GIFT FROM GOD

WEDDING NIGHT

If only Isha had not been in front of her father and mother this time, she would have pulled her hand from Malik's grasp, who seemed to be taking this opportunity tonight. However, Isha did not want to add to the problem so that her father's anger, which had peaked this afternoon, would be ignited again.

"I'm glad you agreed to do it, Mal. One thing you must remember is that Isha is my only daughter. Even though you have helped us to avoid embarrassment and embarrassment, that is no reason for you to do anything to Isha." Ridwan ended his advice.

"Sure, Dad. I will surely love Isha with all my heart. And I will keep it according to the mandate of Father and Mother," said Malik, who tightened his grip even more.

The other hand tightened his grip, making Isha even more furious. However, Isha couldn't shake off Malik's hand again, so finally, Isha remained silent. Only occasionally did he nod as if agreeing with their conversation.

"Yeah, Isha. Listen to Dad. All this time, I have complied with whatever your request, whatever your wish. Father agreed even when you proposed to Murad to be your future husband. Honestly, I don't quite fit your choice at that time. But because you love him, I accept it graciously." Ridwan stopped his sentence for a moment to sigh.

Isha was silent, looked down, and felt guilty. Malik glanced briefly at Isha, whose hand he was still holding. Malik tightened his grip as if to give Isha support and say that everything would be fine.

"But in fact, my feeling is true, right? If Malik hadn't been there, our family would probably have been the subject of gossip by our neighbors and relatives. Especially you, Isha. That's why I ask you, just this once, you obey what Dad says. Be a good wife for Malik. That's my request, "concluded Ridwan.

Isha was silent and still looked down, not daring to look up to look at her father.

"How are you, Isha?" Ridwan asked his daughter.

Isha finally looked up but couldn't answer because she couldn't be sure if she could be with Malik forever while her heart was still filled with Murad, who had left her.

Seeing the awkward situation this time, Malik took over the conversation to save Isha from being chased by Ridwan's questions.

"Well, our situation is different from someone else's marriage situation. It is difficult to forget Murad and accept me in Isha's heart. However, true to my promise, I will try my best to make things better for both of you. I hope you can understand our position," said Malik.

Ridwan nodded in understanding. The boy smiled. He was not mistaken in agreeing to Malik's help to this family because Ridwan felt that Malik was the right man for Isha.

"Okay. Maybe you two are tired from the day's events. Or there's something else you two should talk about. Now rest," Ridwan ordered the two newlyweds.

Malik nodded.

"Then we'll excuse you, Dad, Ma'am," said Malik as he took Isha's hand gently, taking her back to the room.

Ridwan and Rosminah nodded.

Isha still let Malik hold her hand when they returned to the room. However, it was only momentarily because when Isha arrived at the room, she immediately withdrew her hand from Malik's grip. Malik let it; it was not at all forced.

"Can I sleep in the same bed with you tonight?" Maik asked on purpose because he knew that Isha didn't want to sleep in the same bed with him.

Malik could have insisted on sleeping in the same bed. But Malik won't do it. He respects Isha and whatever that woman decides.

Hearing Malik's question, Isha turned her head and looked at Malik.

"You know, right, that this marriage is not what I want?" Isha asks back fiercely.

Malik nodded.

"Yes, I know that, Sha. That's why I asked you." Malik answered with great patience. No emotion emerged.

"That means you know, right? What's the answer?" Isha threw questions at Malik, which the man understood very well.

Malik nodded. He then spread the carpet at the end of the room at the bottom of the bed's foot. He would use it to sleep tonight.

"Can I use the pillow?" asked Malik after the carpet had been laid out.

"Take it," Isha answered flatly, expressionlessly.

"Thank you," said Malik, who took a pillow, bolstered, put it on the carpet, and lay his body there. At the same time, Isha was already lying on the soft bed.

Silence both of them were silent as if drifting in their thoughts. Malik used his hands to support his lying head and asked Isha.

"Are you asleep, Sha?" asked Malik in a clear voice.

"Not yet." At first, Isha's sharp voice made Malik hesitate to speak.

"May I speak?" asked Malik further.

Shut up, hush. No answer.

"Sha?" called Malik to ensure Isha still heard his sentence.

"Hmm." Finally, Isha answered as well.

"The day after tomorrow, I must return to where I teach." Malik started his sentence.

"So?" asked Isha quickly.

"Since we are husband and wife, I think you should come with me as a form of my responsibility to you," said Malik flatly.

Hearing those words, Isha gasped and got up from her sleep. She sat on the bed and looked at Malik, who was lying on the carpet on the floor of this room. Luckily, Isha's room is spacious.

"I have to go with you to where you were teaching?" asked Isha sarcastically.

"That is, if you will. If you don't like it, you're not ready, and you still want to live here with your father and mother, I won't force you." Malik answered flatly.

"I still want to be here!" Isha said curtly.

"Yes, no problem. It's just that maybe I can't go home often because the distance is quite far. Maybe once a week or two, I'll be able to come home to visit you," Malik continued.

"In that case, good." Isha is relieved because the less often she sees Malik, the better it will be.

"However, so we don't get caught, I hope tomorrow morning you wake up quickly and wash your hair before the morning prayer," pleaded Malik.

"Uh, why should it be?" asked Isha, who immediately got up and sat down, staring intently at Malik, who was lying relaxed on the carpet.

"Yes, so that Mom and Dad don't get suspicious, Sha," Malik answered patiently.

"What if your father and mother are suspicious? Why? Must, yes, maintain the image of others?" asked Isha again curtly. Her wide, round eyes stared at Malik.

"Mother is not keeping the image, Sha. It's about respecting and maintaining the feelings of father and mother." Malik explained calmly. He glanced at Isha, who was looking at him angrily. And really, those beautiful round eyes are still as attractive as they used to be when they were still good friends since childhood and teenagers.

Isha snorted when she realized that Malik was staring at her intensely, making her uncomfortable, and then Isha threw herself back on the bed roughly.

'If only it were Murad and not Malik who had said the consent wedding this afternoon, now would have been the most thrilling moment for me,' Isha's heart whispered, full of regret.

Unknowingly, tears slowly rolled down from the corners of her eyes. However, as much as possible, she will not show anyone how her heart is hurt by what Murad did to her today.

Meanwhile, Malik, who had not yet been able to close his eyes, let his thoughts drift. Honestly, he also never imagined that his youth would end in marriage to Isha. Even they are in the mood on the first night of their wedding. However, who would have thought he would spend his first night sleeping alone on the carpet in this room, even though his wife was sleeping on the bed?

It is undeniable that Malik has liked Isha since they were teenagers. However, a misunderstanding made them turn into enemies.

At that time …

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