
Syaza stepped lethargicly into his apartment. He saw Anita sitting on the couch watching cartoons on the cartoon network. My friend is crazy to watch cartoons. Release tension, he said. Syaza smiled remembering Anita's words.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Nita !" Syaza gave his greetings while walking to his room. He wanted to immediately clean his sticky body from sweating while playing the squash earlier. After coming out of the bathroom, she was wearing pajamas. He immediately delivered the isya prayer which was late. Almost ten minutes after that, she was already sitting facing her dressing table. Syaza swept the night cream to his face. The face that is glued to the mirror. She has brown round eyes, thick and plump eyelashes, a slightly pointed nose, slightly red lips and a smelly cheek. Anita always said she hid all the beauty of the face behind her tomboyish appearance. And as usual he just smiled at the words of his best friend. I don't know ? He himself did not know until when he would look like that man. Since the age of adolescence until now, his hair has never been left long. All this time he was comfortable with his appearance. He wants men who are friends with him because of his attitude and temperament now and not because of the beauty or sexiness that is always there in a woman.
Shaza laid himself on his bed. His hand picked up the phone that was located on the table on the edge of his mattress. Najwan's phone number was pressed. This afternoon he promised to call the man to tell him his approval and Daniel to go out bowling tomorrow afternoon. He knew it was too late for him to tell Najwan when his eyes looked at the time on his phone which was twelve and a half. (May the Naj not sleep yet) his heart hoped.
"Assalamu'alaikum !" Syaza gave his greetings after the man's voice was buzzed in his phone mouthpiece.
"I'm sorry, I bothered you in the middle of the night. You haven't slept, have you ?"
"What ! It's so noisy ! I can't hear what you're saying."
"Where are you?"
"Huh ! You're on disco. It's very noisy."
"Okay, I won't interfere with your pleasure. See you tomorrow. See you then !"
Syaza decided on the call. He leaned back on the head of the bed.
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His mind wandered far away to his hometown. How are Umi, Abah, Abang Ammar and Ammir's sister now ? He misses them all so much. It has been six months that he has not returned to his family home in Bagan Serai. Umi always asks when she will return to the village through Ammir who always calls her.
His heart was so heavy to go back there. He knew that if he faced Umi, the woman he loved would always insist that he marry his son, Mr. Dhe Kamal, the older brother of the man he hated until now. His hatred for the family was as much as he hated his father. For him the attitude and character of the entire male lineage is the same as emotional and likes to hit.
Although Umi has told many times about his cousin is not like his father, but all of it can not persuade his heart that is still sick and revenge against the actions of his father before. Still in his eye space is the event that happened eight years ago.