It was six in the evening, Zaweel was still at his desk. He was still struggling with the files and other important documents. As planned, he wanted to quickly clean up the mess in the office so he could quickly return to the Veranda of Mecca to become a lawyer for Haziya. Completed his promise to Miska to help his brother's friend. And, of course to be able to eat Haziya's cooking. Zaweel has not even received any case offers, even though he is lured with a lot of fees. Because if he took just one case, it would take several days. "You just go home, continue tomorrow. Don't forget to have dinner at Safia's tonight." His father reminded him when the meeting was over this afternoon. However, Zaweel didn't care because he was more concerned with getting his work done than having to get ready for hours for a boring dinner. Especially if he is a couple, parents will have a wide conversation about the clo

Zaweel immediately asked Safia's permission to pick up the call from Haziya. Since that evening he has been feeling restless and restless. Haziya very rarely sent a message first let alone contacted him. Of course he immediately picked up because it was important. "Assalamualaikum," said Zaweel greeting. "How are you, Ziya? Are you okay?" he asked directly without waiting for the caller to answer the greeting. "Waalaikumsalam, Bro, sorry, this is Lidya. Just a moment, I'll give it to you. I accidentally contacted you because Sis Ziya, how dare you call directly." "Yes, you can, Deck. Brother also wants to talk to Sis Ziya about something." Even though it wasn't Haziya who contacted him, but Lidya used Haziya's number as the reason stated earlier, Zaweel was still happy. At least, he could hear Haziya talking to him directly. "Come on Sis, Brother Zaweel wants to talk too he said.

Haziya had repeatedly convinced her sister that she could go home alone, but it was still not allowed. Lidya even contacted their parents to tell them about Shabir's problem yesterday. Mrs. Laela did not think twice about saying that she would pick up Haziya to Lhokseumawe right now with her husband. "Mum, you don't have to. How's your sister?" "He'll let Wawak take care of him. Mom and dad want to go out too, right?" Haziya was worried that her mother and father would have to travel far. However, if he chooses Lidya to take him home, then the younger brother will have to return to this city himself to study. Awry. Haziya feels that she is always bothering other people, even though she is already an adult. It was for this reason that he didn't want to tell mom and dad about Shabir first so they wouldn't be too worried, let alone plan to pick him up. The time taken is not a short

    Lidya turned their motorbike to one of the stalls on the roadside when the sky was thickly cloudy, and even raindrops began to come. If forced to continue the journey then they will get wet, even if they bring a coat, still the journey is still far will be dangerous because the road is slippery. "Sis, do you want to order durian cane?" Lidya asked after sitting on one of the chairs, they sat next to each other while Hanif sat at the opposite table. One of the culinary delights in Bireuen City is famous for its sweet food called cane durian. Coffee shops lined up at the intersection. "Just warm tea," said Haziya, mentioning the name of the drink. "Okay. Brother Hanif, what would you like to order?" "Brother is the same as you, let Brother order, you sit down," said Hanif, gesturing for Lidya not to get up from the chair.

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