Exchange Myself for Justice

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After their affairs are settled, Zico must return to the city where he is domiciled. That's a sign that the two Zahira's favorite men must leave themselves there.

"Darling, you have to keep me informed all the time" the man's message told his wife.

"Yes well, Mas. You are so, too," Zahira pinta instead.

"Of course, honey." Zico hugged his wife's body for a moment and kissed her face repeatedly. "I'm going home first, you take good care of yourself. Don't wander around" his message summarized the woman's two smooth cheeks.

"Good, Mas. You're there to take care of yourself and the kids, too" Zahira said otherwise.

"OK, Honey. I'm saying yes."

"Umi, my dear brother. Umi take care of our health must miss Umi very much," said Zaf while scattered in the arms of his favorite woman.

"Of course, honey, Umi will definitely take care of health. Brother, don't be naughty. Abi, Oma and opa, "his message to the Son.

"Okay, Umi." Zafran kissed both of Mom's cheeks. This was the first time they had parted ways and it certainly made them feel so awkward.

Zahira hugged her son so tightly. If only he did not care about his education that was almost finished, then he would not be able to part with his husband and children.

"I'm leaving ya." Zico hugged the woman again with warmth.

"Titip kids yes, Mas. I will definitely miss you guys," the woman shrieked with a small sob.

"Good, Honey. Don't cry anymore. He said he wanted spirit. Come dong spirit," said Zi to give consolation.

Zahira immediately let go of his embrace. He wiped away the tears quickly. The woman escorted her husband and son away until the car that Zi was driving in disappeared from her sight.

Zahira returned to her room after making sure her two favorite men had left. It feels so hard to be apart.

"I can't cry like this. Lagian Mas Zi would come to visit me every week," he said encouraging himself.

***

Not felt the time continues to roll, now has almost a week Zahira repeated his studies. Because the knowledge he had learned was still fresh in memory, Zahira had no trouble catching up.

Zahira immediately prepared after the lecture hours were over, The woman was still focused on compiling the books that she would soon bring.

"Zahira, come to my room!" said Mr. Anwar, the supervisor.

"Ah, sorry. What's up, sir?" ask Zahira to know.

"There is something I want to say, which is about your PKL task," explained the lecturer.

"KCR? Why should I PKL again? Didn't I already do it, sir?" ask the woman not to understand.

"Zahira, according to our agreement at that time. You only need PKL for three months, and then you are allowed to re-compose the thesis," said the lecturer could not be denied. The man who was estimated to be forty years old soon left Zahira who was still there.

"Ck, why should there be another PKL? About where I'm going to be assigned, "the woman's route while piling up her books and immediately following Pak Anwar's steps towards her room.

"Excuse me, sir!" zahira said on the doorstep.

"Come in and sit down!" tell the man wearing the glasses.

Zahira nodded obediently and immediately sat down. The woman glanced at the look on the face of her famous lecturer little killer.

"Sorry, Sir. If I may know, where will I follow the practice of fieldwork?" zahira asked worried that she would go further with her husband and children.

Zahira was silent for a moment. He is still worried, how will he be assigned far? Or even go out of the country. Ah, I think he just wants to give up.

"Zahira, why do you look so unhappy? You should be happy because the lecturers and rectors do not ask you to repeat your lag. You can do those two tasks. I think if you are really serious about doing it, then within six months you can graduate" Anwar told the student.

"alright, Sir. I will try to talk about this with my husband. If I can ask to be assigned not to go too far, sir, because I have a baby that must get attention from me," explained Zahira pleading the understanding of the lecturer.

"We will consider. Let's get excited, so that your studies are completed quickly and efficiently!" said the man cheered.

"All right, thank you sir. Then excuse me first" said the woman.

"Yes please!"

Zahira immediately came out of the lecturer's room. The woman's heart was suddenly so upset that her steps were not excited. Zahira came out of the lecture hall with a lethargic face.

Tin! Tin!

The sound of the car horn shocked him who was not focused because his mind was running somewhere.

"Hi, pretty!" the voice of the baritone is no stranger. The man immediately stood in front of his car with a smile as sweet as honey.

"Mas Zi!" peekkik Zahira with a smile. Zahira ran to meet the man who had stretched out his arms to greet his wife.

Zahira immediately hit the sturdy body with a sense of longing. "God, I am so glad you came, Mom!" he hugged tightly as he buried his face in the chest of Zico's field.

"I am also very happy to be able to hold your body back, after one week I did not find comfort here," said Zi no less mesraanya welcome the wife.

It turned out that the friendly scene of the halal couple was watched by the people around them. They looked amazed to see the two people who missed each other and also loved each other.

"That's very happy!" greet someone while approaching them which makes Zahira immediately break his embrace.

"Eh, Vera. Recognize this is my husband Mas Zico," said Zahira introduced her new best friend to the husband.

"Greetings, Judge, sir" said Vera smiling kindly.

"Ah, it's normal to call him," Zico replied with a smile.

"Hehe... It's true, Mr. Judge," said the woman.

"Well, I'm in a hurry, you're not going back to me, are you, Za?" ask Vera.

"Of course not. Because I'm here already" Zi said as she clasped her woman's shoulder possessively.

"Yes... I knew. Then I go first, sir. I'm first, Za. Have fun with halal lovers" whispered Vera teasing her best friend. As both married women, of course, Vera can feel how Zahira feels when visited by her husband.

"Okay, you be careful!" replied Zahira while waving to his best friend who also ngekost close to him.

"Let's go in!" invite Zi to embrace his wife's waist carrying into the car.

"I'm sure you're here at this hour, Mom?" asked Zahira astonished by the sudden arrival of the man, even he did not inform him first.

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