Apparently, Young Wife
Chapter 55
...***You like him?***...
The dawn of Azan had not yet reverberated, but Zahra had already awakened. He was prostrating, between two rakaats in one third of the night. Ask for power to the owner of life.
La haula wa la quwwata illa billi 'aliyyil azhimi
A prayer that he continually says in his heart, between two prostrations in one final prayer. The expectations of the woman were not much. He did not ask Abram to re-elect him, or even divorce his first wife. He only asked for strength, to face the trials that were in sight.
He had just finished folding his face, when suddenly, his phone rang. There is an incoming message in his WhatsApp application. Dean's name is on there.
📳 Already awake?
The short message let Zahra smile loose. He also did not reply to that message. Two ticks are black, just turned blue. And shortly after, a call came in.
“Why?” zahra asked as she answered a call from Dean.
“What breakfast are you having today?”
“Entah, I haven't thought. Today we plan to go to Bandung.”
“Today? What'sthetime? Let me get anter!” From his tone, he sounded so excited.
“Necessary. I know you're busy. Anyway, it doesn't feel good to them if I take you.”
“Don't forget, I'm your lawyer! After all, Dania is also coming, right?”
Zahra's breathing sounded a little heavy. The lawyer Dean said, seems to be a pretty strong reason for the man. After thinking many things could possibly happen, Zahra felt ‘there was no harm’ brought a lawyer with her.
“I hope you're not busy!”
“Jam nine, I'll pick you up.”
Maybe today will be a long and tiring day. But at least, this day will be the end of the pain.
Zahra opened the glass door that connected the balcony. Then, mengiruo fresh air that is still cool. He did not expect, Jakarta air can also be as cool as in his city.
“Nduk, what are you doing?”
A woman's gibberish made Zahra look back. Seeing her mother still wearing a mukena, standing in the doorway.
“Again the smell of Jakarta, Bu.”
“Weird you tuh. You're not sleeping?”
“Sleep. Just woke up, trus tahajud briefly.” Zahra walked over, then hugged her mother spoiled.
“Mau Zahra make hot tea, ngak?”
Zahra put tea on the table. Then, lay on the lap of the mother who was sitting. Acting like a child. Ms. Ahmed also did not mind her daughter's behavior. He even rubbed Zahra's hands.
“Bu, Zahra apologize yes. Zahra can't be happy with Mom's dad. Can't love grandchildren yet, now even divorce.”
“What are you doing?”
“Bu, Zahra make want?”
Ms. Ahmed stopped her hand. His lips trembled a little to hear the words of his only child.
“Who said that? They don't know how great a mother's son is, huh?
Instead of answering, Zahra smiled as she looked at her mother. Then, he stood up and gave kisses on both cheeks of the mother.
“Let's have a beautiful dress. We'll meet besan. Okay, Mom!” After teasing her mother, Zahra ran away and entered the room.
Sunlight emanates from the eastern horizon, through the glass, bounces off the ceramic, and scatters the light. A little family enjoying breakfast together. Laughing, being happy, joking, like no burden.
“We go to Bandung on what, Ra?” ask the father while raising the coffee glass.
“Dean anther, Yah.”
Instantly, Mr. Ahmed put his glass back on the table. The look on his face changed, looking at his daughter.
“Ra, dad asked, you answered honestly!”
Their eyes were all focused on Zahra and Mr. Ahmed. Zahra, who was always nervous when her father started asking questions, now looks more relaxed.
“You, like her?”
Zahra did not dare look him in the eyes. He just looked down, stirring the vegetable soup in front of him.
How did he answer his father's question?
How does he describe the likes his father mentions?
...☘☘☘☘☘☘☘☘☘...
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Sajen don't forget
