Butterfly Cocoon

Chapter 29

"Gosh, I barely recognize you, Sarrah." Ransi was so shocked when she saw Sarrah wearing a hijab covering her head.

"From today I decided to close the aurat, after all in the restaurant many employees are veiled."

"It's up to you."

"When will you migrate like Sarrah's brother." Ara's question made Ransi shut up.

Hijrah? It had crossed Ransi's mind to change himself for the better, but to hijab his father he did not want to comment because Ransi was used to showing her hair to the general public.

Another case with Sarrah, he experienced a lot of changes since living in Ransi's house. Seeing Ara close the aurat, teaching and often praying to make Sarrah's heart comfortable and peaceful without fear of the burden that must be lived, now Sarrah has hijab and does not show again her pseudo-body.

While Ransi is still trying to find her identity. What he must do, trying to change, where to go with his broken love. Is he willing to go further?

Ransi stood on the porch of the house with a feeling that was not good. His encounter with Zayan made him have to feel the pain of heartache. Maybe this is the law of karma because it used to play with the heart of a man who sincerely loved him. Toying up? The words seem inappropriate, because Ransi never intended to break the heart of Rafan or Gavin. After all, now he feels claustrophobic because a person in love has been happy with another woman.

Ransi's eyes glared in shock at the terrace of the house of the Fatmah ustadzah, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief what he saw. A yellow-skinned man stood up with a gentle smile towards him.

"Bang Zayan" said Ransi in his heart.

The new Sarrah came following Ransi's line of sight.

"Ciyee why look at Zayan to his side."

Spontaneous Ransi instantly turned her head towards the source of the sound.

"Zayan's? Why do you know the man in Fatmah's house named Zayan, '" asked Ransi curiously.

"Zayan is his cousin ustadz Ibrahim who is now assigned to Palembang, in addition to working as a warehouse helper Zayan took the time to teach children to teach in pesantren. I know all that from Furqon" explained Sarrah. Ransi really doesn't believe in any of that.

"Cousin ustadz Ibrahim? Have a brown wooden bracelet ? Is the world so narrow." Ransi continued to deepen in her heart and preferred to go inside the room to neutralize her racing heart. He could not believe that Zayan was a cousin of Abraham.

Ransi's transfer a few years ago from the city of Jambi, made him give a brown wooden bracelet to Zayan. From that day on, Ransi never heard of Zayan. The man who had no parents was living in a rented house alone, but Ransi did not know about Zayan's brother in the city of Palembang, the woman thought Zayan was a man who only had himself.

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Zayan who did not talk much made Ransi steal a glance when looking at him, the woman was afraid if Zayan was disturbed by the view of Ransi who was still in love with her. Ransi's heart was relieved to know that the two women who were with Zayan at the airport were friends of Fatmah's 45-year-old ustadzah, because they veiled so Ransi did not know their age was almost half a century.

Although his heart feels relieved but he still has to lose his love because it is very unlikely if Ransi becomes Zayan's life partner. The dream must be forced into reality. Still in the end Ransi could not be with a meaningful person in his life, even though the prince in his heart had been present with such a close distance.

After Zayan from teaching in the boarding school Ransi always looked at the man from a distance, Zayan was so handsome when he stepped into the house. Although Ransi's heart cries out that she continues to miss Zayan, Ransi prefers to be quiet and does not want to greet him even if only asking for news. Certainly ustadz Ibrahim, ustadzah Fatmah and Furqon have told me as dirty as he is.

Ara and Sarrah often come to the house of Ustadzah Fatmah to teach. Ransi was very hopeful when they returned home there was a message that Zayan left for her, such as "Sarrah how is Ransi, she is fine right?" or "Ara, I want to visit your house to see Ransi because I really miss her." In fact it was just a very excessive Ransi hallucination.

"This city is in my room, that means mine? But I doubt that's my guess. Instead of dying silly out of curiosity I better open this box who knows there are abundant treasures and valuable assets in it." Ransi sat there while opening the box.

"Hijab?" he was astonished when he saw the contents of the box.

"Ah must belong to Sarrah, well because these days often packages come for Sarrah who shop for hijab and long clothes online." Allegedly Ransi by stepping outside the room while carrying a white hijab, found Ara and Sarrah were cool watching TV.

"This scarf is yours why it's in my room."

"Hijab?" Sarrah and Ara threw eyes at each other looking at the hijab that Ransi was holding.

"That's yours, Ran" said Sarrah who made Ransi even more confused.

"Mine? I never bought a hijab."

"Sister gets that hijab in a box wrapped in brown paper, right?" said Ara while continuing to look at her brother.

"Yes." Yeah."

"That means it belongs to brother, because the box is a gift from bang Zayan to brother."

"What's? Zayan gave me a hijab? While I'm not cursing the hijab, what does this all mean." Ransi doesn't understand.

"Zayan gave you a hijab so you close the aurat, what's wrong if you wear a hijab from Zayan." Sarrah said while wearing a white headscarf to Ransi's head forcefully, Ransi was silent as Sarrah tidied up the hijab that now had perfectly covered Ransi's hair.

"Sayallah" the sound of someone on the doorstep made Sarrah, Ara and Ransi turn their heads.

"Bang Zayan." Ransi was half-dead.

"The three of you are the real-life angels of the world" Zayan said, then passed away.

"I think Zayan's words are only for you, Ran." Sarrah made her best friend's cheeks blush instantly.

"So I wish you could emigrate like Sarrah. However, emigrating is solely because of Allah Azza Wajalla. Not because of coercion or want to get the attention of bang Zayan."

Ara's words seemed to slap Ransi.

"Well Ara is right Ran if not from now on until when, until you are lifeless and get torment in the grave and then you cry out for forgiveness. It's useless, so think about starting to emigrate."

"Ara and Sarrah are right if not now when else, if not me then who else can change myself. Be hijab? Ready or not to close the aurat is an obligation for a Muslim, am I not a Muslim? Then why is it worth it that a woman like myself should move to the right path. I still have to think about all that, the path I'm going to take I hope not to be a regret in my future." Ransi thought hard in her heart.