Bu Karni looked at them with a smirk, as did Vina next to her.
Why did they come here?
Mrs. Laela's husband was outside, while Adil was still small, it was impossible for them to be strong enough to drive the two of them out of the house. Mrs. Laela herself didn't want to make a fuss that would attract attention from the neighbors if she chased them away.
"What is it?" snapped Mrs. Laela in her place.
"Mom, let's sit down first!" invite Haziya. He could understand his mother's distaste for the presence of Bu Karni, his ex-girlfriend after their treatment of Haziya all this time. However, after all they must respect and appreciate guests.
"Mother, let me get you a drink," Haziya offered while making water for Mrs. Karni and Vina. As host he had to serve them at least a drink, even if it was an uninvited guest.
"What do you need?" asked Mrs. Laela directly, it was obvious that she didn't
Mrs. Laela was standing in front of the stove, her mood changed wildly due to the arrival of the guest earlier. Even earlier, he was very excited to cook red bamboo shoots."Mom, let me do the cooking. You just go to your room to rest!" Haziya's suggestion asked Mrs. Laela not to force herself to cook in a state of inconcentration."It's okay, I can continue. Are you coming?" asked Mrs. Laela as she opened the lid of the pot, put in the spices that had been mashed to boil the chicken."Now I have to get permission from father and mother if I want to go anywhere, Mom. So, I will obey everything you say. Mother, don't worry, I won't come without your permission." Haziya smiled warmly giving calm to the woman he loved so much."Assalamualaikum, ma'am!" Haziya's father entered hastily after greeting. He went straight to the kitchen because he smelled the sweet aroma of the food being cooked. 
Haziya is getting ready to go to tutoring house, she will start teaching again today. Miska contacted him when he was about to go to Sigli."Assalamualaikum, you're all right, right?" Miska sounded worried on the other side. "Why is the number only active?""Waalaikumsalam, Alhamdulillah, I'm fine, Miska. Sorry, I forgot to turn on my cellphone last night," answered Haziya honestly."What's wrong? He tried to contact you again so you have to turn off your cellphone?"Miska's guess was right on target, Haziya confirmed because she wouldn't be able to lie to her best friend who was too good at reading her."A loser man. He must be trying to trick you again, pretending to be sorry and asking for it back even though he already has a new wife. Tsk tsk!" Miska grumbled annoyed at Shabir's disinterested attitude."There are still many other men, don't let you fall i
Miska will stay at Haziya's house tonight, because she wants to accompany her best friend, and will go to court tomorrow. Meanwhile, Zaweel had said goodbye since entering Asr time, he prayed in congregation at the nearest mosque with Haziya's father."Thank you son, you want to help my daughter.""You're welcome, sir. God willing, tomorrow we will be able to end all these things.""Amen.""Are you going back to Jakarta again after this?" asked Haziya's father as they headed towards the mosque parking lot."Yes, sir, there is still work to do in Jakarta," replied Zaweel, he was also reluctant to go back to the city because he felt comfortable here. However, his status is still as a lawyer, he must be professional and resume his profession. Plus his father's company also needs him. Even though he no longer works in the field of client defense, Monika will not let him stay in Aceh.
Miska prepares all the necessities for the thanksgiving event tonight at her house. As a best friend, he was happy that Haziya had finally officially parted with Shabir. He even plans to introduce Haziya to her friend who is still single, later when Haziya looks better and starts to open her heart again.However, he actually would have preferred Zaweel to be a great man for Haziya. Even though Zaweel's attitude seems humorous, he believes that Zaweel can protect his best friend from being disturbed by Haziya's ex-husband, especially from the pressure of Mrs. Karni, and others.Miska knows a little about Zaweel's match with Safia, although no further decisions have been made. Monika will definitely plan the matchmaking according to their expectations. Sekar and Monika are friends and know each other, and their families are also doing business. Of course, the union of Zaweel and Safia will further enhance their friendship.
"I thought you would be a priest forever for me, it turns out you have a makmum besides me."January 2019"Sister, try to call Shabir, why is it that eight o'clock hasn't arrived yet. The head of the KUA has asked him, he said if it's still far away, he wants to go to Bale first because you have to have your friend's contract."Haziya nodded as she took out her cell phone from the small bag that was placed on the table. Her face has been made up since she finished the morning prayer. Shabir's delay in going to KUA worried him, although he tried to be calm, his mind was already far away. Remembering last night they had a short fight. In his heart he kept on praying for ease.Could Shabir cancel that holy intention? He had tried to call twice, only the operator's voice could be heard."How are you, Dick?" Shukri asked again. Haziya's shake of the head was enough to tell her without having to answer."Well, we'll just have to wait," said Shukri
"I wait for you in a roar, like waves hugging a rock, patient with dew to warm the morning and faithful to dusk in orange."Haziya was full of emotion holding the tespack, her eyes turned to the ocean, tears rolled down her cheeks and the veil she was wearing. He was so impatient after coming home from the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test, he went straight to the bathroom after placing the bag carelessly on the bed."Alhamdulillah, O Allah, I have waited this long." His knees were weak, his body was shaking from the joy of getting answers to his prayers for almost a year. Allah has granted the groaning in the third of the night.Haziya couldn't stop smiling looking at the two red lines. Her husband must also be very happy to hear this happy news.Crack!The door was pushed from outside. Haziya flinched from her seat, then stood up when the figure of her husband appeared."Bro, I....""Why haven't you cooked yet? Th
"The rain that once visited is starting to subside. The flowers of love that you spring, are starting to bloom. I hope your love never fades."Haziya could no longer hold the waves in her chest, since the roar had been pounding. Her lower abdomen was smeared with gel by the nurse, followed by the doctor attaching the ultrasound transducer until her eyes were wet when she saw the screen in the upper corner of the wall. Although it's still not clear, even there is only a small circle, he himself doesn't know what it is if the doctor doesn't explain immediately."This small circle like a bean is called an embryo, Mom. It's still very small because you're only four weeks pregnant. Before that, congratulations, you're pregnant." Haziya replied to the doctor's words with a smile, she was still so touched by the sight in front of her, Shabir replaced it with words."Thank you, sir. This is our first child after waiting. Alhamdulillah."Haziya sobbed silently, ho
"From him I learned to love in tears, slowly letting go even though I don't know how to be patient when the sky falls again destroying hope and intention."Dersik caressed Haziya's face, when his foot stepped on the first floor of the granite mosque after climbing the stairs, he immediately felt cool and calm. The wind rustled from the gap in the glass window, getting into the mosque which has two floors, the calming air was felt.The blue-domed mosque called Masjid At Taqarrub is never quiet, it is located in a busy shopping area visited by worshipers who want to pray and the children appear to be on the right side of the mosque. They are studying regularly every afternoon. In addition to providing Early Childhood Education, the mosque which was formerly known as the Phep Mosque also has library facilities, the Bilal room, the Imam's room and meeting rooms, as well as the secretariat office. The wuzu places for women and men are also separated.Haziya imm