Exchange Myself for Justice

Candaan Zi's

"So that Zahira is your wife?" asked the teacher with a little surprise.

"True, sir, so I ask for help on the understanding of the lecturer and his staff who participated in guiding my wife. Please consider my request," said Zi politely, The man who has a high position in the court of the country does not look arrogant in speaking. It really has good adab and morals.

"Alright Mr. Zico, I will accept the proposal from you, because Zahira has a baby who really needs the attention of his mother, then I will assign Zahira to serve in the state court office you requested," said the lecturer who made a smile framed on Zi's lips.

"Ah, thank you very much for your consideration, sir," Zi said as she shook her hand once again.

"Together Mr. Zico." The man replied no less friendly and friendly.

Finally the man came out of the lecturer room with a happy smile. "Hopefully this surprise pleased you, Dek," he murmured as he passed to get to his vehicle.

After Zico's business was over, he immediately drove his vehicle home. The day after tomorrow he will return to pick up his wife, according to an agreement with the lecturers who will assign Zahira later this week.

Meanwhile Zahira who had just finished following his first material. He was called by the campus to face the PKL guidance lecturer.

Back the heart of the woman is gambled when going to face a famous lecturer who can not be denied and negotiate on the orders he has applied.

"Oh my God, what should I do if I'm assigned to a faraway place? Mana Mas Zi did not give me any more solutions," said the woman hesitated as she stepped into the lecturer's room.

"Good morning, sir, did you call me?" ask Zahira kindly.

"True, let's sit down," said the lecturer.

"Look, Zahira. As per our agreement that you will undergo fieldwork practice for the next three months. Therefore I have decided to assign you to a state court office..."

"Where's Sir?" zahira asked so upset that the lecturer stopped his speech. And even the man stared at Zahira for longer to observe her expression.

"Are you going to promise to get your job done right?" tanya Pak Dewis still hangs his words.

"Yes, but where do I do my job, sir?" ask Zahira still wants to know in advance where he will be assigned. If it does not match expectations, then Zahira better return to college leave until baby Zhera has grown up.

"You will be assigned to the state court office in the city of Xx."

Instantly the woman covered her mouth with a fluffy smile. She felt really dream of being in an office with her husband.

"Are you serious?" zahira still did not believe it.

"of course. Why does your face look so happy?" ask the man pretending not to know.

"Ah, it's okay, sir. I'm just happy because it just so happened to be my residence" Zahira replied, still hiding her husband's identity.

"Alright, starting Monday tomorrow you can follow the practice field. And I hope you can maintain a professional attitude, even though your husband is an influential person in the office," said the lecturer to make Zahira mouth agape.

"I-I mean Father?"

"Yes, I already know that the presiding judge named Zico Hamdi is your husband, right?" ask the lecturer.

"Right, sir," Zahira replied nervously. She was very afraid if the lecturer changed her mind after knowing who her husband was.

"Yes, he had come to see me to ask for our consideration as a lecturer to place you in the state court office in the city. And I'm sure that you're a trustworthy and responsible person for every task you do, so I'm sure you're put there," said the judge who made Zahira speechless.

If her husband were still there, she would hug him and thank him a thousand times for what he has done for her. Ah, it feels like Zahira feels very guilty for thinking that the man does not care about her. But look at what that beloved man has done. He made her so happy today.

Zahira thanked the lecturer, then he immediately left the lecturer's room. When he arrived outside, Zahira immediately contacted the husband.

"Assalamualaikum," Zi said at the end of the connection.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas," Zahira replied in a choked voice. The woman was really unable to hold back and express her current feelings to her greatest man.

"Crying?" Zi asked with a funny smile. "Basar cengen," he continued.

Zico only smiled anxiously at the spoiled cry of his woman, if only he was there then he would hold his body tightly while peeping all over his face.

"Darling, I deliberately gave you a surprise to make you smile happily, not cry like this. So, stop crying and show that smile of yours," Zi said as she switched her call to video mode.

"Where might I be able to show you my smile, Mom, I can't possibly open my niqab here" she muttered to her husband.

"Now go to the toilet, and show me your smile" he said, which made Zahira unable to resist in the least.

The woman nodded obediently, she immediately headed for the female toilet, and made sure the door was locked. Zahira took off the cloth covering her face and carved out a smile as sweet as possible for her halal lover.

"Well, it looks beautiful" Zi said, focusing on driving.

"You're still on the road, Mas?" asked Zahira still staring at the screen of his phone while staring at the handsome face of the adult man.

"Yes, honey, it's gonna be here."

"Yaudah, then you're careful, yes, I'm going back to class. There is still one more course," said Zahira wanted to end her mobile phone connection.

"Eh, wait a minute!" zi's words made Zahira look in wonder.

"What's up, Mom?" Zahira saw her husband pull over his vehicle on the side of the road.

"You're just showing me a smile?" tanya Zi stared at the focus on her phone.

"Yes, you asked" Zahira replied so innocently.

"You don't want to give me a gift?" tanya Zi returned.

"What are you a gift from me, Mom?" tanyanya did not understand. If Zi wanted something she would definitely give.

Zico smiled meaningfully looking at his camera. This left Zahira confused.

"Dek, want to see dong," said Zi really wanted to prank the veiled woman.

"See what, Mas?" zahira asked, confused.

"That," pointed Zi using her lips with a gaze pointed at Zahira's chest.

"Mas Zi!" the woman was so anxious to see the temperament of her husband that was like a striped-nose man.

"Haha.... Why is your face like that, dear," he replied with a rarity.

"Mas, I swear, your face looks like a flirtatious Om-om" Zahira said, making Zico's laughter even more open.

"It can be you. Occasionally the same perverted video of his own wife is not pa-palah," said Zi smiled flirtatiously.

"Mas, ah ah, I still have one more makul," said Zahira staring angrily at her husband.

"Hahaha..all right, honey. You are spirit yes. Tomorrow the day after tomorrow I'll pick you up" he said before ending their conversation.

"Okay, Mas, you're also carefully driving. Bye my dear husband, beloved, and also the termesum. Hahaha..," said the woman chuckling.

Zico also laughed at the nickname given by his favorite woman. Eventually the connection ended. And Zahira rushed to put her veil back on and headed straight for her class.

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