Dreams of a Poor Girl

Chapter 35

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"Lake in!" sahut Dirga without turning his eyes on the laptop.

"Excuse me, Sir! I delivered the documents that had to be signed" Dimas said, giving the documents he had brought.

"Documents for what is this, Dim?"

"For next week's meeting, sir," Dimas replied.

Without asking again, Dirga immediately signed the document and returned it to Dimas. Dimas then received the document from Dirga's hands.

"Sorry, Sir. It looks like Zulfa was sick, I had a chance to see him nosebleed," said Dimas, making Dirga immediately stop his activity.

"When?"

"Just now, when I'm here."

Dirga immediately moved from his seat and approached Zulfa in his place.

From outside the door, Dirga saw for himself that Zulfa was cleaning his nose.

"Why you?" ask Dirga to worry.

"Sir Dirga! I'm okay, sir. Just a regular nosebleed."

"Don't lie! Your face is very pale plus nosebleeds too, it's impossible that you're okay."

"Really, Sir. I'm fine," argued Zulfa.

"Alright, let me believe I'd better take you to the hospital right now."

"Don't, Sir! I'll just rest at home."

"Why? Are you hiding something?"

"No, I was traumatized by the hospital. Because my father died after being treated for 2 weeks with cancer" Zulfa explained trying to find the right reason.

"Yes, better now you go home and rest! Let Dimas handle today's work."

"Good, sir."

Eventually, Zulfa chose to go home instead of being taken to the hospital. The boss will know the disease he suffered all this time.

While Dirga, she still kept a big question mark. He himself was not sure if Zulfa was okay, he felt that there was something Zulfa was hiding.

After Zulfa was not seen again, Dirga returned to his room. And apparently Dimas was still there because he did not want to disturb Dirga's chat.

"Dim, you handle Zulfa's work today! I've told him to go home and rest."

"Good, Sir. Excuse me first!"

After Dimas died, Dirga leaned his body on his seat of greatness. He took his phone and typed something.

***

Meanwhile, at home, Zulfa immediately looked for a cure. He immediately took the medicine so that the pain in his head was reduced.

Zulfa began to lay her body on the bed, her tears slowly drenching her cheeks. Zulfa sobbed as he felt tired of what was happening. Inwardly, he wanted to give up on all his conditions. For what he struggled to become a successful person if the disease suffered increasingly gnawing his body.

"Oh Allah, how long shall I endure this condition? I'm tired, I want to give up, "inner Zulfa.

Soon she began to close her eyes, probably due to the effects of the medicine she was taking and due to crying for too long, Zulfa fell asleep immediately.

I looked at Adzan Ashar, waking Zulfa from his deep sleep. He saw the clock on the wall already showing at 4 p.m. Zulfa rushes up and takes a shower because it is late afternoon.

After bathing and changing clothes, Zulfa decided to cook. He made fried rice with eggs ceplok, not forgetting to make warm tea.

After the fried rice was cooked, Zulfa moved it to the plate and was ready to eat. After she finished eating, Zulfa cleaned up her place of eating, then she went to the room to pick up her cell phone.

While unlocking her phone, Zulfa frowned when she saw a message coming in from a new number. Just about to open the message, suddenly there was an incoming call from Iwan.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma!" greet Zulfa after answering her call.

"I-I'm home, Mom. What's up, huh?" Zulfa asked back.

"Whose house? I'm new from your house, but you don't exist" Iwan explained.

"I-i'm in-"

"Get out now!" Zulfa had not yet finished his words, Iwan had already interrupted him.

"Where is Mas Iwan?"

"Exit now! You'll know for yourself."

Not wanting to get curious, Zulfa rushed to open the door. Zulfa was so surprised when he saw Iwan sitting on his bike.

"Go in, Mas!" bring Zulfa.

Iwan immediately got off his bike and sat on the terrace seat. Zulfa went back inside to make a drink.

"Please, drink! Sorry it's just water."

"That's okay," said Iwan then drank his tea.

For a moment the two were silent, until Iwan's voice began to break the silence.

"You're okay, aren't you, Fa?" ask Iwan.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm good, Mas. How about Iwan himself? Sorry if I haven't told Mas Iwan for a long time."

"I'm good too, Fa. Why did you leave the house?"

"Sister must have told Mas Iwan, so I don't need to answer anymore, right."

"Zahra misses you, Fa. He kept telling you, but never met," said Iwan.

"Then, Mas Iwan knows where I'm from if I'm here?"

"I didn't see you walk alone, I wanted to call you, but I didn't."

"Don't tell my sister that I'm here, Mas!"

"Why?" Zulfa just shook his head and his tears started to flow.

Iwan immediately embraces Zulfa's body because he knows very well what he is feeling right now. Zulfa immediately sobbed, venting the feeling that had been a burden to this day.

"I'm tired, Mas. I'm not strong anymore, I give up," said Zulfa in the decapitation Iwan.

"You can't talk like that! You must be excited! He said you want to be successful."

"Why do I succeed if I am not old anymore, Mas. This disease is eating away at my body."

"Huss, who determines your age? The soul mate, sustenance, and death, only God knows."

Iwan broke his arms and cupped Zulfa's face.

"Look at me! You are not alone, there is always me who will help you. Whenever you need to, you don't have to hesitate to talk to me."

"But when, Mom? I'm tired of all this" said Zulfa and opened his hijab.

Iwan was immediately surprised when he saw that Zulfa's hair was thinning.

"Can I be healed, Mom? Mas Iwan see for himself, my hair will run out with time."

Without replying, Iwan put on Zulfa's hijab and hugged her again.

"You can definitely heal, Fa. If God wills, you will be healed. Be assured, God's miracles are real!" Iwan calmed Zulfa.

He himself did not know what to do, if it could be shared, he would be happy to feel what Zulfa felt at this time.

Without both of them noticing, there was a pair of eyes that were staring full of anger.