Verses of Love Page #4

able to achieve something, Fahri.

This is just a suggestion.

You can say no.

My ex-student is looking

for a husband for his niece.

Do you want to do the Ta'aruf?

I have a potential bride for you.

Just accept it, Ri. From

Syeh Utsman, right?

Yes, I know, Ful, but I... I

understand, I understand.

You still doubts about the concept

of a chosen partner, right?

Taaruf is only about meeting each other.

Witnessed by family members.

If you like each other, you can

step further into a marriage.

But if you don't, you can consider it as...

two families getting to know each other...

and maintaining a good relationship.

You also gain a new friend. Everything

depends on your faith now.

When you were a child...

you used to play by this window.

I still remember how you

laughed uproariously.

But lately I rarely hear that laugh.

Is it because of that Indonesian guy?

Mama...! You don't have to be like this.

Let's go to grandma's place in Hurgada.

It's been a long time

since our last visit, right?

Come on, Maria.

The taxi's waiting outside.

One moment, Mama.

I'm just a son of a local food salesman.

I don't have a steady job yet.

I don't feel it's right.

Istighfar, Fahri. Marriage

is an act of devotion.

Insya Allah, the way of

fortune will be shown to you.

The most important thing is the morals.

Assalamualaikum,

Fahri. Waalaikumsalam.

Now open your veil, Aisha.

Your husband to be has the

right to see your real face.

How is it, Fahri?

Ful!

Ful!

What's it?

I've found my soul mate. Alhamdulillah.

Maria!

Maria!

All of them have gone. Gone where?

To Hurgada since yesterday. Thanks.

As long as she is religious and

willing to come to Indonesia...

I will surely give my approval.

But you know that Father and Mother

can't endure long hours on a plane.

Our prayers will be with you, son.

What's wrong with you, Maria?

You're not going to call Fahri?

No, Mama.

I bought you new books.

Oh? But I still have my books.

Why don't you give those to your friends?

What's up, Maria?

Nothing, Mama.

Where is Fahri, Saiful?

Aisah... Hm? Isn't our flat too luxurious?

Honestly, I won't be able to pay the rent.

Honey, this is my mom's flat.

It's okay if we stay here

for a while, isn't it?

You can study in peace, and I

can write my book too, right?

But I will follow your decision,

cause you are my faith.

OK?

Are you still planning to pick

up the computer from the flat?

That's Fahri. What time do

you want me to pick you up?

Isn't his wife pretty?

No wonder he married her.

She's rich... just look at them.

Don't get envious, It's not good.

Hey, how are you? Fine.

I'll go there first. OK.

Assalamualaikum, Nurul. How are you?

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