Bismillah, I'm Hijab

Bismillah, I'm Hijab

The beautiful face was reflected from the ornamental cerman in front. Both of his hands that morning long enough to hold the rectangular cloth that he had divided into triangles. Her reddened eyes stared in the cloth that was none other than the hijab.

“Yes Rabb, do I need to touch it?” Devina was shaking her body when she held the cloth. His memory returns to his ill-treatment which greatly exceeds the limit.

Her eyes that fell clear liquid were now staring into the mirror again after staring at the hijab.

Slowly but surely, his hands two-two moved to let the cloth cover his head then he brought it under his chin.

“Regardless of any of my evil deeds in the past. Please allow me to ask your forgiveness.Let this be a reward for Mother there. Don't let him cry up there, Lord.” Sobbing regretful considering how broken the heart of the mother knows the fact of revenge Devina, unfortunately Devina has not had time to ask for forgiveness with more shame than just revenge on the father, but also the father, His mother left first.

“Bismillah, I hijab. Forgive me Yes Allah.” How beautiful and soft the face of Devina wrapped in hijab baby blue color. White face and sharp eyes so contrast with the color of the hijab on his head.

That morning, he intended to water the mother's flowers while enjoying milk on the terrace. Unfortunately, the dead flowers made Devina sad again.

A haughty and smug face in the face of Devina, now Alvaro's morning has never seen since the incident in prison until the mother died. That morning after one week he returned to town B with all the busy work, finally Alvaro could visit Devina at home.

The man walked towards the porch of the house where Devina sat dreamily. The man scrunched his forehead when he saw the woman he believed was Devina, but different from usual.

There was a smile that he developed on his handsome face so he saw the beautiful creation of the power this time. Devina is very shy.

“You're driving me crazy, Devina.” muttered so happily.

Until finally Alvaro's bead eyes clearly see a glass of milk that is still intact contents are on the table next to Devina.

Without a sound, he took the initiative to offer a drink that was no longer warm.

Devina also woke up from her daydream. He looked at the face of the man standing before him.

“Let's just. I'm still full.” said Devina again threw away the view.

Hearing that, Alvaro let out a rough sigh. He sat down next to Devina.

“I would be so guilty to Mom if it couldn't make you happy.” Alvaro's narration makes Devina's daydreams crumble and frown at him.

“What do you mean?” ask Devina.

“I promised in front of Bu Zera's body to make sure you're okay, Devina.” explained Alvaro is quite calm.

“Go. You're not part of our family.” drive Devina up right away from her seat.

Not yet had the woman left, Alvaro had more quickly pulled Devina's hand to hold the woman's body so as not to enter the house.

“Let go of my hand.” Devina's gaze was extremely cold.

Alvaro wondered, why did this woman go back to sniffing at him again? Even while in prison Devina sadly begged him to make sure she was okay.

“Dev, come with me. I won't calm down if you're still alone here.” Alvaro said his concerns very honestly.

He doesn't even care about the job he has left. He continued to go to the capital to meet the woman who had long locked his heart.

Devina forcibly took off her hand because Alvaro still tenaciously clasped it.

Until finally feeling unable to change the stance of this stubborn woman, Alvaro forced Devina's hand into his car.

“Hei! What the hell are you doing? Release my hand!” Shouted Devina hit Alvaro's burly hand, although it was finally his own that hurt.

Alvaro pushes Devina's body without caring about Devina's screams and rebellion. The car he opened and Devina sat forcibly inside.

“Open the door!” Devina yelled as she opened the car door, she could not get locked.

“Dev, quiet. Your hijab can be detached and messy if you do not want to be silent.” pinta Alvaro.