HEAVEN LOVE IN BISMILLAH

BURNED JEALOUS

Zahrana's face looked pale. His lips were so dry and whitened, but still a little move recited the do'a after the prayer that afternoon.

His two hands were covered with face, he rubbed into his face for so long.

"Astaghfirullah's..." His words rippled as he rose from the row on the long prayer mat.

"Yes Allah..." Zahrana's power suddenly disappeared. He sat back down, then squeezed his stomach which began to feel pain. "Ah, sachiiit..." Ringice.

Zahrana opened her face slowly and left it scattered on the prayer mat. He tried to get back up and walked by stumbling to the edge of his bed.

He opened his bedside nightstand drawer at the bottom once, then his hands dredged to the back of the drawer. He took out a medicine bottle from inside. When he had just taken the medicine with a glass of water on the nightstand, suddenly his stomach felt sore and wrapped around his heart.

The bottle of medicine he held and had not had time to close it again fell, so all the drugs were scattered on the floor of his room.

"Yes Allah..." Rintih Zahrana while gradually sitting on the edge of her bed. Her tears flowed hard. He laid his body slowly and faced to the right. He rubbed his stomach slowly until the pain began to gradually disappear.

Zahrana is back. He saw his room was so messy, yet when he intended to clean it up, his phone rang once.

He grabbed the phone and opened it.

"You're coming, right? I'm already on the road..." A short message from Arya made her dilemma, choosing to clean up her room or even prepare to leave.

Zahrana chose to contact her husband first. But several times calling, her husband's number is always busy.

Zahrana fluttered, he put down his phone and walked by rushing out of his room while tapping into a mini backpack that he had rogoh from behind the door of his room.

I hope I get home early to clean the room. Today is enough, there will be no more days to meet Arya. I should be able to make Arya understand that I no longer want to enter the entertainment world like this. I want to serve fully in my little family with bang Ajis...

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim... " Zahrana walked out of her house, completely unaware that her phone was left in her room.

When he was outside the fence, he found the regular taxi driver he had hired to drive him to the stall when Ajis left early.

"Sir, can you take Zahra to Kampoeng Rotan?"

"Rattan Campoo? What is Zahra's show there? Where's tumben?" Ask the taxi driver like he had memorized Zahrana.

"Yes, Sir... Zahra has an appointment there. Usually Zahran if going somewhere, it's the same Hidayat, Zahra's sister. But now Hidayat's motor is still in the workshop, sir... So, the meeting will be there with Hidayat..." Zahrana.

"Owh... Yes, Neng go up... Let me take you there. It's helm..." Said the motorcycle taxi driver while thrusting another helmet to Zahrana.

"Bismillah..." Zahrana ride on the bike with a sideways sitting position. "Slow down, sir..." His message.

He was completely unaware his phone was left on his bedside nightstand, and it rang a lot after his death.

When he got there, his eyes did not find Hidayat at all. Feelings of doubt began to waver in his heart. He reached into his tote bag, but he looked confused.

"Oh Allah, Hp Zahra missed..." He muttered so worriedly. If he broke up the meeting, then he was truly a heartless human being, he thought.

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim..." Zahrana started to step inside. His eyes were looking for the two people he would meet that day.

"Zahrana, I'm here...!" Someone's voice came from the corner of the room. The man wore a sweater that covered up to his head, and also wore black glass and a hat. Yes, she's Arya Irawan. He was so that no one would recognize him.

Zahrana approached slowly.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Zahrana.

"Wa'alaikum hail..." Arya answered enthusiastically.

"Emmm... Sorry for making you wait so long..." Zahrana.

"I won't get tired of waiting for a girl like you, Zahrana..."

Deg. Zahrana's heart was pounding again, the fear that made her so.

"Emmm, has Hidayat arrived yet?" Tanya Zahrana tried to shift the conversation.

"Yet..."

"Can I borrow your phone for a minute to call Hidayat?"

"Hmmm... Yeah, already..." Arya reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

"I don't know the password..." Say Zahrana while facing the phone to Arya again.

"Our first meeting..." Arya answered looking mesem-mesem herself.

"Huh? When yes? I don't remember..." Zahrana Gel.

"The time you don't remember? It's also a historic day in your life..."

"Eh?" Forehead Zahrana shriveling.

"Owh... Aye yes... I just realized..." Zahrana. Then he pressed the button according to the number he remembered.

Astaghfirullah, open... Zahrana. He is increasingly afraid of Arya's treatment of him.

"I went back first... You believe it, right?"

"Haha... You mean I'm on you? Just weird. Are you going to kill my HP?" Arya asked while laughing at Zahrana's innocence.

Zahrana just grinned, then walked towards the back.

*****

Ajis returned to his stall after passing a few hours of lunch with his employees. He reached into his cellphone which he deliberately did not bring to the mosque before.

"Yes my... There was a missed call from Mr. Baron. Has he arrived?" Ajis Mumbles. He immediately called back to the person who called him earlier.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mr. Baron..." Sapa Hidayat's.

"Wa'alaikum hail, Jis..."

"Sorry, Mr. Baron... When you called, I was staying at the kiosk, and I was going to the mosque and having lunch... Have you reached this town?" Ask Ajis familiarly.

"That's it, Jis... Actually, I called to inform you that today I did not come there. My car broke down on the road, Jis... So, I stopped by my wife's brother's house which happened to be in this city as well. I'm back till tomorrow what do I do, Jis?"

"Owh, so, sir... No problem, sir..." Answer Ajis lightly. He was so relieved to hear his explanation.

"Thank you, Jis... Sorry yeah..."

"Yes, Sir... It's okay, sir..."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow, Jis... Assalamu'alaikum..."

"Wa'alaikum greetings, Mr. Baron..." Ajis hung up.

"Hmmm, this afternoon accompany Zahra..." Ajis Mumbles. He immediately called his wife via vidio.

Call connected, but not connected. Ajis kept trying, even through regular mobile calls, but Zahrana never answered.

"Astaghfirullah's... What happened to the heart of God? Why is it so uncomfortable?" Dengus Ajis's. His face was hot thinking about his wife.

He wanted to try calling again. Twelve outgoing calls from now on, still the result is the same.

Has Zahra left yet? Ah, just follow me there... Said Dik Zahra, if not wrong place in kampoeng rattan. I'd better go straight there... Inner Ajis. The feeling that rose in his chest, made him forget everything, even just calling his own sister-in-law.

"Rizki, drop off the kiosk for a second... Brother wants out... But if it's old brother, you close as usual, and hold the key..." Ajis's message hastily.

"Good, Bang..." Employee valid.

Ajis rushed out towards the direction of his parked motorbike. He immediately went to his wife's place and the famous artist made a pact.

After half an hour on the way, he arrived at a classic Caffe with rattan plants around it. Inside, all furniture is made of rattan material. Even to add to the impression, rattan dishes they also use to serve food that is not fruitful.

Ajis's feeling grew more unstoppable, he stepped inside the building nervously. His eyes were so wild looking for the whereabouts of his wife.

It didn't take long, he was finally able to find Zahrana there alone with Arya. Ajis only watched them from a distance and his hearing tried to catch what his wife was talking about with Arya.

"Zahran... Actually, I've liked you for a long time..." Arya.

"Like me?"

"Yes, Zahra... Will you be my lover? I'm ready to wait for you at any moment, Zahra... Until you can leave your husband for me..." Arya was without a doubt.

"I guessed it, Arya..."

Deg.

Ajis' heart hurts like it's slashed. He shook his head violently, his hands clenched firmly, and his feet slowly walked backwards. A drop of clear water fell from his eyes.

Sick, his heart ached to see that. He just nodded without wanting to hear more. He came out of the cafe with a feeling that had been broken into pieces.

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