Accompany Me with Hijrah
SINCERELY TAKE OFF
This morning was like the previous morning in the rainy season of Surabaya. Rain flushed the city around dawn and subsided at 6 a.m. Remnants of rainwater in the leaves appear to drip in the wind that blows cold.
Zarra had tidied up her bag to leave for college. Today he wants to go to the library, looking for ideas for his research proposal. Today he set out using the navy robe given by Asyifa yesterday. He stuck himself in the mirror again. 'Bismillah, ' he whispered with a smile on his lips. He also walked out of his room.
"Bi, I'm coming home a little late, huh? Assalamu'alaikum," said Zarra.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," replied Bi Asih. He was stunned to see Zarra wearing a long hijab and robe. Looks pretty. The middle-aged eyes followed Zarra's steps until she disappeared behind the door. Bi Asih secretly pray 'a may Zarra istiqomah with his hijrah. Then, he returned with his activities in the kitchen.
Zarra deliberately left early. Although the distance from the house to the campus is only 20 minutes, but he wants to avoid traffic jams. Moreover, like Umi Fatma's message that delaying time is tantamount to wasting time, especially for unclear activities. Zarra realized, now he must focus more on his lecture. He wants to graduate and work soon. At least he doesn't depend on his parents anymore. Or start a business. Ah, what is it later he will think about it again.
Zarra's heart was so happy as she left for her campus. He parked his car in the shade. Many are also yes if the morning, the mind. Maybe because the campus is adjacent to the Junior High School and office buildings. Today Zarra only has one course schedule. He also went to his classroom. Just opening the door, the classroom turned silent.
"Well, who is this? New student, huh,?" agil, one of his friends. Some of his friends laughed. Zarra tried not to care. He also took a seat right in front of the lecturer.
"Ra, want dong ta'arufan," exclaimed Gilang, one of Agil's friends. They laugh back. Zarra just kept quiet. 'Just leave. In two days they will get used to it and stop talking to you, Asyifa's words ring. Yes, before he actually decided to close his aurat, Asyifa advised him a lot. Especially facing nosy college friends. Fortunately, Zarra's classmates are not nosy. The temptations stopped by themselves after 10 minutes because Zarra did not touch him. As soon as Mr. Adi entered, the room was quiet. The lecture also began.
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Today's class was quite long. Even Zarra finished slower than usual. When he finished his studies, he walked to the library. He wanted to find additional references to the title of his research. He also traced his thesis collection in his campus library. The scripts take on almost the same topic with different points of view. While busy reading the thesis of his brother, suddenly his phone rang. A whatsapp message came in.
- Kinar
Assalamu'alaikum, Ra.
Can meet? Any time?
Zarra was silent reading the message. Kinar wants to meet? Zarra is still weighing. Actually he has time, because intentionally today he wants to linger in the library. Kinar would have wanted to finish or explain yesterday. Isn't that a good thing? By knowing the truth, of course he will be more sincere to release it. The point is not suudzon. He also started typing messages replying to Kinar chat.
-**Zarra -
Wa'alaikumsalam. Ja. Lt could. Where do you wanna meet?
- Kinar
How about a canteen?
- Zarra -
Okay. Otw canteen huh?
- Kinar
Zarra also returned the newly read thesis. He rushed to his campus canteen. Arriving at the cafeteria, he saw Kinar sitting at the table alone. Zarra walked closer.
"Assalamu'alaikum" Zarra said. Kinar looked up
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Sit down, Ra," answered Kinar, allowing Zarra to sit down. Zarra sat down in front of Kinar. "So, how come you've migrated?" asked Kinar. Zarra just nodded slowly.
"Emm.I'm going to the point? I want to be clear about our meeting yesterday, Ra," said Kinar. Zarra did not budge. He looked at Kinar deeply. Waiting for the next words of Kinar.
"We're married, Ra. That's why I took my college leave" said Kinar.
DEGGS
Zarra's heart was pounding. Her cheeks feel hot. He tried to control his emotions by constantly muttering istighfar in his heart.
"Sorry, Ra. I didn't mean to take Malik away from you. Or not loyal to your friend. It's Malik's family's decision. A month ago they preached to me. We got married a week later. Please don't misunderstand me, Ra. At first it was you who wanted to introduce Malik to his family. But Malik's mother's health is declining and you know what Malik's family is like, right? They wanted a woman who was veiled, and you were still not in the hijab at the time. Malik wants to wait for you, but Malik's mother can't. And it just so happened that our parents knew each other for a long time" explained Kinar. Zarra let out a long sigh to calm her heart that was starting to rouse.
"It's okay, Ki. You don't have to make an explanation like this. You recall? Malik and I broke up. He's not who I am. He has the right to decide which woman he wants to marry and it's none of my business anymore, Ki" Zarra replied with emphasis. Kinar sighed hearing Zarra's reply. He knew Zarra must have been hurt by him and Malik. Moreover, the last month they acted to avoid Zarra, because they were not ready to provide an explanation.
"Ra, I know how you feel. I'd love to share Malik with you. I'll tell our family, "persuade Kinar to lie half. Actually he won't be able to see Malik marry Zarra. The meeting yesterday alone had already made him jealous half to death. Zarra laughed a little.
"Sorry, Ki. I can't. Never lie to yourself that you are willing to share a partner. If yes, sorry, I can't. I'm not ready yet. Thank God I know now. Malik your soul mate, take care! I love you like my past life" said Zarra. He took a long breath. Silence then between the two.
"If there's nothing to talk about anymore, will I say yes? Assalamu'alaikum," said Zarra as she moved from her seat.
"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Kinar. His eyes could not see his friend's departure. In his heart was a sense of guilt, as if he had betrayed their friendship. But the rice had become porridge and Zarra had already said his sincerity. Kinar could not even afford to give an invitation to Zarra. He moved from his seat, walking towards the parking lot where Malik was waiting for him. Not forgetting he threw the invitation for Zarra into the trash. Today was a hard day for them.
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ZARRA POV
Sick? Yup! Getting angry? Banget! Disappointed? Absolutely sure! But I can what? They're already married. No invitations, no notifications. Although I can guess their reason, at least they can tell me. So the tip of every change they've had lately is this marriage.
I promised to take it. I also have to be ready to take it off. We are not fools. Stupid again, Kinar offered me to be Malik's second wife. He wants to share Malik. I know she's lying. Lied that he could share Malik. If it's true that he can share Malik, I don't want to. I don't want to get married to atone for their guilt for me. I don't want to be a thorn. Our relationship is over anyway. I assume I'm done here. Insha Allah, I took them off like I let go of my previous life. Insha Allah.
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