Exchange Myself for Justice

Chapter 10

"Mas, stop for a while, I want to take care of the administration of my medical expenses first," I told Mas Adri as we crossed the RS cashier table.

"No need, Za, I've done it" he replied.

"You mean?" I'm still not understanding.

"Yes, I've paid off your medical expenses. Okay, don't think about it. Let's go home now" she said, which made me feel even more awkward.

On the way home, I just kept quiet not knowing what to say. The man next to me also seemed to be focusing on driving.

"Zahira, we're going back to your contract to get all your stuff done there. After that I will take you away from there," said Mas Adri.

"Where are you taking me?" my question is not understanding.

"I've made a place for you."

"I'm sorry, I've been a lot of trouble for Mas Adri."

"Don't talk like that. I don't feel bothered at all. The important thing is that you can rest bad quietly" he said calmly.

I looked at the man beside me, he was so nice. I don't know what to say. May Allah repay all his kindness.

"Mas, thank you very much for all the help you gave. May Allah reward him" I said. He just replied with a smile.

Upon arrival at the contract, I immediately went in to pack my things. Mas Adri didn't want to let me do it alone.

"Za, you just sit down. Let me pack up" he said, wanting to take over my job.

"It's okay, Mom, I can do it myself" I refused.

"Zahira, you heard what the Doctor said, you can't move much. Come sit. Let me do it, you don't want anything to happen to your baby, do you?" the question that made me unable to wart just nodded and was forced to let it go, even though I was actually very shy.

I was just sitting in that worn-out chair that was in the contract. Mas Adri was busy himself cleaning up all my stuff.

"Udah, are we leaving now?" his finished asking put all my luggage into the trunk of the car.

When Mas Adri and I came out of the rented house, I passed by Miss Winda. The old lady was already standing in front of the entrance.

"Eh, Bun," said Mas Adri.

"So you're the hero? Or maybe it's your son?" asked Miss Winda who became very sincere, even though all this time I knew him quite well. Maybe this pregnancy of mine really made her look contemptuously at me.

"Ah, Mother, Mother. Mommy should be more sensitive and attentive again. Try if your child is in the position of Zahira, what do you do? Will you throw it away?" ask Mas Adri who has always been my hero.

"But his behavior with his clothes does not reflect a good personality. All are opposite. She's a hypocritical woman!" reply Miss Winda. My heart aches when someone insults my clothes.

"Aiissh! Go, Bun. I have no time to serve Mother's words. One thing you should remember. Do not associate a person's hijab or clothing with their treatment. Because wearing covered clothes is mandatory in our religion. If his deed is not good, it is his business with God. We as fellow human beings cannot judge if we do not know the real problem. And I believe what happened with Zahira, there must be a reason that might be hard to explain,"

"Mom, this is the key to the house and the rest of the money I rented yesterday. Thank you for giving me a ride home all this time. Again, I'm sorry to disappoint you. But believe me, Mom, I'm not the woman you think I am. If Mom had given me time to talk, I'd have explained everything about what really happened to me, Mom."

I gave the keys to the house and I took the hand of the good woman who helped me so much all this time, and I kissed her hand. My tears fell suddenly. I don't know why I miss my mom and dad so much.

I felt my hand being pulled by the middle-aged woman, she immediately led me into her arms. Miss Winda was crying too.

"No, ma'am, I don't want to get you into trouble either."

"But, Son..."

"Already, Bun, let Zahira come with me. I've found a place for him. Later if Mommy wants to meet him just tell me," cut Mas Adri.

"Well, I'll visit your new place later. We will tell you there yes," said Miss Winda let me go.

"Okay, Mom, then I'll go first. Assalamualaikum.."

"Wa'alaikum... Careful."

I feel relieved that Miss Winda finally believes in me. I also believe that actually Miss Winda is a good person. I deeply appreciate his disappointment.

The car driven by Mas Adri entered the yard of a minimalist house that is quite luxurious. I don't know, at first I thought Mas Adri would take me to a rented house too.

"Let's get down."

Adri opened the door for me. I was confused and reluctant to enter. I was afraid that if I had to meet someone else or Mas Adri's family that would be the same, which is bad thinking.

"Zahira, let's go down. How bengong?"

"Sorry, Mom, whose house is this?" aska I want to know.

"This is my house. You need not hesitate, let's go in now, you have to rest," he explained which made me more anxious.

"I'm sorry, I'm not resisting, Mom. But I don't want if later your family misunderstand, I'd better find a contract, Mas."

"Zahira, this is my home. It wasn't my parents' house, so no one was in there. You don't need to worry because I think this is the most comfortable place for you to rest" explained Mas Adri.

"But, Mom..."

"Yes, I know, you don't have to worry, I won't come here often. I'll come when you need my help."

Turns out that guy already knows what I'm thinking. There's nothing I can do, let me for a while owe him. I do need a comfortable place away from people who look at me low so that my mentality is good until later I give birth.

"Mas Adri, once again I thank you very much. I really don't know how to repay all your kindness."

"You don't have to pay it back. Simply smiling happily with your baby, that's enough, Za. Let's go in now."

"Good day, sir," said the middle-aged woman I thought was the one who cleaned the house.

"Yes, noon. Oya, Buk Era, this is my brother Zahira, he will stay here. Please help all his needs," Mas Adri told the woman.

"Good, sir."

Seriate...

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