"Once loved, but was hurt. Please, don't get carried away easily. Just because of pearls of wisdom."
Tit!!"Astagfirullah! Why, Bang?" asked Haziya panicked when the sound of the horn blared, almost dropped the phone in her hand.
"There was a kuyang pulling out gray hair earlier," replied Zaweel with a straight face pointing ahead.
"Kuyang? What is that kuyang? Persian cat?"
Zaweel laughed at Haziya's innocence. His annoyance was gone, since he was called several times there was no answer from the woman sitting beside him because he was too busy with his cellphone.
"Your cell phone is new, have you seen it?" Zaweel quipped as Haziya kept the silver phone in her bag.
When a notification arrives in Diana's name, her consciousness seems to be trapped in Oren's house. Reading Diana's writings which tells about the breakdown of her household with Shabir. It was as if he had been dissolved in a past that was draining tears.
"What are you reading why are you crying?"
"Eh?" Haziya spontaneously wiped the remaining clear at the tip of the lid.
"Are we in the mosque?" Haziya said when she realized the car had stopped in the parking lot of the Abu Dauh Beureueh Mosque, which was located not far from the Beureunuen market area.
"Yes, it's already the call to prayer, shall we pray Asr first?" asked Zaweel while turning off the engine. The two of them got off, then rushed to the place of wuzu, then carried out worship because it was time for the Asr prayer.
Only to Allah can we pour out all our sorrows, sorrows and only to the Owner of All Nature can we ask for what we want. Bowing down to Him, makes the heart calm and peaceful. All the burden on the shoulders dropped in the whisper of the heart.
"O Allah, be patient in accepting your test. Make things easy for me with Bang Shabir, make him happy with his new family, as well as me and my family. Keep me from a vengeful heart, let me accept all your decisions. Amen."
Haziya folded the mukena after she finished praying, then put it in the storage area. He immediately said goodbye after a brief greeting with his fellow worshipers. Don't want to make Zaweel wait too long, especially if the mothers know that he's gone without a mahram. Do not let there be misunderstandings, and avoid many eyes seeing. Hope no one recognizes him.
"Why the rush?" Zaweel asked after sitting in the driver's seat, curious to see Haziya's behavior walking in a hurry like before to the car, immediately got in when Zaweel pressed the on button.
"Sorry, I'm just here, it's not good for people to see. Moreover, this is near the market, who knows if someone knows."
"Well, that's fine. We're going home. Do you want to go to the market to buy something?"
Right after the question came out of Zaweel's mouth and Haziya was about to answer it, the phone vibrated frequently. Haziya immediately picked up, her mother's voice on the other end was heard ordering something.
"This is Wakmu and his grandson, usually the fish market is still there. If not in Beureunuen, Lamlo is still open."
"Okay, ma'am, Ziya buy it, yes, there is still money. Ziya is closed, wassalamu'alaikum."
"Eh, why is it closed yet the future in-laws want to say hello."
"Bang, don't be joking, I'm in the process...."
"Why? You're afraid of baper, I'm in charge," said Zaweel quickly with a small chuckle seeing Haziya's embarrassed response.
"Yeah, sorry. We're going, which way to go to the fish market, so I don't get lost in your heart." Zaweel glanced in the rearview mirror, holding back his laughter as he waited for Haziya to give directions.
"If you buy it from Lamlo, I'm afraid there won't be any more fish, but if you go to the Beureunuen fish market, you have to go downstairs and you can't get into the car." Haziya considered making a decision.
"Don't worry, I'll go to the market later, you just stay in the car," said Zaweel. "Abang is ready to heat up, push, and bargain like mothers," he continued jokingly.
"Especially if you sell it, ladies and gentlemen, just looking at my handsome face will be made your son-in-law and all fish free."
"I'll just get off here if you're still like that, you just go home, let me go to the market myself," said Haziya annoyed that Zaweel was getting more and more grumpy.
"Do you want to be kidnapped by your ex?"
Haziya was silent, Zaweel's former words hurt her heart, especially after the incident earlier.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Zaweel regretted because of the change in Haziya's face.
"Okay, I'll be quiet, if you need to buy this mouth just glue it. Shall we go?"
Without waiting for an answer from Haziya he immediately drove the car to the Beureunuen market. There are so many people passing by, especially at the end of the week. Beureunuen Market is never empty, especially on Saturdays, which are routinely Saturday markets, where street vendors gather. Density increases during meugang days, fasting days and Eid and birthdays.
The traders at the Beureunuen market are very friendly and solid, and routinely hold the Prophet's birthday event once a year by hiring famous lecturers
from the Archipelago. Even brought Da'i from outside Aceh to give advice on the night of da'wah.
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Haziya lay down on the bed, all day traveling she felt tired. Moreover, the arrival of his brother from Meureudu, Haziya helped mother prepare dinner.
It was already ten o'clock, the habit of staying up late from the moment he stayed up until now he had a hard time closing his eyes and sleeping early. Haziya unplugged the phone from the power bank, the battery was fully charged. Many notifications come in from the group with Miska and Azizah, she wants to open their group chat room, but her fingers are curious about the missed call notification listed in the top right corner.
Trying to recognize a new number without a profile picture. Haziya didn't want to guess, immediately shook off the thought of the name that had ever stopped in her heart. The man already had a new family, he did not expect to get a call from a man who had become someone else's husband. Their relationship has ended. Since his return, he was escorted to his mother's house, let alone calling, just sent a message, no need to ignore it. Haziya had lost hope in Shabir, even now she had let him go with Lara. The widow he knew was the owner of the boutique from Shabir's story the night of their argument, when Haziya accidentally found Direct Message on Shabir's cell phone.
Suspicion of the password on the screen of Shabir's cellphone, even though the man had never locked it with any pattern. Luckily, Allah has saved him by exposing Shabir and Lara's affair. Haziya peeked silently as Shabir moved his fingers to unlock the pattern lock.
The call from the number came back, Haziya was confused whether to pick up or not.
Assalammualaikum...
Sharks eat tomatoes, don't be so arrogant.
Sharks don't eat tomatoes
why the phone won't pick up.Write....
Haziya immediately blocked the number, no need to ask who the sender of the message was, she could already guess.
Who else if not Zaweel, the man who forced him to ask for a number by pretending to lose his cellphone and telling Zahiya to call the number.
Sure enough, after checking the phone call log, Zaweel's number was listed there in the call history in the afternoon.
Zaweel's attitude is reminiscent of Shabir's behavior when they were still dating, the sweet flirting and flirting that took many victims. Haziya didn't want to become a victim of feelings a second time.
"Good night, forget the past, God willing, I will be your future. Sweet dreams for the future mother of my children."
Haziya put the phone on the nightstand without forgetting to turn it off, ignoring the messages that came back in. He even forgot to chat with his friend who had been waiting for a reply for a long time.
Haziya tried to close her eyes, hoping that her dreams would be beautiful and tomorrow's life would be better than today.
"Relax, I'm not a debt collector. I just want to ask where the address of the father-in-law's house is, tomorrow I want to bring a proposal."
"Good women for good men, and vice versa. Improve yourself to be better, so that your soul mate is the best that comes to complete your life.""Don't accept it, Mom, he's just kidding," said Haziya quickly as she closed the bedroom door."Why don't you accept it, people come to apply nicely," said her mother, surprised by Haziya's ban."Anyway, no, he's not serious," Haziya chuckled, keeping her stance. He could even imagine Zaweel's witty face every time he threw a joke at him. The man likes to gossip, is good at seducing every woman, as evidenced by the fact that the female officer at the oil filling station yesterday afternoon was teased.Haziya had enough of once to swallow the bitterness of a love story, and a failed household. Painful wounds don't look more painful, even time can't really heal. The sky is always drizzling, the longed blue color is reluctant to come. Every day it was cloudy, and the darkness of the night pressed against his che
"The house that I believed to be the most comfortable place to shelter changed when the storm hit. There is no more warmth in leaning on your shoulder because of the arrival of a new queen."Exactly one o'clock in the afternoon Haziya came out of the tutoring house. Actually, from half past twelve he had finished his duties as a teacher, but because he had to prepare reports and pray Zuhur first, he was only able to go home."Thank you, Haziya, for helping me earlier." Anis gave a sincere smile. "Tomorrow I'll bring your flash, okay?""You're welcome, don't hesitate. I'm glad I could help. Don't you have a teaching schedule tomorrow?"Anis nodded, she explained to deliver Haziya's FD, because she didn't feel good keeping it at home for too long."It's okay, it's okay to save it first. The day after tomorrow, God willing, we will meet here again. I have a spare flash drive.""Okay, thank you. Oh yeah, you want to g
🍁Spread kindness so that we can win. Don't sow the seeds of hatred so as not to reap enmity.🍁Haziya asked Zaweel for permission to go home. According to him, it is better that they are not alone now to avoid slander if anyone sees. Moreover, the existence of Vina, the new wife of her ex-husband who had accused him at the first meeting. It was inevitable that they would meet again later, especially until Vina found out that Haziya and Zaweel would be prolonged.Haziya messaged Zaweel when he got home. Like the man's message telling him to tell when it arrived."Assalamualaikum, Mother, Ziya is home," Haziya greeted entering the kitchen where her mother was struggling with the stove."Wassalamu'alaikum, Alhamdulillah. Have you eaten? This is Mother cooking rendang.""Not yet, ma'am. Masha Allah, it smells good. Indeed, my mother's cooking is super the best," said Haziya while kissing her warm palm."Father said t
"Sorry, Ziya. I don't believe what he says. I just don't want my bad thoughts to judge you." Anis apologized, feeling bad about the question just now. Haziya flashed a smile for him, before saying something she drank a few sips of mineral water. "There's no need to apologize, Anis. It's not a mistake that you want to pay attention, in fact this is the right way. Instead of you having bad thoughts. Bang Shabir and I have had our own lives. Yes, as I told you on the phone, he has remarried with Vina is even though she doesn't want to divorce me. I don't know what she really wants. If she is really happy with her new life, let my status be clear. The man who came earlier has helped me to leave immediately so I don't get into a fight with Vina. He's Zaweel, my best friend's brother Miska. Zaweel offers his services to become a lawyer at the trial later. He is not my mistress." The tightness filled the chest cavity again, Haziya tried to cove
Guests just greet and knock on the door before being invited in by the owner, moreover, don't just enter the heart if you just want to hurt."Dek, please get my sister's hijab!" Haziya's commanding cry to Adil because he didn't expect Zaweel's presence even though he was just escorting Miska. Haziya's voice was a little loud so it was heard by the two guests who had been waiting outside."You didn't tell him we were here?" Zaweel asked."No, I want to be surprised. So he's in a hurry, haha. Eits, don't look around, stay upright, the neighbor's CCTV is active," said Miska, realizing that some of Haziya's neighbors were curious about their arrival here. Maybe since the roar of the car entered Haziya's yard, the people around Haziya's house were acting like detectives, peering through the windows and wondering who the man who came with her might be."Sorry, long time no Miska." Haziya opened the door after putting on
Haziya placed the tray of drinks and snacks on the table carefully. He was a little wary of his father's reaction. As Miska said, Zaweel is a fun person, he just talks a lot, I'm afraid his father won't feel comfortable. Even though she wasn't promoting her husband-to-be, for some reason, she hoped that Zaweel could be nice so that his father would like the man's presence.Lidya was forbidden by her mother to come forward, because Hanif would soon ask for a proposal. Avoid slander."I'm not going to fall in love with him, Mom. I just want to see what the future brother-in-law is like, hehe," he pleaded to be allowed into the living room."It's called feelings and hearts are easily manipulated. You just stay here, keep calm, mother and wawak," Mom squealed, couldn't be denied. Lidya let out a disappointed breath, she just wanted to chat with Zaweel to be able to judge whether the man was better than her sister's ex-husband or vice versa."Yes
Feeling is not like a typing, can be deleted if there is an error before sending to the recipient of the message. Please, don't write on the sheet of my heart again after inflicting the wounds that have left scars until now.🍁Forgetting memories or events is not easy, let alone trying to let something happen leave a bad impression. However, the name wheel of life continues to spin.The sun will not be a second late to greet the morning just because the dew falls in your eyes.Twilight will not forget to paint the orange on the corner of the sky even though your sky is cloudy.Even so, the night will not be quiet by the scattering of stars that illuminate the dark even though you don't sleep well.For you, you don't need to choose gloomy in the morning, miss the beauty of spreading a smile to greet each other with loved ones. Don't hide yourself in a room, no chat at all. Ignite your spirits under the hot blue sky during the day. No m
Orange hues beautify the corners of the sky. Some children are still so excited to play catch up in front of Haziya's house. There is no need for an invitation for the little ones, because whenever there is an event anywhere, it is a common thing to find in the village when the house is full of cheers and laughter from children. They would only go home when sunset came, coming back until ten o'clock at night to sleep. Since Lidya's engagement ceremony was held after the Insha'a prayer, they had asked permission from their parents to pray at Haziya's house. It was Adil and Nirsyal who asked Mrs. Lisa for permission. As long as they are obedient, they don't mess up the event later, it's fine.However, something was different this time. Zaweel's presence in the midst of the boys made the noise even more. A grown man who stands out among the rest. He played with them."Ziya, you look like you have a lot on your mind.