Is There Another Love in Your Heart?

The man in black

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The atmosphere at the les is still crowded. Children's ranting. Some of them are still waiting for an invitation. Thirty minutes almost passed. While dusk began to reveal his reddish face.

Zaura, one of my tutoring students. ABG is a semi-Oriental beauty that is different from girls his age. He was quieter and not much of a group. At the age of the new sixth grade SD, his body looks more bulging. High posture. No wonder when he grew up to be a teenager, there must have been many men who queued up.

The little girl with clear skin was still sitting alone. Occasionally standing on the side of the road, while wailing. His face was getting impatient. Must be waiting for an invitation.

“Sit here, Za”

My fingers wave. A smile on her tiny lips. Following my orders. I asked him to talk so he wouldn't feel bored. All the children have been picked up by their parents.

Risma, my admins are also starting to get ready to go home. Sophie martin's black bag is already perched sweetly on the table. His hand is holding a cell phone. It looks like he wants to say goodbye but there is a feeling of embarrassment to me.

“You don't papa first, Ris!”

He raised his face.

“But, Zaura how?”

“Let me wait. Maybe his papa will come soon.”

Zaura turned towards me.

“You want to call?”

I put my phone to that beautiful-eyed girl. A moment later I heard the conversation between father and son.

“He still looks at papa's sick friend. It's already been a trip here.”

I received my phone from his white outstretched hand. Although still SD, her aura of beauty had already radiated. His height almost equaled mine. Although quiet, he is actually friendly and looks independent. Many of the boys here often secretly steal a glance at him. But he was just cute.

A moment later the white pajero stopped right in front of the shophouse. A strong male figure came out towards us. I estimate he's in his forties. Hm..Zaura is so beautiful. The fruit fell not far from the tree. Oops. I immediately took a stand. Stop the mind that is starting to run wild. What the hell am I.

Zaura stood up. Sumringah's face. There was a little protest he threw at the elegant man. He hugged his daughter and apologized. I was stunned to see the father's familiarity with the child.

Then, Zaura said goodbye and kissed my hand respectfully. While her father reached out to greet me. I smiled and put my hand to my chest. Fortunately, he was not offended.

I am in the process of hijrah. Since my husband left. I am starting to follow the studies often. My religious knowledge must be continually upgraded. There are many things I have not known. And true, when we return all to God, the heart becomes calmer in the face of life's problems. I don't know what happened to me. If I don't give it back to God. Maybe I'm crazy.

The man with the black hem that he rolled up to the elbow introduced himself to me.

“I Hilman, papaya Zaura.”

“I Said, Sir.” I gasp.

Her smile is so sweet. Astagfirullah. Maybe I'm starting to lose a little sanity. There is such a handsome creature in front of me. I could have been hit by eye zina. Immediately I lowered my gaze.

“Still Bu Saida, waiting for Zaura. Sorry, I had a business, until late pick him up.”

“It's okay Sir. I answered while trying to calm the heartbeat that began to noise.

Shortly thereafter Zaura and her papa left. I stared at the white car that continued to slide across the streets that were starting to desolate. Uncovered by my eyes. I palpated my chest whose rhythm began to be regular.

After praying I relax in front of the TV with Mom while helping to make cake batter. As usual, I stayed at home. Tomorrow I go back to the hostel.

A message came in on my phone. From Hilman, Zaura's father. I'm jumped. I hurriedly opened the green phone icon application. The same apology expression as this afternoon. It was ordinary but made me smile to myself.

‘Why should I repeat sorry only. What is so important ? Is that just an excuse to send me a message? No, I'm starting to digress. Istigfar Saida, pliss.pliss, my heart whispers.

Mom looked at me with a questionable look. Perhaps he was confused as to why his daughter was smiling to herself. I tell it by telling my students cuteness at school. Even if it looks crisp. So that I don't suspect. Your daughter's getting yawning, ma'am.

Love knows no age. When a person begins to fall in love, his behavior can be like. It turns out that God's test is not only with sadness. Even when a heart without feeling guilty begins to be attracted to someone it is a test. The test of lost love.

That male charm really made me unfocused. My worship, my sleep, teaching me all to be distracted. I was completely bewitched by the look in his eyes.

His smile. I was wrong for not quickly lowering my eyes. Satan is already out cheering with excitement. Into the empty heart space. It turns out that Istigfar many times was not powerful enough to expel his very sweet smile. Uh! How'this?

Hadeuh, what am I? Time has shown ten o'clock late. Eyes are not closed. Still smiling to myself. Completely lost his sanity. I took my pen and diary. Confused to write what.when the heart is happy here are many ideas scattered. ‘when love greets, men in black shirts, or what yes. Fix me like a crazy person.

Plenty of confessors dancing. All my wild imagination was pouring in there. Smiling to himself. Satan has really possessed me.

I woke up bad luck. My body at 05:15. I rush to the bathroom to get ablution. My mom was busy in the kitchen. Breakfast is over on the table. It's a shame to wake up at this hour.

I remember an ustadz talk on youtube. Forget what his name is. A person who misfortunes morning prayers can be caused by his sins. Oh, God is ashamed.

Mom didn't wake me. Maybe you think I'm exhausted. I must stop all these misleading thoughts. Isn't it clear the law is haram to think of a man who is not a halal partner. Where is my religious knowledge. It is so easy for this heart to get lost. While this self is still bound in marriage though it is not clear.

***

In the afternoon I went to the bookstore with my best friend Widya. He is also a teacher who teaches at a State Junior High School. Unlike me who is still GTT, Widya who is a scholar of education is already PNS status. He already has a fiancee, plans for next year to get married. Her husband is also a teacher.

The atmosphere of the bookstore located in the western Surabaya area looks quiet. Widya and I went straight to the second floor. My eyes are on the religious bookshelf. While Widya is busy looking for textbooks. After several times of picking up the book and reading the back of it, I put one book in the basket. Then I turned to fiction books. I used to love reading religious novels. Habiburrahman El shiraz is one of my favorite authors.

“Assalamu alacum, Bu Saida.”

A voice surprised me. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, I jumped to see the owner of the voice. Mr. Hilman, I scream in my heart.

“Waalaikum greetings. Um..Where is the aura sir? ”

I hurriedly asked Zaura not to look salting.

“That!” his hands pointed in a direction. I saw a beautiful girl with unraveling hair being among the rows of bookshelves.

“Like to read novels, yes?”

“That's Sir. I like to read the light-light.”

“Means the same donk. I also like his novel Habiburrahman.” Hilman said as soon as he saw the novel I was holding.

“Ohya. Rarely do men like to read fiction.”

“Means I am among the rare ones huh. Hmm oya? Meaning we have a lot in common then.”

“Pah.” Zaura's voice suddenly stopped our chatter. Hilman and I turned to the pink girl.

“Eh, Mother.” Sweep it while smiling at me.

“Salim donk same bu guru.” Hilman said to his daughter. I extend my hand. He kissed with reverence.

“Hai, Zaura. Find what book?” he showed me some books in his hand. We're going stale for a second. I asked about the lessons at school. Zaura replied with a polite but firm manner as well as a funny typical children. I didn't see Zaura's mother. But I don't want to ask. Not long after, Widya approached me. Then I immediately say goodbye to Zaura and her papa.

While going down the stairs, Widya elbowed my arm.

“Heh, handsome yes! Who the hell?”

“Ihh basic want to know! Walmur, Wid.”

“Ohh..That's his daughter huh?”

“Yes. That's.”

“Sama-sama nice to see ya.” Widya Desah.

“I.stigfar…. Do you still want to buy again?” my many. “If I had.”

“I want to ATK briefly yes.” Widya.

“Okey. Then I go straight to the cashier first.”

I was hanging out at the cashier. It turned out that Himan was behind me. When making a payment at the cashier, he asked the clerk to count mine. I refused subtly, but he kept forcing. The officers watched us with smiles. I finally relented rather than argue and become a spectacle officer.

“Still a lot huh, Sir!”

Hilman and Zaura left the store. I'm still waiting for Widya. Before heading to the exit Hilman's steps came to a halt and turned around. We accidentally met for a few seconds. I nodded as I quickly circulated the look of looking for Widya. I don't know what the superpower is looking for. Fifteen minutes have passed. He still looks at some accessories.

***

Every day my bimbel is getting crowded. The students keep growing. I never promoted. According to most guardians my bimbel students are cheaper and the teacher is patient and painstaking. I am grateful to be able to contribute to the nation's children. Although still a little. In managing this business I principled not solely because of money, but I want this to be my farm in the future. Even for children who cannot afford it, I free tutoring fees, the important thing is that they have a passion for learning.

***

“Bu, Zaura's papa called, Zauranya permission can not les first.” report Risma.

Hearing Zaura's papa being called, my heart immediately ignited.

“Ohya, why?”

“Zaura fell out of the bike, he said.”

“Fall? How's it going?”

“That's it. Keep on hanging up,” replied Risma.

I don't know why I started worrying about that little girl. Tumben Hilman didn't tell me right away. Isn't that nice? Do I need to contact her to confirm her condition? Is that not excessive? I don't think so, because I'm his teacher. My mind starts the pros and cons. I finally decided to call. Her father had already paid for my book. It's not ethical if I'm a bitch. It feels like I have no empathy.

I opened the handpone. My hape is dead. I forgot to check. At school it was lowbat. Immediately I charged the cape, as I was sure many important messages were coming in.

My guess is correct, there were several missed calls from Hilman. I can't wait to open the green phone icon. A rather long message from Hilman.

Here's the message,” Assalamualaikum wr. Wb Ma'am, Saida. Sorry to interrupt mom's time. I want to tell you that for the next few days Zaura has not been able to teach because she fell off the bike during training. There were some abrasions and his legs were twisted. Probably sprained because of the position of his legs hit by a bicycle. Zaura is my only daughter. Ever since his mother died a year ago from kidney failure, Zaura has been my source of strength. Reasons I should stay excited. If he hurts, I feel sicker too. There is nothing more meaningful than my life than Zaura. Right now I am facing a dilemma. Tomorrow there is a meeting with Jakarta guests at the office. It was scheduled well in advance. I've tried to give understanding to the company owners, but they hope I can come along because it's only an hour. While leaving Zaura alone at home it felt impossible. It just so happened that the housekeeper was also allowed three days because her husband was sick. Sorry, Mom told me so long. Pray for Zaura to be healthy. Wassalamu aleikum wr. wb (Hilman)

I was stunned for a moment to read Hilman's message. There is an implied request. After some consideration, I replied to the message.

“Waalaikum greetings wr.wb. Sorry sir, I just reply because hape was lowbat. I followed the condition of Zaura. May Zaura be as healthy as ever. Regarding the problems you face, I will accompany Zaura tomorrow, while the father completes business in the office. Please share your home address. I'll be there tomorrow morning.

As soon as my message. This heart is actually a lame. There's a fear that I'm getting too close to Hilman. Afraid that I can't control myself. But there's no way I'm not trying to help her. While he has been venting at length. Where's empathiku.

At 06:30 I arrived at the address Hilman wrote. I parked the black Vario motorcycle in front of the brown house. The fence is higher than my body. Not how far away it really is.

“Assalamu aleikum.”

A man in a black suit immediately opened the gate. I was so pangling to see his appearance. Although only a glance I glanced. Oh, God, that's so cool, I swish in my heart.

“Waalaikum greetings. Come on in, Mom! Monggo...!” hilman.

I followed his steps. Big house. The cold air from the AC immediately greeted me. Really comfortable. Hilman invited me to sit in the living room which was quite spacious and decorated with family paintings and some calligraphy. Hilman left me alone. My eyes were fixed on the 60 x 100 cm painting that was plastered in front of me. There was Zaura, papa and her mother. It looks like an old photo, because Zaura is still around five years old. Her mother is very beautiful. Similar to Zaura at this time.

“Please Bu. There is nothing.”

I stammered with Hilman's sudden arrival.

“Not bother, sir! Can I see Zaura?”

“Of course. Please, Mom! Zaura has been waiting from earlier.”

I followed Himan behind to Zaura's room. The girl lay weakly in bed.

“How are you, Za?” Zaura answered my question while grimacing in pain. I stroked his swollen leg.

“Sick?” he nodded slowly.

“You've eaten?”

I gave Zaura a packet of food. Beige chicken rice sambal mattah. Not to forget the Nyoklat drinks. Before I came here I bought two boxes of rice. One for Zaura, one for her papa. I used to eat breakfast before I left the house. I already have a school rice shop. So it feels guaranteed mak nyuss. The price is also affordable. Be friendly with the contents of the GTT wallet.

“Sorry Mom, so troublesome gini.” Hilman said that he had just been silent next to his daughter.

“No sir. Please eat. Not breakfast yet, right?”

“Mom really knows.” said Hilman shyly.I smiled while giving rice box to him.

“Mother bribe yes Za!” his right hand was injured. So it must be a bit difficult if you want to scoop food.

I'm glad to see Zaura eating voraciously. “Still Mom, sorry to bother.” The little girl said softly.

“What the hell. If there is nothing to spare, contact mom yes.” My reply.

Fifteen minutes later, Hilman left for work. Many times he thanked me until I got tired of answering him. He said the hour of twenty-thirty minutes was trying to get home. The meeting was held at Nine. The trip to the office is approximately thirty minutes.

Zaura told me a lot of things. About the figure of his mother who is extraordinary means to him. This time I decided to be a good listener. I clearly feel that she misses the figure of a mother.

Hilman told me to come home late because his guests took him around to see the condition of the factory. He also apologized many times.

Adzan dhuhur just reverberated. I invited Zaura to pray. After that, I took him to rest in his room.

The sound of the car going into the garage.

“That must be papa.”

Not long after.

“Assalamu…

“Waalaikum greetings,” sahutku and Zaura bebarengan.

Papa Zaura appeared in front of the room door. Smile and nod at me. Then kiss Zaura's forehead. Asked his daughter's condition.

“Sorry to Mom. Really I've been troublesome.”

“Already Sir is okay. Today I am empty not teaching. At most later in the afternoon to the place of tutoring,” I said.

“This papa bring Za's favorite food. Let's Ma'am eat together.”

Hilman looked at me. Iris we meet. And again I looked down. Afraid to see his gaze that could tear down the faith.

“I just go home Sir.”

“Why should hurry,” prevent it.

“Not good if I linger here. There was already a Father guarding Zaura. Let me pamit.” I said while packing the bag and putting my hape into it.

“This is Yes Bu!” Hilman thrust out a parcel.

“Sorry there is no need for this Sir. I beg you not to get used to.”

“Let me repay Mother.”'s kindness Her request. I received the parcel, though heavily.

“Bu, tomorrow come again huh?” pinta Zaura's.

I was silent for a moment.

“So I promised you.” Zaura.

“Insyaallah.” My answer.

“Appointment?”

Zaura was like forcing me to obey her wishes.

“Iya, God willing,” my firm again.

Hilman led me to the front of the fence. Take my bike out of the garage. Surrender me.

“Be careful on the road yes, Mom!” I replied with a smile and a nod. His eyes were so shady. My heart is kicking incoherently. Many times I say istigfar…

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