Why marry me, Gus?
chapter 3

I sat there staring at the phone blankly. The shadow of the face of the young man named Huda was still ringing in my head.

It still feels shock. Astounded. Bummer. Anyway, it's mixed up, so I can't focus.

"Let me go away from home! So hurt!" I immediately contacted my best friend Wirda, and invited my friend to meet. At times like this, who else could I complain to if not my good friend, Wirda?

"Wirda, you're busy, aren't you? I'm going to your house now, aren't I?" I told Wirda over the phone.

"Would you like to go home now? I can!" sahut Wirda's.

"I'm going there now!"

Soon after, I finally arrived at Wirda's house and met my best friend. Wirda and I immediately found a comfortable place to talk together and poured out my heart about the proposal that had just come for me.

"I'm sprained today, huh!" I told Wirda. "Today should be the most exciting day for us. But Father of the same Mother I actually made me sprain!"

"I'm sorry why?"

"If you heard this, you would be shocked!" sahutku.

It seems Wirda began to be curious after hearing my words. "What's up, anyway? Not bad news, is it?"

"You know, I was ...."

"I what?" tanya Wirda began to be impatient.

I took a deep breath before revealing the astonishing news to Wirda. "I ... IN THE ROOM!"

Wirda turned his eyes. It's only natural that he was shocked. I was shocked myself.

"laminated? Understood what does it mean? Who's up for the same room? You got a girlfriend? Since when do you have a husband?" ask Wirda streak to me.

"I don't know the same person either. When I got home, suddenly I was home. And I know there's a guy named Huda calling me. I don't know him. I don't know who he is. Suddenly he came to the house and asked me to make him his wife" I told Wirda.

Wirda was bearded and listened to my story to the end. Judging from Wilda's expression, it seems Wirda is also concerned about my fate right now.

"I really don't know what to do. I'm really in for a shock. I also want to refuse and have told my mother that I do not want to marry that person. But my mother doesn't want to hear. Now my parents have accepted their proposal. And they asked me to start acquaintance with the guy whose name is Huda" I said.

"So you don't know anything, suddenly applied to the same guy whose name is Huda?"

I nodded my head. "Mother kept persuading me to accept her proposal. Mother said they were from a beautiful family. And Huda's father is called ustadz with my father. Listen, he has a boarding school," I said.

"So you want to marry ustadz's son?"

I just kept quiet while breathing. "Don't say that, huh! I didn't say I wanted to marry that guy! Now maybe I can't say anything to my parents. But I'll find a way to fail this proposal!" I said with great enthusiasm.

"You really don't want to try to know that guy first?" ask Wirda.

"No need! I don't want to marry her! I want this marriage to fail!"

*****

"Wird!" I waved at Wirda as soon as my friend came out of the house and approached me.

Today, I plan to visit Huda's residence. The main goal, of course, is to persuade men to change their minds. There are more Sholihah women who deserve to be with him than me. Why did he have to choose me. Kan's weird. Because I didn't want to see Huda alone, so I asked Wirda to find Huda at the boarding house. I myself also do not know where the boarding house is located.

"Yes dong, it's not possible tomorrow, if I'm here now!" I said to Wirda."very funny to you Wirda." My anxiety pinched the cheek of the puffer.

Wirda throws a faint smile at me. "Aaaww, sick, Arin. What the hell are you doing there?"

"Hiihh, curious, are you?" God pointed at his face."I told you last night, I'm gonna foil this proposal. I don't want to marry him. So, I want to meet him to protest."

Wirda looked at me strangely while shaking her head, hmm, pretty much as well as she is today. Not usually, is he dancing?

Wirda and I began our journey to the boarding house of Ustadz Wahab family. The road we went through to the boarding school was quite winding. There are many climbs and derivatives, plus cottage buildings are also located in the far reaches of the village. This also made me more convinced to cancel the marriage with Huda. Anyway, I do not want to marry the same guy, let alone go back to this boarding school!

"The cottage is so far away!" my grunts are upset while wiping the sweat that has poured on my forehead.

"The road is also ugly again!" my tirade was unceasingly grumbling all the way to the boarding house.

Wirda just smiled and let me grumble at will. After a long journey, we finally arrived in the boarding area of the Ustadz Wahab family.

"Is this the place?" I murmured while searching for Ustadz Wahab's son.

"You sure this is the place? Let's ask the kids here how?" suggestion Wirda.

I approached one of the students who happened to cross paths with me. "Daddy, wait a minute!"

"Do you know a man named Huda? His son Ustadz Wahab? Is the guy here?" I asked one of the students.

Santri with the big hijab looked at me with a look that made me uncomfortable. What's wrong with me? I'm just asking where Huda is, but why does he see me so?

"Sorry, Brother. I don't know."

Not only did I ask one santri, I again stopped the other santri who walked past me to ask about Huda. But strangely, why doesn't any of them know?

"Damn! Where the hell is that guy? It wasn't nongolous!" my curse began to be irritated because I did not also manage to meet Huda.

"Patience, Arin. How are we gonna wait in the cottage?" bring Wirda to me.

Although since then I have continued to nag, grumble and curse, but Wirda just kept quiet and not much babbling like this impatient me. Fortunately, there was Wirda who took me. So I don't poke alone like a madman in a boarding school like I do today.

"Yes, yeah! Let's go to the cottage!"

Wirda and I sat on the terrace of the cottage while giving a glance around the pesantren area. Who knows if Huda will be through here soon.

Since then, I felt like someone was watching. Every time I look at a santri, the santri must look at me with an unpleasant look. Is it because I don't wear a hijab? All women in this boarding school must wear hijab. Do they like the clothes I wear? Right now I'm just wearing the same t-shirt with torn jeans on my knee.

But I don't care, anyway. It's up to them to see me. I don't bother them either.

But it looks like Wirda is uncomfortable to see mulu. Moreover, I was the same Wirda sitting on the terrace of the cottage long enough. Maybe pesantren people are confused to see foreigners who sit in the pesantren area without thinking about it.

"It's been a while!" my nagging began to impatiently wait for Huda to appear.

Soon enough, the person I was waiting for finally showed me the nose. "That's the guy!" my grunts while looking at Huda with an annoyed face.

I am ready to protest! Because of Huda, I had to go through an unpleasant journey while heading to the boarding house.

****