Why marry me, Gus?
chapter 5

Huda and I were still standing on the porch of the cottage discussing the cancellation of the engagement. Wirda was still standing next to me, but the girl just kept quiet and watched my conversation with Huda.

I'm still waiting for a response from Huda. I have made it clear to Huda that I do not want to be proposed by him let alone marry him. Huda is really far from the type of man I dream of, and I'm sure I'm also far from the type of woman Huda dreams of.

"So what, Mas? I'm just here to talk about it. Instead of me and Mas continued with a forced and make both our parents disappointed, meningan we stopped here just before everything became complicated!" my spoken.

"Allahuacabar ... Oshakbar ...."

Huda had not had time to say anything, suddenly the ashar adhan was loud from the mosque. Huda smiled at me and it seemed like the man was already getting ready to leave.

"Adzan. I want to pray Ashar first," said Huda.

"The aura is not far from here. Let's go to Surau together for congregational prayer!" bring Huda.

Kirain she wants to go alone. Why does he wear everything?

"No need, huh. If you want to go, please go!" my tukas.

"Don't do it, Rin! Entering the prayer time. We want to pray in Surau here," Wirda persuaded me. At first glance I saw Wirda's red cheeks. Did I just look at it wrong, huh? Why did Wirda's face turn so red?

"Come, Arin!" bring Huda again to me and also Wirda.

With an annoyed face, I finally followed Huda who had stepped foot first to the surau. We also perform Ashar prayers there.

After the prayer, I intend to resume my conversation with Huda. But it seems that the man refused and was busy with his own activities.

"Mas, we can continue that one, right?" I asked Huda.

"I'm sorry, Arin? I still have activities at the cottage. It was also afternoon. What if you go home now?" huda shouted at me.

How home? I haven't got any results yet! I've had a hard time coming to this boarding school, and he just wants me to come home with no results?

"But, I'm not done talking! How can I go home?"

"Sorry, Arin. I still have activities in the cottage that can not be left," said Huda. "It's dark soon too. You better just go home."

Today was truly a tiring as well as a frustrating day. By force, eventually Wirda and I had to go home from the boarding school.

Although she refused to continue the conversation with me and told me to go home, Huda still remained friendly with me and spoke softly. But his friendly attitude for a long time just made me sprain! Looks like Huda is rich there is no guilt when he told me to go home!

"Once again I'm sorry, Arin. You be careful on the road" Huda said as he drove me away.

Unfortunately, I no longer want to respond to Huda's words. Fortunately there is still Wirda who wants to answer the words of Huda, to just maintain good manners.

Suddenly, the man thrust something at me as I was about to start my motor. "I brought a jacket for you. It's dark, the air's cold. You wear this so you don't get cold on the way" Huda said as he gave me his thick jacket.

Why is Huda so good to wear with all his jackets? I don't want a jacket. All I want is a cancellation!

I came all the way here, but I got nothing home. I was in vain trying to get here.

"No need, Mom. I'm holding the cold!" I said with a tinge.

"Are you sure you don't want to? It's dark soon. Later you get wind on the road, you may catch wind later," persuaded Huda so that I received a jacket from him.

"No need! I won't be cold!" I firmly reject the kindness of Huda.

Huda still smiled even though I refused his jacket. "Yes, that's it. Be careful on the road, yeah!"

"I'm home! Assalamualaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam!"

"Are you okay, Rin?" wirda asked me who seemed to be shivering in the cold.

"It's okay, Wir!"

"You're cold, huh?" ask Wirda again.

"No, really!"

When I was about to pass the ramp in TubanSari Village, suddenly the motorbike I brought suddenly took by mouth. I immediately stopped my motorbike and checked the two-wheeler.

"Why, Rin?"

"I'll check first, huh!" I said, then got off the bike.

Turns out my tires are flat! Another position is on the rich climb gini, but my bike even act. The distance to the house is also very far away. I am not far from the pesantren area yet.

"It's deflated, huh?" ask Wirda.

"Yes, Wir! What aps, huh! I want dark gini, tires wear all deflated!" nagelku while pressing my flat motorcycle tires.

"I'm trying to get some help, huh!" sahut Wirda's.

Fortunately, not long after, there was a motorbike santri that passed me. Without asking, the students stopped to help me.

"What's the motor, Ma'am?" santri asked me and Wirda in the middle of the road.

"They deflated, Mas!" I said with a clear face.

"Here Ma'am, I push it up!" said santri.

Wirda and I were really helped. Fortunately, someone passed by. Otherwise, I don't know where to take this bike.

"Where are you from?" the santri asked me and Wirda while pushing the bike.

"We both ran out of the boarding house" I replied.

"Oh, what a coincidence! We santri in the boarding house here," said the santri.

I was just a beard while throwing a thin smile. After getting a less pleasant look from the santri in the cottage, fortunately during a tribulation like this, I was met with a good santri who did not see my appearance that was quite urgently.

"If you may know, what business to the cottage? Brother again, huh?" ask the santri

"No, Mom! I don't have a brother there" I said. "I have needs there."

"Oh, that!" santri's comment. "Rarely anyone who visits the pesantren except the santri family."

"I happen to have a promise with that guy. It's also my first time going to a boarding house here" I said. "Maybe you know Mas Huda?"

The two santri fell silent while rounding their eyes wide. "Bak came to the boarding school to meet Mas Huda?"

"Yes, Mas. I need to be with Mas Huda and be told to meet him here. Uh, I even got unlucky on the way home," I said.

Looks like the two students did not expect me to come here to meet the son of the owner of the boarding school. Judging from my appearance, I have nothing good to be a santri family, especially to know the owner of the cottage.

"Well, we didn't expect to see her guest Mas Huda."

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