Accompanying First Love To KUA
The Part 11

At three o'clock in the morning, Zira did not know where to go. No one picked him up. Finally, Aziz offered him to go to his boarding house.

Zira did not want to, he chose to go to the mosque.

Not to appreciate when someone helps. But there is something more valuable. Take care of yourself. Bersu'uzdan can not, but still have to be careful with new people.

The world is full of bad people, good people are not few. Like Aziz, he followed Zira to the mosque without his knowledge. Making sure the girl he just met is okay.

After the Shahuh prayer, Zira immediately looked for a pay phone to contact her cousin.

Near Wartel there is a stall that has been opened, the owner is compiling merchandise. He sees Zira fiddling with a pay phone. 

"Sik, the phone's broken." It tells.

"What, Buk?" Zira's hearing was slightly disturbed.

"The phone's broken" he said.

"Well, can I borrow Momuk's cell phone for a minute?" He stepped closer to the mother's shop.

The woman gave him gladly. 

The roar of the vehicle in the morning was a little teasing with the occasional horn sound heard between the roars. The sun was already visible on the eastern horizon, greeting the passing workers. The dominant one is office workers. 

"Mas Fattah," called Zira as Fattah picked up the phone.

"Zira, huh?"

"Mas Fattah, get Zira, yeah, don't go back to the village. It's in the terminal. I have no money."

"Astaghfirullah, Iran. You are yes .... I don't know what your mind is. Father and Mother there are very worried, last night they contact Mas many times nanyain you. Your phone is not active."

Zira remained silent.

"Don't go anywhere, now you go there!"

"Yes, please tell Uncle to Mother, yes. Don't worry anymore."

No more response. Dashed calls.

Zira hasn't left the shop, "Still, Buk, yeah."

"Yes, you're welcome, brother."

Turn your face to the left. Looks like the guy from last night was in a daze. When he saw Zira, the young man immediately smiled.

It turned out that he wanted to tell her there was a call he had received earlier when his phone was turned on. Of course the one who contacted him was Fattah. Because only he contacted Zira using the man's phone.

In the morning, Zira had not eaten anything. Not even a piece of cake had entered his mouth. Belly singing. 

The man in front of him seemed to know, he thrust out a piece of cake.

"Thank you." Zira smiled shyly.

Shortly after, the silver car stopped in front of the stall where Zira was sitting. Zira also woke up.

"Yes, Buk, Mas Aziz. Zira was picked up. Assalamu'alaikum," said Zira.

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

Fattah said nothing. Zira also had no initiative to open talks. After finishing the youth's cake, he fell asleep.

Fattah glanced at the girl beside him. Then, refocus driving.

There are times when the heart has admired others. However, the owner of the body is unaware. After all, he defended returning to Fattah's place because Khabab had also been to the city. 

In the village was a little at home because you can see the smile of Khabab. Now that Khabab is no longer there, why go back there? Thought Zira while at the Lingga Lama terminal yesterday.

It is heavy when in the terminal Lingga Lama yesterday struggled with his own mind. If he does not return, it means that the children who studied afternoon with him were cut off.

However, no matter what happens, even though it is not responsible, he still decided not to return to the Village.

"It has arrived" said Fattah. He opened the car door. Makes Zira a little jolted from sleeping too well.

***

Fattah accompanied Zira to a meal. He no longer saw the sad look on Zira's face. 

Women, easy to hurt, easy to be happy, easy to smile, easy to cry, and good at also hiding wounds. Everything can be turned flat. Even though my heart is not okay.

For what is made sad, if around there are people who are always loyal to encourage. Like Mas Fattah.

"Mas!"

"Yes?"

Fattah poured a drink into Zira's glass, "Tomorrow if told to go home. Don't come back."

"Hm ...."

"Satel."

"Mas!"

"What?"

"Mas Ajmul is here again, isn't he?"

"Oh, so you came back here because you still want to see Ajmul?" asked Fattah coldly.

"Bu-no, really." Zira a little flirting.

"So?"

Zira could not answer anymore. 

"We're looking for Mas Khabab, he just came here, definitely don't know where to stay."

"I can find out for myself" said Fattah, "you can't go out!"

Evening, Fattah went outside, he had briefly returned again. Bring home a variety of snacks for Zira. "Eat, here! Don't try to get out!" Fattah locked the door from the outside.

As soon as Fattah came out, she threw herself on the couch and turned on the television. When he lifted the sofa cushion, he found the paper still sealed. Invitation to attend the wedding.

Ajmul and Kinan

Quickly Zira opened it. There it is mentioned that the event will be held on December 17 at Jl. Murti. 10. The third floor of Murti Place.

Zira's eyes glazed over. The letters on the paper made her chest tight. Very crowded.

Hearts sting, whimpering. Be an invited guest. No, he wasn't even invited. This is an invitation to Fattah, his cousin. 

If God does not desire, what can a servant do? Except for caving, hoping to get the best.

The heart does not need to be sad, every leaf that falls will be replaced with greener leaves again.

All that comes offers happiness and disappointment. It all depends on how we respond.

Don't give up all hearts, keep some. Just in case you get hurt. Also do not easily fly when offered hope, to forget the earth where the footing. Therefore, faith is needed as a reminder. 

We can be faithful, we can design, we can wait, we can be patient. However, to guarantee yourself a match with him, you can never even have been together for so long. Destiny over a soul mate, God of more will. Who will be fooled by whom.

It is not forbidden to make dreams also imagine high when with the people we love. However, love can end at any time, so we make promises and simple words. In fact, the promise before the sacred bond is only an illusion. If we keep insisting, then it makes no difference we are like soldiers who keep their weapons to kill themselves. 

When something soaks the cheeks, the blame is taste. No, he's not wrong. It is wrong of us to expect too much from humans. 

Zira folded back the invitation in her hand. Then there was a blank stare there, tears pouring down the river on her soft cheeks, without the sound of crying. For now tears that explain that in a chamber of his heart there is a very deep wound. 

It was late in the afternoon, the girl was still sitting in the same place. Until Fattah has returned. 

"Zira?" 

Zira threw away her face, pretending to be watching. However, a Fattah cannot be lied to. "Why again?" ask the man slowly. Stepping closer to Zira, sitting next to her. 

Invitation no longer, it turns out Zira's hand gestures are very agile. He covered it with a sofa pillow. 

"Azzazira, why?"

Zira wiped her tears, then shook her head. 

"It's the food that I bought, why isn't Zira eating?"

There was no response. Fattah chose not to ask again. Then he stepped into the room. 

"Mas!" 

"Yes?"

"Mas have money?" 

Hearing Zira's question, made Fattah smile, "Have it," he said. 

"Bring Zira to get some clothes, will you?"

Fattah frowned, "Yes, ntar malem." 

Seriate