Accompanying First Love To KUA
The Part 18
Clouds looked gray that morning, Zira quickly ran into the cafe D’Brown where she worked.
Perhaps once the sweep of the wind, rain will come down to greet the earth.
“Kalo chick yesterday came again, tell me, yes.” Someone was talking to Khabab that Ajmul was wearing a gray suit combined with black jeans and shiny black shoes.
Zira did not notice and casually walked in front of them.
“That's it, isn't it?” tanya Khabab pointed towards Zira. He did not know anything about the relationship between Zira and the young man before him now.
“Zira!” followed by the call of Ajmul. The foot very quickly took a step following Zira.
Zira's heart almost fell when he saw there was Ajmul in the cafe. However, he took action to be mediocre. “Sorry, I'm working. No time to talk.”
“Ra!”
“Ayuk, Mom! We work.” Khabab's arm was taken to the kitchen. Not paying any heed to Ajmul who wanted to talk to him.
“She asked Zira from earlier, maybe there is something to convey.”
“Shut! Quiet, Mas. That's Ajmul, a married former Zira. I again set my heart, have not been able to meet him,” explained Zira with eyes felt heated.
“Ra!” Ajmul followed him.
“Zira, act mature,” whispered Khabab in Zira's ear. He stepped away, but Zira's hand pulled the apron used to stop the man's steps.
“Stay here, until he leaves,” Zira said.
“Do not dodge, Ra!” Ajmul was already among them.
“What's up, Mas?”
Ajmul remained silent, looking at the girl before him.
With such a position, all the flash then returned one by one arranged in Zira's mind, he tried to deny it.
‘Aware, Zira! Conscious! He is now already tied to another.’
“How are you?” That's a question from Ajmul.
“Alhamdulillah healthy. How are you doing with your wife?”
“Healthy only, she is pregnant.”
“Oh, thank goodness. How long has it been?”
“Two weeks,” said Ajmul, “I came to see you not to discuss it,” continued Ajmul.
“Mas, keep in mind you are now married.” Zira switched to her job. Arrange the glasses located on the table.
Behind Ajmul's pocket was heard ringing a cell phone. Repeatedly the ringing was heard, but Ajmul ignored it.
Khabab has gone from there, because there is a need.
“Zira, I hope you find the best beyond me. Assalamu’alaikum,” hatch and reverse. Now they're turning their backs on each other.
Not knowing what courage Zira had, he stepped up to stand beside Ajmul. “Mas, just pray, hopefully the man.” He appointed Khabab who was at the cashier's table.
Ajmul also paid attention to Khabab. However, his phone rang again, making Zira's hearing impaired.
“Go home, maybe your wife called,” Zira said.
Before leaving, Ajmul had to look at Zira while talking to people across his phone.
“Iya, to the hospital alone, I again work.”
In the end the tall man walked out. Welcomed the rain. Zira. Before the glass walls of the cafe drizzled and blurred the view.
It is useless to just build patience, but forget to invite sincerely. Patience and sincerity are lovebirds who keep walking together.
**_**
The silhouette of the beach in the twilight rembang looks beautiful. Zira, standing on the beach watching the boisterous waves chasing.
They go to Rania's house, which is near the sea.
Zira was silent, looking at the expanse of the sea decorated with an orange-colored sky. There are still some boats that have not pulled over and the seagulls scramble towards the nest.
“Sister! Already Maghrib, let's go in!” exclaiming Rania stood at the door of her kitchen overlooking the sea.
His new friend Zira turns out to be from the humble.
First Zira cleans the body and then berwudu for Maghrib prayer. Later, Rania's parents served dinner.
Outside it looked boisterous with children running around. The side-by-side house makes the yard look narrow. The children ran in a small alley with only the porch lights illuminated.
“In this place Rania lives, Kak,” said Rania.
Rania goes there to make money to help the family in financing her sister's school.
They left home after Isya, driving Rania's matic motorbike. Splitting the cold night.
Tomboy Rania is very good at riding his motorbike, like a gp motorbike. Zira strongly hugged Rania's waist, repeatedly reminding her not to speed.
*
“Ajmul come here,” said Fattah when Zira entered the house. Fattah was sitting in the living room sipping coffee.
“For what?”
“Contact you why can not be contacted again ask him.”
“Udah ah, I'm tired.” Zira leaves Fattah. “Udah has a future still chasing the past,” murmured.
Zira had replaced his contact during the initial problems with Ajmul.
After all, Zira's contacts have been replaced for a long time, but why is it only now being asked?
Zira threw her body into the bed. Take off the tired all day that is suffering from it.
When the morning begins with something bad. Until almost closed eyes continue to be covered is not good.
**_**
The ringing sound of a call from a cell phone teased Zira's sleep. Saw the clock was eleven at night.
From a contact that is not stored, but the woman can memorize a series of numbers listed on her phone screen.
Zira pressed silently. Then send a message.
[Mas, stop. We are both looking for a new life.]
[But I can't, Ra. I've tried, but you're the one I keep thinking about.]
Zira doesn't care anymore. “Crocodile, proof your wife is pregnant!” as for Zira, he smiled cynically and continued to sleep.
However, the ting sound on the phone did not stop. Finally, Zira opened her phone again. There were some messages coming in, he just read without any intention of replying again.
[My heart is half still left to you.]
[Still you remember, five years we've been together. What works best, Ra?]
[Ra, is it okay? If this feeling continues?]
[Am I running away, and then we get married?]
[I'm sorry, Ra, to approve Papa's plan.]
“Where are the men who are sorry, huh? Hoak it's you, Mas.”
[I was locked in the wrong position. What kind of husband am I, Ra? Raga is with her, but the heart belongs to another woman.]
“Astaghfirullah, Mas, did you know that God exists?”
[Mas, our hearts are His. Which every beat continues to exist under surveillance. Surrender to Allah, continue to pray do’a so that you become a true priest, who will guide your little family to reach His pleasure.
We are just a story of the past. God is destined not to meet together, but only to connect the rope of brotherhood. There is nothing bad if it comes from God. He knows what is best for us.
Our name in Mahfudz lauh has been first coupled with another name. Be happy, for you have found your ribs and your soul mate is not kept secret.
Never mind, Mom, we forget each other without having to hate. Don't call me again, if you're gonna love me for your little family. Slowly the love will come, keep together. Without having to complain to others, it is enough to God that you divide all the arguments.]
Zira replies to Ajmul's message very long, because if replying with a short sentence, Ajmul must quickly reply again. However, Zira did not want to get a reply to the next one.
Straighten the intention, then others will follow.
A cup of coffee will appear pleasure when we sip casually without any element of hurry. When in a hurry, we get nothing but just spit on the rest and say bitter.
Seriate
