HALAL LOVER (Already Published )

Section 17

How would it feel if the disappointment came? And the feeling of guilt inside was growing.

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"Assalamualaik." Azizah said a greeting while continuing to knock on a door.

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Over and over again, the beautiful woman kept knocking on the door in front of her. But no one answered or opened the door.

"Assalamualaik."

Azizah said her greetings again. Honey, there's never an answer and the door never opens. Azizah bowed limply, staring pus down.

"Why is this house so quiet? No one even opened the door for me. Hate that, you shah to me?"

The girl said, tears don't just fall. His chest felt tight, remembering what had happened. Until, he had to lose his best friend, because of his match with Ghibran.

From a distance, a middle-aged mother was watching Azizah standing at the door. She didn't look so old, about 30 years old. He squinted his eyes, seeing Azizah there. Then, slowly the woman approached Azizah.

"Bak," said the woman. Azizah.

"Bu Nurul and his family, no longer live here, mbak," she told Azizah.

Azizah just squinted her eyes and fell silent.

"Oh, I think you know not well, where do they live now?" ask Azizah curiously.

"If, the exact address I don't know mbak. But, as far as I know they moved abroad," said the woman in front of Azizah. Maybe, he's Aisyah's family neighbor.

''Overseas? Hate that, you shah? Until you have to go far."

Azizah muttered in her heart, bowed. Seemed, a look of sadness on his ayu face. Indeed, now her heart was broken, knowing that Aisha was no longer in the country that raised her.

"If so, excuse me, ma'am."

The mother's voice broke the Azizah's daydream. The girl was shocked.

"Oh, yes. Thank you, buk" said Azizah, smiling. The mother just nodded and smiled. Then leave Azizah alone outside the mansion.

Well, today Azizah decided to go to the house of her best friend, Aisha. Make sure, whether Aisyah is okay or not. Because, his best friend just disappeared without saying goodbye. But unfortunately, his business is nil, Aisyah no longer lives in her former home.

His heart was broken, because now he could no longer meet his friend. Tears accompanied the departure of the beautiful woman, leaving the residence of Aisyah.

Azizah reached her in-laws house, her cheeks still looking wet from her crying. From inside the house, Ghibran saw the strange arrival of Azizah who looked sad. Well, today the young man did not go to work, because his body was a little unpleasant. Even before leaving, Azizah had given Ghibran medicine.

Azizah entered with tears that kept flowing, unstoppable. Ghibran was more confused and curious to see the attitude of Azizah. The young man stepped closer, seeing the arrival of Azizah. His eyes were fixed on a woman, who had now become his wife.

Strange, curious is what Ghibran now feels. What happened to Azizah? That's what's bothering him in his mind, right now. Azizah stopped from her steps, looking at Ghibran who was standing between the table and the sofa of the living room. Long time, long enough the girl looked at her husband. Then, go a little run by silencing her mouth, holding back her tears that were about to break.

The handsome-looking young man was getting riled up. He followed Azizah from behind. Azizah continued to run towards her room, until she fell down to sit on the edge of the bed. Her crying broke for a moment, the woman was crying so much.

The ghibran just stood up, looking strangely at the doorway. The young man was increasingly confused over Azizah's attitude.

"It's all my fault, my fault."

Azizah continued to blame herself, very clearly heard by Ghibran what the woman had said.

"What, this has something to do with Aisha?" ghibran said slowly, looking confused at Azizah.

Slowly, Ghibran stepped closer to Azizah, who was being moved. Azizah was unaware of the Ghibran presence there. She kept crying, tears flooding her face.

"Azizah, what's wrong with you?"

Ghibran sitting beside Azizah, Azizah turned her head and immediately scattered in the arms of Ghibran. Now, the woman just needs a backrest and calm down. The Ghibran was only flabbergasted to see what Azizah was doing.

"Well, what's wrong with you?" ask Ghibran.

"So, tell me, what's wrong?" Ghibran asked a question again.

"It's .. It's all my fault." Azizah let go of her embrace, then beat her body.

"Hey, calm down Azizah, calm down." The ghibran grabbed Azizah's hand which continued to beat itself.

"Take me off, let me go!" yelled Azizah thrashing.

"Calm down, Azizah calm down!" Ghibran screaming back.

Azizah was silent at once hearing a loud Ghibran cry. Until, the woman again nodded to let out her tears. The ghibran pulls Azizah's body into his arms. Confusion further disturbs his mind.

"It's all my fault, my fault. I'm evil, I'm evil." Azizah continued to cry in the arms of her husband.

''What happened to you, Azizah? Why, until this is your attitude, why? What's up Azizah?''

The young man, holding his arm while gently stroking Azizah's back.

"Aisha is gone, Aisha is gone" said Azizah.

Instantly, Ghibran was halted from its activities. He was surprised, hearing Azizah's words. The ghibran loosened his arms and held both women's shoulders before him. Awakened already, the cause of Azizah like this.

"What do you mean, Zah? Why are you saying that?" ghibran asked as he held Azizah's shoulders. The woman was only able to bow with her cries. The Ghibran were further confused by Azizah's behavior.

"Look, tell me Azizah. What do you mean, say it like that?" Ghibran asked again, shaking both of the women's shoulders.

"Aa— Ayesha. Aisha was no longer living, in her house," Azizah replied stammeringly, the warm fur in her eyelids increasingly creek.

"I still don't understand, tell me everything, Zah."

"Ta— was pa—gi, I went to Aisyah's house. And his neighbor said, Aisha no longer lives there. Instead, he moved abroad," Azizah said in tears. Dropped down sadly, unable to look at the Ghibran who was still sitting beside him.

The ghibran was shocked to hear the narration from Azizah. The young man immediately released his hand from the shoulder of the woman beside him. His eyes stared forward. There was sadness on his face.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault."

Azizah continued to blame herself and went back to beating her body incessantly. The ghibran who saw Azizah's attitude immediately tried to calm the poor woman.

"No Azizah, you don't keep blaming yourself" said Ghibran, calming Azizah.

"No Ghibran! If only that matchmaking had not happened, surely Aisyah would not have gone there. If only I could refuse that match. Maybe none of this will ever happen. It's all my fault, it's all my fault."

A moment of crying broke back in Azizah's face. Her tiny lips trembled violently, enduring the sadness that was being felt. The ghibran grabbed the woman's hands and held them tightly. Trying to keep calm the woman who is now holding as his wife.

"No Azizah, don't say that." Ghibran shook his head slowly, staring at Azizah's face that was still down.

"It's all my fault!" Azizah was hysterically shouting.

"No Azizah!" ghibran shouted, not to lose.

Then, the handsome young man pulled Azizah's body into his embrace.

"It's all my fault, my fault, my fault," Azizah said slowly.

"It's all, it's not entirely your fault, Zah. I was wrong too. Don't keep blaming yourself. You are not wrong Azizah. Believe that! Aisyah must be fine there. She's a very strong woman, isn't she? And everything will be fine, trust Azizah."

Ghibran continued to calm Azizah, the young man stroked Azizah's back gently so that Azizah did not feel asleep in his arms. Her tears are no longer coming out of her beautiful eyes. Only, his face was still wet from the remains of tears.

Although it could not be denied, his heart was as painful as Azizah felt. However, he tried to stay strong and Ghibran realized, he should not cry for a woman who is not his mahram. Because now he is the husband of the people. Although Ghibran did not yet have any feelings for Azizah, he had to appreciate his wife's feelings.

Azizah was already sound asleep, Ghibranpun raised the body of the beautiful woman and laid her on the bed. Not forgetting the blanket he covered on the body of Azizah who was asleep. The ghibran sat beside Azizah, the young man looking out at the woman in front of him. A sad face, sadness, on the woman's face. Iba Ghibran saw it.

"I know, it's all heavy for you, Zah. I know you are tormented, but I beg you never to blame yourself as the reason for Aisha's departure. Because I was wrong, too, Azizah. I'm just a coward, a loser. I'm sorry Zah."

The young man held his voice in his heart and continued to look at Azizah's face. Until the line of smiles on both sides of his lips.