Haziya doesn't like being at the same table with Zaweel, after all she's been married before so her status is still hanging because the court hasn't decided yet. Shabir was not present at the first divorce hearing, delaying the trial again.
"Where do you want to go already?"
"It's none of your business, you don't have to ask to come. Remember, you're here to work, not to find prey."
Zaweel laughed like a possessed person. "Who do I work for? Yes, for my wife and children later. Just give your blessing to Ziya, how about it?"
"Bang, do you want me to plug your eyes with a fork?"
"Oh my goodness!" Zaweel stood up, leaving them with an echo of laughter.
"See, right, tiktok kid is stray." Miska finished the rice on her plate, since last night she was made dizzy by Zaweel's behavior.
"Please come in passengers, I will take you anywhere except to your ex's house," Zaweel greeted when the car door opened from behind. Both Miska and Haziya looked surprised to see the manly figure in the driver's seat.
"Pak Marsan wants to watch a replay of the ball last night, and instead, this big brother will take you around Pidie."
"Know the way, Bang? Come on Ziya just come in, don't listen to him if we forbid him."
Haziya sat directly behind the driver's seat, as she opened the door on the right, while Miska sat next to her.
"Relax, I have Mbak Jago aka Mbak Maps." Zaweel immediately pressed the phone screen that was placed next to the steering wheel.
"Honey, where is our house?"
"Sane Brother!" Miska patted the back of the driver's seat with her bag. "Or we don't go down," he threatened.
"Okay, my future wife's best friend. Where are we going?" asked Zaweel seriously.
"A tutoring house in Keuniree."
"Ready!"
Haziya said istighfar from inside when she accidentally caught Zaweel's smirking gaze behind the rearview mirror. Even Miska's words next to her sounded like the wind was passing, she became unfocused.
"Ziya, are you daydreaming? You don't have to think about it being an irresponsible man. It's better if you focus on work later he will also regret it if you are successful."
"No, Mis, I'm just a little dizzy just driving a car, hehe," he explained trying to stay calm.
Haziya still couldn't put her heart back together from the broken pieces of wound and pain. However, for some reason he felt the waves shaking when he met Zaweel's brown eyes.
Not!
Haziya can't fall in love.
'My heart is not a ripple, it can be ups and downs to receive the wounds you sow. My longing, my love has long been swept away by the waves, then how can I return? '
"You've been active, haven't you?" Zaweel winked at Haziya who was sitting across the table."Sorry, I mean?" asked Haziya not understanding the words of the man in the green moss shirt.
"It was his leg that was deliberately poking me," said Zaweel with a chuckle, then he returned to eating his food casually.
"Eh, sorry I didn't mean to," he explained immediately pulling the footwear that hit Zaweel's feet. He usually takes off his sandals when he eats and puts them on top, luckily he wears socks so that it is not the nakedness that is affected.
Haziya became awkward, forcing her to continue eating. The Polem restaurant is never empty, especially in the afternoon, many young people stop by with friends to hang out. In addition to filling the stomach, selfies should not be missed.
"I'm just going home with a labi, okay?"
"This is over, be patient. I'll pay first." Zaweel wiped his mouth with a tissue, then went to the cashier to pay for the three of them, including Miska who had left ten minutes ago because there was an urgent business regarding his school. He is picked up by his fellow teachers, forced to leave Haziya with Zaweel.
For Haziya to be alone like this, it was not normal, if anyone recognized her, she could misunderstand, so she deliberately ate fast so she could go home as soon as possible. However, Zaweel looks so relaxed enjoying fried Indomie noodles.
"Why are you sitting in the back? I'm not a truck driver, you know."
"Just stay here, it's okay," said Haziya, getting into the passenger seat at the back.
"Wow, it's really like a transport driver. The fate of being single is like this, no one is sitting next to you. Come on, pull it up!" Zaweel shouted, hitting the steering wheel lightly. Haziya tried to ignore Miska's brother's behavior, choosing to busy herself with her cellphone, reading the rules of being a tutoring teacher.
During the pandemic, it was so difficult to find a job, grateful that Haziya was accepted as an Arabic teacher at Miska's parents' tutoring house. Even though it's only two days a week and the rest are learning from home online because they follow government rules, Haziya is still happy. Besides being able to channel the knowledge he has learned, he can also earn money from teaching.
"Let's fill up with oil first, okay, instead of stopping halfway." Zaweel turned the car into the Bambi gas station area when he saw the red needle at the bottom number.
"Afternoon, sir, how much do you want?" ask the officer wearing the uniform friendly orange.
"Two hundred, Pertamax, yes, it's heart to heart," joked Zaweel, inviting laughter from the woman.
"Just kidding, I only have one heart for you," said Zaweel, looking back slightly when he realized that Haziya was staring at him.
"Can you open the door for a second, I'm going to the toilet," Haziya asked holding the doorknob which was locked automatically, ignoring Zaweel's rambling. He had no time for such unimportant things. His teenage years were over, especially now that he was alone. She didn't want her widow's low status in the eyes of the people to prove just because she couldn't take care of herself.
"Really going to the toilet instead of running away, right? I don't want Miska to scold me--"
"Really, Bang, I'm not going to run away, where are the spiders here," replied Haziya half annoyed, because she had been holding back her pee for a long time.
"Hehe, okay, I'll wait there huh." Zaweel scratched the back of his head grinning, his index finger pointing in front of the prayer room.
"Yes."
Love is a natural thing for humans. Three years ago, flowers bloomed in Haziya's eyes. His laughter echoed so loosely. Knitting longing when not seen. Adolescence is so beautiful sprinkled with love poems.
A year associated with Shabir as a lover, and a year he also held the status of fiancé. Marrying someone who has accepted us as we are, the family knows each other and even Shabir's mother is so happy to welcome him every time he visits the house. However, everything changes when they relate as in-laws and daughter-in-law.
The household which was expected to be harmonious, sakinah mawaddah warahmah did not materialize after a year of their marriage. Shabir's attitude suddenly changed since he miscarried. Haziya's ex-husband increasingly obeyed Mrs. Karni's orders and wishes, not defending her when she was scolded and blamed. He rarely even came home, preferring to stay at his in-laws' house even though Haziya was so loyal to wait for him to come home late at night. Don't want to taste the food.
"You're free now, go out alone with a man. How much does it cost?" a hoarse voice greeted him as he came out of the toilet. The man she hadn't seen in three months was leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest.
"Bang Shabir, I..."Haziya backed away spontaneously as Shabir stepped forward. Her body was locked by Shabir's strong arms, their faces so close."Bang, don't be like this, it's not good for people to see. This is a women's toilet," Haziya scolded hoping Shabir would distance himself, but the man brought his face closer."Don't act holy, I've enjoyed it too. Why can he be with you, while I can't be your husband, huh?!" Shabir's emotions punched the wall to the left of Haziya's face."Bang, control your anger, brother," asked Haziya half hoarsely holding back tears, the events of that hot night re-imagined. She was afraid that Shabir would get out of control and slapped him a second time."We're also not husband and wife anymore, Bang. I've already proposed--""No, I will never divorce you. You can be happy to be free with that man, never."Haziya recited a silent prayer, hoping that someone would save her from Shabir's disturbance.
"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."Wh
"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