and Wirda.

"I'm sorry in advance, if you may know, around here there is a boarding house, right?"

"Yes, Deck. The boarding house is not far from here. Is this coming to the cottage?"

"Oh no, Mom. I don't want to go to the cottage. I need to find some info before I go there. Coincidentally, I have a cousin who wants to enter the boarding school near here," I wrote a story to the mothers.

"What's the info, Dek? Want to find registration info?"

"I want to know, ma'am, what is the boarding school here, huh? I mean, those people. I was afraid my sister would get into the wrong cabin. Now there are so many perverted boarding schools," I said.

As much as possible I try to open the conversation naturally and not directly discuss about Huda. "If you may know, who does this boarding school have, Mom? I forgot his name."

"This boarding house has Ustadz Wahab, Dek."

"Oh that. If not wrong, the owner of this boarding school has one boy, right?"

"Yes, Deck. Ustadz Wahab has a boy named Huda."

"That's what I want to ask you, Mom! In my area there are ugly rumors about his son Ustadz Wahab. I want to know the truth, Mom. What is the behavior of his son Ustadz Wahab, Mom? The mothers here must know their son Ustadz Wahab?"

I hope I get the answer I want. Hopefully, Huda has a bad reputation in this village.

"What's the problem, Dek? Ustadz Wahab's son has a good reputation here. Mas Huda is not only famous, but also kind and determined. Mas Huda also often help in boarding schools. The boarding house here is also getting more advanced because of the help of Mas Huda who can manage the boarding house well."

My hope was dashed for a moment. Intentions wanted to find the ugliness of Huda, but again I actually listened to the flattery made for the man.

"Mas Huda is not only pious, but also friendly and gentle. The guy is not rude at all. Smile cheap and friendly as anyone," said the other mothers.

"Rubber, Ma! My heart is so good every time I meet Mas Huda. If only I had a daughter, I would have made Mas Huda a ghost!"

I'm starting to get desperate. It turned out that the whole world was already taking Huda's side. There is no one to vilify him. All that goes into my ears is praise and flattery for the man.

I'd rather get out of there than my mood be made worse by Huda. "Udah, Hero! Let's just get out of here!" take me to Wirda with a sour face.

"We're going home now? You want to give up?" ask Wirda.

"Who should I ask again? Everyone always talks good about Huda!"

In the middle of my decision, I suddenly saw Huda passing by on the road. I immediately pulled Wirda's hand and brought the girl to hide before Huda saw us.

"That's Mas Huda, right?" I asked Wirda.

"Yes, Rin. That's Mas Huda."

Why did Mas Huda quit the playgroup? Does he play in playgroups too?

Soon, I saw a little boy running towards Huda. Huda threw a smile at the boy, and the boy looked happy as he hugged Huda.

"Dad!" The little boy called Huda "father". Wirda and I were surprised not to play as soon as I heard the boy's voice.

Why did he call Huda "father"? Since when did Huda have children? Isn't Huda still a bachelor? Who exactly is this kid?

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