HEAVEN LOVE IN BISMILLAH

HEAVEN LOVE IN BISMILLAH
LOVE OF ARYA



Early in the morning as was his custom, Zahrana had awakened, though he himself was in a state of impediment. He rushed out of the room to the bathroom used by the entire house.


As in general in the village, his simple house also does not have its own bathroom in the room.


Zahrana found her mother had woken up that morning, and was heating the water in the kitchen. His mother was an amazing wife and mother he knew.


"Morning, Mum..." He hugged his mother's back.


"God... Walahs... Early in the morning instead of washing your face, brush your teeth, even hug you... Smell, you tuh... To the bathroom there..." His mother's orders are acting angry but not actually angry.


The heart of a mother who so misses her daughter, especially her daughter rarely comes home since marriage.


"Mothers... Bathe Zahra dong, Mom..." Whine asked.


"Have you been this big asking to be bathed too?"


"Jump your head against your back, ma'am... Zahra wants to pray again. Yes, yes, Mom... Zahra's body aches up riding his motorbike Hidayat..." He began to wash.


"Yes-yes... Wait a minute, I'll copy this water to the flask first." Her mother gave up seeing her beautiful face.


"Yeeey, thank you, Mother..." He kissed his mother's cheek.


"Romans..." Screeched mother.


Zahrana just grinned as she passed into the bathroom.


After taking a bath, Zahrana performed his duty to the Khalik, and read a two-line line of the holy verse of the Qur'an.


He then grabbed Hidayat's phone next to the pillow he slept on last night. She smiled considering the treatment of her husband who so adored her through the phone. He also grabbed the Ajis oblong that was still lying on top of the bolster.


"O Allah, protect the husband of the servant wherever he is..." Berdo'a.


Zahrana opened a chat app on her phone Hidayat. Intended to send a message to her husband, because his phone is still reluctant to be activated.


"Assalamu'alaikum, Brother... Is your brother awake?" He wrote it, and he sent it to Ajis.


"Wa'alaikum hail... Is this Brother or Hidayat?" The reply from her husband made her laugh by herself.


Just now he was preparing to write a reply, suddenly his phone screen showed an incoming vidio call from Ajis.


"Assalamu'alaikum, Brother..."


"Wa'alaikum hail, Brother..."


"Why hasn't Hidayat's phone been returned? Hasn't my sister been stamped?" Ajis looks confused there.


"Later, Hidayat came out of his room. Just when Zahra woke up, she wasn't awake yet..." Answer Zahrana. "Kok early in the morning Brother is neat?" Zahrana was suspicious.


"Don't manyun that way. Brother will soon be out, directly to another store where you are shopping. Let's get it done quickly, Brother came home. If you're old, then you won't sleep..." Goda Ajis's.


"Yes, Sister take care of herself... Get ready first."


"Yes, Brother... My brother also took care of himself there. Watch out for anything..." Zahrana. Ajis chuckles at hearing it.


After the call, Zahrana looked through the contents of her sister's message with her husband. He smiled, apparently Ajis also has a sense of humor following the soul of his youngest brother.


The contents of their message are many useful jokes and small quarrels in the form of jokes.


"May be forever, O God..." He said while breathing heavily.


Zahrana was about to return it to the front screen, but was blocked on the message list from Arya listed at the top, something he had just realized. Because last night he went straight to the call menu without heeding the message menu in the application.


Soul wants to yearya rebel, Zahrana open the contents of Hidayat's message with the famous artist. He read it in great detail with nothing left. His heart is so uncomfortable every time they talk only about him.


Aryan messages always precede, then fished for Hidayat to tell about how Zahrana.


"Yes Allah... Hopefully this isn't something I'm afraid of." He looks so worried.


Zahrana took her phone and activated it.


Berentet a call notification from her husband when his phone was off last night. But he was so happy not to find any message from Arya.


*****


Aryans.


He is a famous artist who plays the character of Yansyah in the novel Zahrana which is lifted to the big screen and is ready to be aired in the coming months. That day he looked angry and uninspired. The broken Asa in his heart made him so.


During that time he loved girls in an instant, and then he forgot about being bored. But when he knew Zahrana through cyberspace, he began to be interested. There was absolutely no boredom for him every time he chatted with the married woman.


More and more his feelings grow, and he himself never even realized that growing feelings in the end bear fruit of love.


Unfortunately, the woman did not respond to her feelings at all. The attitude shown by the woman is so innocent and considers herself only a friend who has meritorious, and deserves just a thank you.


Arya is hurt by her feelings. Various ways he did to get the woman's empathy, even by establishing familiarity with the sister as well.


The greed in him became more and more so when he knew Hidayat, the sister of Zahrana, the married woman he had been waiting for. The mature attitude that Hidayat showed him, made him never feel lonely. He often sharring and sharing knowledge, even chatan who end up talking about Zahrana, an extraordinary woman in a family owned by Hidayat.


"Why did you stay away? I want to be closer and closer to you, Zahrana..." Arya muttered when she saw a photo of Zahrana that she secretly took when Zahrana was on the set at that time.


"I've never been in love before, can I have you? I don't care if you're married, Zahrana. I'll wait for you." Say Arya again to the photo.


The fear of Zahrana is well reasoned in fact. He sees for himself the exaggerated attitude of Aryan towards himself whenever they come face to face.


Arya who used to enjoy and looks pretentious in everything, turns clumsy every time she talks face-to-face with Zahrana. And in fact it really harbors a sense of Zahrana.