Dr. Ani And Family's

heartbroken

Zainals

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim.. subhanalladzi sakkhoro lana hadza wa makunna lahu muqrinin wa inna ila ronbina lamunqolibun...."

I started paddling my bike towards the house of bang Alif. Today I wear a t-shirt with subordinates training pants, white sneakers and a black hat that can protect my head from the heat of the sun.

My heart was happy because my mother had said she would never match me again. Even mom indirectly let me if I want to get back into a relationship with Ani.

I want to tell that to Bang Alif. I will say that after I resigned myself and accepted the destiny outlined by Allah to me it turns out I do not have to bother because Allh works with His hands. That's how easily she flipped through my mother's heart.

I hope there's still a chance for me to ask my beloved doctor and make her my wife. Before the yellow janur curved isn't there still a bit of hope?

I was so excited this morning. Riding my mountain bike by enjoying the morning atmosphere on the streets. If using a motor vehicle it takes about 30 minutes to get there. Riding a bike may be 45 minutes or more.

A cold chill broke out as I came out of my fence. Cold but fresh especially after paddling for a long time the sunlight began to feel warm into the pores of my skin.

I smiled when I reached the gate of the house bang Alif. Get off the bike and lead him to the spacious and green yard. A house that seems old-fashioned but always makes me want to come back again and again.

From where I stood I could see a veiled woman sitting in front of a baby stroller and a man standing next to her looking at the baby. That's not bang Alif. Then who?

I walked slowly towards the terrace which was higher than the yard of the house. It was as if I was hearing his voice. My doctor's voice. The more my legs rose I sharpened my eyes and ears.

"Where's Mar's smile?"

Ani's...... My ani. I'm stuck seeing it. I was still standing on the stairs staring at the beautiful girl sitting in front of the baby troller while talking to the baby who was moving his body like someone riding a bicycle, mancal-mancal. My feet felt glued to the stairs.

My Ani is now hooded. Masya Alloh.

The handsome man had his cheeks covered by Maryam.

Who her? Not my rival named zein

that right?

Oh noo.. The man is very handsome, his face is korean-an, like opa-opa in a Korean drama. Of course I'm a big loser compared to him.

"How many children will the doctor have?"

Huh....what does that man's question mean?

Yes Kariim, they are that close. And look at Ani's red face hearing the question of the man standing not far from her.

"How much do you want ustadz?" He raised his head towards the person he called ustadz with a timid but slightly defiant face.

No. no....

those words just stuck in my throat. I hope it's just my pradugu. It's just my feeling. They are just ordinary friends. It's just friends.

I'm trying to convince myself.

Rina came out of the living room and saw me who was still glued to the stairs to see Ani.

"Sister....." Call her Ani.

"Hum...?" Ani turned to look at Rina who was looking at me so Ani came to look at me.

Degs.....

Our eyes are fixed....

There's a feeling I can't explain....

L'm......

An.....

At....

Ani stood up and turned to the man next to her.

"Loh... There are guests only in the biarin...." Mia is now among them. While taking Maryam who had stroller kak Mia said," Come in o'm Zainal. Maryam is done sunbathing...."

I set my feet that felt heavy to go back closer.

"Om Zainal... This is ustadz Zainuddin, the candidate Ani.." said brother Mia who now calls me om, it sounded like a warning to me.

I could not hide the look on my face that was shocked when I heard Mia's words

That Ustadz Zainuddin pulled his ladder at me to ask me to shake hands.

Oh... I feel like I want to pop my ear to hear news I never wanted.

Crushed away my hope.