
Makassar Sultan Hasanuddin Airport
Due to the unification that had occurred some time ago, Zulfikar almost missed the plane. Now, the man has to go to gate four immediately after the check in.
At the entrance, Azahra continued to monitor the movements of her husband. The shadow of the husband disappears from his sight. Sad, Azahra tightly gripped Mama Aira. The crying broke out there.
"Mama" sheen. Without a word, Mama Aira was sure, Azahra missed her husband.
"You are patient, my dear" said Mama Aira.
Papa Kurniawan took his wife and daughter-in-law home. Tonight Azahra will spend the night at Papa Kurniawan's house, the next day just moved in the Shop. Yeah, in the store. Azahra will stay in the Shop during Zulfikar Abroad. Not that Azahra did not want to live with her Mama-in-law but the distance of Mama Aira's home address to the campus is quite far.
The next day, Azahra and the family had breakfast together. The sad look was still clearly carved on Azahra's face. He's been trying but that longing is getting so. Last night sleeping alone, the woman cried.
"Darling, are you sure you're going to the store this morning?" mama Aira asked at the dinner table.
"Yes, Ma. Usually on Sundays many customers" Azahra replied after chewing the food in her mouth.
"You be careful, son. Call Mama or Papa if you need something" said Papa Kurniawan.
"Yes, Sir. You also, if there is a time of hesitation, often go to the Shop" said Azahra.
"Yes, Honey. We must have gone there" Mama Aira said.
After breakfast, Azahra to the Shop delivered Mr. Mo. On the way, the woman again looked glum. Until the attention of Mr. Mo who had noticed the daughter-in-law of his employer.
"Son Zahra kangen Nak Zul huh?" ask Mr. Mo.
"Yes, sir" Azahra replied quietly.
"Why Nak Zahra doesn't study abroad just like Nak Zul. Can stay together there" said Mr. Mo.
Azahra took a long breath. "I thought so at first. But, after I think about it, Brother Zul will be burdened with my presence there. Mr. Mo will know, money is not everything but everything needs money"
"Son Zahra has a point too. Yes, yes, my son. You must be patient, God willing, you can definitely be Ordinary, if the new LDR is indeed longing for delays, later, if you are used to it, Nak Zahra will not be sad anymore" explained Mr. Mo.
Mr. Mo pulled over the car in front of the Sustenance Shop. In front of the store, there are customers who were waiting for the business owner. Seeing Azahra's arrival, the customer commented a smile.
"From now, Ma'am?" tanya Azahra walked over.
"Not too long" replied the customer, his name is Sintia. Semester 7 students majoring in Chemistry.
Azahra. Soon the woman opened the door lock and let Sintia in. As per the purpose of his arrival, Sintia directly asked Azahra to issue 6 pieces of pasmina hijab, 6 pieces of Saudia hijab and 1 dozen Paris hijab. Then ask Azahra to lower 5 totebag 2in1 different models but the price is the same.
"This is it, how much is it all?" ask Sintia.
"Hijab Pasmina half a dozen 210 thousand yes, Ma'am. Saudia hijab 160 thousand, 1 dozen Paris hijab 360 thousand. Totebab 2in1 80K/Item times 5 would be 400 thousand. In total all 1,130 thousand" explained Azahra.
Sintia spent as much money as the total groceries. While Azahra began to insert the hijab into the large red crackle, so did the bag that was put in a different crackle.
After paying the bill, Sintia took her groceries and left. In the Shop, there was Azahra. After Sintia's death, Azahra contacted Asna. Before long, Asna answered a call from him.
"Assalamualaikum, Baby. You're not busy?" ask Azahra without being stale.
"Vaalaikumsalam. Not really, why?" Asna asked back.
"I'd like to offer you a job. Coincidentally last night Brother Zul has been abroad so I'm the only one guarding the store. If you want, you can work at my place. Salary 1.5 million/month. Eat and drink I'm responsible here" Azahra explained.
"I'm gonna be hot, Beb. But I gave Haikal permission first, if he ngizinin I'll tell you. Yeah, I called him first" Asna said. Then decided on the call after Azahra answered yes.
Shortly after, Asna contacted Azahra. Soon Azahra answered a call from his friend. "Assynolajet. Beb, how?" ask Azahra.
"Alhamdulillah. Haikal ngizinin I work at your place" Asna said.
"Alhamdulillah. Tomorrow morning at 9 you come here, because I go to college at 10" explained Azahra.
"Yes, Beb" Azahra replied.
Evening greeting, Azahra who often stared at her cellphone, the woman again missed her husband. Ever since Zulfikar left until now, the man had not sent him a message. At three o'clock in the night, Azahra was startled by the incoming message. Soon the woman turned on her phone screen. But what he got, disappointment. Zulfikar, I don't know what he's doing now overseas, not a single message he's sent to his wife.
"Feelings there in the afternoon, Kak Zul can not understand me" muttered Azahra. To eliminate negative thoughts, Azahra chose to adjust the tahajut prayer. After the prayer, the woman regained her salary, and again she did not receive a message from her husband.
"Maybe Brother Zul is tired so he hasn't caught me yet" muttered Azahra trying to think positively.
By morning 9, Asna and Haikal had been in front of the Shop. The two would-be parents went inside after greeting. Looking at Azahra's slightly swollen eyes, Haikal chuckled.
"Kangen yes .." ledek Asna.
Azahra swung her lips forward. "LDR is not good" he lamented.
Neither Haikal nor Asna responded, Azahra's phone rang. Immediately Azahra grabbed her salary on the edge of the television. Seeing who was calling, Azahra commented a smile. Without a second thought, the woman answered the call from Mama Aira.
"Honey, not long ago Zul meseg Mama on Instagram, he said he was fine" said Mama Aira told reporters.
Azahra was silent for a moment. "I am his wife. The wife who is not pregnant. Mama Aira is Kak Zul's first love, so it's certain that Kak Zul prioritizes his parents over me" said Azahra.
"Thankful Alhamdulilah. I'm glad to hear that. Oh yes, Ma. I went to college first yes, this morning I have a lecture schedule" said Azahra trying to attract a smile. Honestly, he's jealous.
After the call was cut off, Azahra's eyes began to glaze over. "Kok Kak Zul didn't chat me" he looked down