Love Istiqomah

Part 6's. Those eyes

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When the hour of rest arrived Zaura actually gave an answer to Arifa and Dhiba about their question yesterday. Like yesterday they were chatting while enjoying their own food.

"Now I know Arifa, Dhiba, why Mother put me in this veil." Said Zaura while holding her white veil.

"What did your Mother Zaura say?" Tanya Arifa was curious.

"Yes Zaura, what did your mother say?" Dhiba continued no less curious with Arifa.

"Mother I said he said Allah told the Muslim woman to cover her body with a long veil because the body is aurat, so it must be closed, so it must be closed, Mother I also said God told us to close the aurat goal is one of them for the health of our bodies, if we close the aurat, pollution, germs, and so on, the virus and its friends will not touch our skin because our bodies are covered with long clothes and veils, God loves us so God tells us to veil so that our bodies are protected."

"Oh.like that." Arifa and Dhiba are both ria. Now they had gotten an answer to their statement yesterday to Zaura about the veil that Zaura was wearing.

"Yes like that, and Mother said children like us have not been told to close the aurat with God, but Mother said if we take the aurat from a small later if it is big will get used to it, but Mother said if we are aurat from a small later when it is big will get used to it, so I was told to wear a veil with Mommy so that later if it's grown up so used to like Mommy." Zaura again explained almost the same as her Mother's explanation yesterday when explaining to her.

"Oh like that Zaura." For the second time Arifa and Dhiba are both ria. They now understood very well the long explanation from Zaura.

"Then I want to wear a veil too, so that my skin is protected and healthy." Dhiba said on the sidelines of his chat with Zaura and Arifa.

"Yes I also want to wear a veil and I want to invite Mama to wear a veil as well, I don't want later Mama's skin hurt because of pollution, germs, viruses and friends." Arifa also wants to wear a veil like Zaura even after hearing Zaura's explanation she also wants to invite Mama to wear a veil as well so that her skin and body avoid pollution, germs, viruses and so forth.

Zaura smiled widely. "Alhamdulillah, I'm glad to hear it." Zaura was grateful that Arifa and Dhiba wanted to wear a veil just like her.

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Like yesterday after returning from school Zaura will accompany Filzah to the store but Filzah has brought a change of clothes for Zaura so that Zaura can freely move in the store. Unlike yesterday when Zaura was still wearing her uniform she was not free to move because she was afraid of getting dirty.

Now Filzah is busy lifting dirty dishes and glasses on the desks of his former customers who have left. Zaura who was just sitting relaxed immediately approached her mother. While Hilyah was guarding the cashier because of her son-in-law, Selin had not been seen in their tavern.

"Mother..."

"Eh Zaura, what's wrong, dear?." Tanya Filzah stopped her work for a moment.

"Mother, Zaura can help Mother work yes, Zaura is bored just silence from earlier, may ya Mommy."

"But Zaura want to help what darling?, Mother's job is heavy, don't ya."

Zaura was disappointed that she was not allowed to help her mother. Zaura unintentionally turned towards one of the servants who was wiping the dirty table of the former seated customers. Zaura got the idea.

"Mother, Zaura can really wipe the table like that Mama." Zaura pointed towards the servant earlier. Automatically Filzah turned his head in the direction indicated by the index finger of the princess.

Filzah. He's still thinking. But there was no harm if Zaura did such an easy job. And if you think about the age of Zaura who has stepped on seven years it is time to be taught about cleanliness and independence.

"Yes Zaura can wipe the table."

"Horry." Zaura's happy not to play.

"But.., Zaura must be careful yes, wiping it must also be clean huh."

"Ready Mother." Zaura put her hand on the end of her temple. Respect to the Mother.

Filzah chuckled and could only shake his head. "It's the cloth, dear." Filzah gave his washcloth to Zaura. Then he started leaving Zaura.

At the cashier's place Hilyah accidentally saw Zaura wiping the table. He immediately rushed to her.

"What is Lho Zaura doing?" Ask Hilyah to be confused.

"Eh Oma, Zaura is wiping the Oma's desk." Zaura replied innocently.

"Yes Oma knows, but what does Oma Zaura mean for wiping the table?" Hilyah asked Zaura again.

"To help Mother."

"Huh?, to help Mommy?, but Nak, Zaura is still a child, Zaura does not need to help Mommy, Zaura just sit there." Hilyah told Zaura to return to her seat.

Zaura shook her head slowly. His face was lethargic for a moment. "But Oma, Zaura was tired of sitting around all that time."

While Hilyah and Zaura were chatting, suddenly came a tall, tan-skinned man with a distinctive Indonesian look and his firm jaw was entering the store with a swift pace. His clothes neatly signify that he is an office employee.

"Mama."

The man was now standing beside Hilyah. He even called Hilyah Mama.

Slowly Hilyah looked. His eyes were rounded when he saw the figure of a man who was about 28 years old smiling towards him. And right in front of him.

"Azlan's."

"Azlan you're home, son." Hilyah said with twinkle of happiness.

The man named Azlan immediately embraced Hilyah. Treating his longing because it's been a week not met.

"Yes Ma, Azlan has come home, just now, from the airport directly here to meet Mama because Azlan has missed the beautiful woman Azlan this." Azlan bermaja ria to his mother.

It has been a week since Azlan left Jakarta due to work in Kalimantan. But today he has returned to Jakarta and has been able to treat his longing for his mother.

"Oh, you deserve your perfume to smell the sun." Ejek Hilyah joked.

"What time is Ma?" Azlan's reflex immediately inhaled his shirt, which he said smelled of sun perfume. But it was just a joke from her mother.

Azlan turned to look at the little girl who had been watching him. Azlan. His gaze stopped to the bead of the little girl's eyes before him. He's surprised. Totally surprised.

"The eye." Pekik Azlan in heart.

"Who is this child?"

"Wait a minute."

Hilyah left Azlan for a moment. He's headed for his kitchen. Azlan only fell silent while still watching the little girl before him.

Zaura could only remain silent. He doesn't know what to do. Fortunately Hilyah quickly returned so that the awkward atmosphere could be thawed. Hilyah did not return alone unless he was with the woman in her Muslim fashion, Filzah.

"Azlan, Mama just wanted to tell you that in our shop there's a new employee, this is the guy, his name is Filzah, and this little boy is his name, what's his dear?"

"Zorah."

"Zaura is Filzah's son." He then introduced Filzah and Zaura to Azlan.

"And Filzah, this is Azlan my youngest son, he just came home from out of town for his work." Hilyah also introduced Azlan to Filzah. As a form of ordinary introduction. And Filzah must know Azlan because Azlan can be said to be the boss as well.

Slowly Filzah smiled kindly towards Azlan. A sincere smile as a form of introduction. Azlan returned Filzah's smile naturally.

"Then Zaura and I went back, Mom." Filzah felt bad if lingering standing there while his work behind was still piling up.

"Yes son Filzah please." Hilyah allowed Filzah to return with Zaura.

Although Filzah and Zaura were already heading back, Azlan's gaze was still fixed on Zaura who was slowly disappearing from her sight.

"The little boy's eyes are like strangers, I seem to have seen them, but where are they?, and who owns the eyes of the child?" Azlan. He felt familiar with Zaura's eyes that he had accidentally looked at. Azlan, however, lost half his memory. Then Azlan shook his head.

"Azlan why are you? how to even daydream." Hilyah seemed to be able to read the expression of the face of the son who looked dreamy.

"Ah, no Ma, Azlan is not daydreaming, oh yes Ma let's go home, Azlan brought souvenirs for Mama."

"Really?, where's the guy?"

Azlan was confused by the strange question posed by his mother.

"Huh?, you mean Mama?"

"You brought his gift that's a son-in-law for Mama, right?"

Azlan sighed. Her mother is just there. And always discuss the prospective daughter-in-law until Azlan was caught off guard.

"Mama!!!" Azlan's upset.

"Yes-iya sorry Mama joked, yeah let's go home." Hilyah went first. Leaving Azlan who again could only sigh in alarm.

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The car driven by Azlan has arrived in the garage of a magnificent luxury house owned by the Hilyah family. The second floor house was occupied by Hilyah, Azlan, Ergin Hilyah's first child and Selin and his daughter Grizelle.

"It's a gift for Mama."

Just now Hilyah sat himself on the living room sofa he immediately got a heart-shaped red box from the youngest son.

"Is this Azlan?" Hilyah asked while observing the box that was already within his grasp.

"Mama just open it." Azlan told Hilyah to open the box immediately.

Slowly, Hilyah began to open the box. Instantly he was surprised to see the contents inside. A gold bracelet with elegant beautiful carvings.

"Azlan?, this is a very expensive bracelet, are you sure it's for Mama?" Hilyah was very surprised and did not believe that the youngest son gave him gifts. A gold bracelet that costs exorbitant.

Azlan embraced the Mama. Convince the woman who has given birth to him that the gold bracelet was deliberately bought for him.

"Yes my dear Mama, this bracelet is for Mama, thank God Azlan got a bonus from Ma's office, so Azlan used the money from the bonus to buy Mama a bracelet, how do you like it?"

Hilyah shook his head. This time he did not like the gift of his son. There was another reason that caused Hilyah to dislike her even reject her.

"Mom doesn't like this bracelet at all, it's Azlan's overkill, too expensive." Hilyah immediately returned the bracelet and the box to Azlan.

Azlan was surprised. This time, my mother refused his gift. About the reason why the mother did not want to accept the gift this time.

"Lho Ma, why returned?, Mama kok could refuse the gift of his own son, Azlan to buy the expensive bracelet for Mama, but Mama really refused it." Now it was Azlan's turn to be upset with his mother for refusing a gift from him.

"How come Mama did not refuse, this bracelet costs Azlan exorbitant, after all Mama has a lot of jewelry given from you, it's a pity if many will not wear."

"But this time Ma accepted, Azlan begged Ma."

Hilyah remained in his stance. The beautiful woman who was timeless even her hair had not turned white at all shook her head firmly.

"No Azlan Mama won't accept gifts from you anymore, it's enough jewelry that Mama has."

"Yes but what's wrong is Ma adding one more."

Hilyah began to care less with his son's temperament. "Azlan, listen to Mama, than the bracelet does not wear you better save it for your future wife, you should save your money for your future, for your wife and children in the future, don't be squandered like this, this is the last time."

This time it was Azlan who let out a faint breath. Surely the end of the Mama discuss about the prospective wife. It was not that Azlan did not want to immediately let go of his bachelor but he had not found a suitable one in his heart. And there is no harm if Azlan gives his hard-earned money to his mother, the greatest woman in his life.

"Well, if you don't like it, you keep it." Azlan's surrender. Azlan gave up the bracelet completely which was basically given to his mother.

"Then this bracelet will save Mama, and if later you are married Mama will give this bracelet to your wife, you agree right?"

Azlan nodded his head lazily. He was also lazy to chat with his mother who later the chat can spread everywhere, especially in the direction of marriage. For the time being Azlan was very uninterested in discussing that.

"Eh there's Mama, uh there's Azlan my sister-in-law."

Suddenly Selin and his daughter Zaura came out of hiding.

"How's Azlan's out-of-town project?, a success?." Tanya Selin was stale.

Azlan nodded lazily. His face was getting tangled after the arrival of his sister-in-law whose hobby was looking for face and in his brain there was only money, money and money. Sometimes Azlan felt sorry for his brother, Ergin, who was only used as a money machine by Selin whose activities only squandered money.

"Uncle souvenirs for which Grizelle?" Said Grizelle who came directly asking for souvenirs to Azlan.

Azlan could already guess. His sister-in-law had already poisoned his nephew's brain. And taught him to beg from childhood. That's a bad temper. Azlan smelled the temperament.

"Nothing!" Answer Azlan ketus.

"Ma, Azlan to the room first yes want a break, tired, oh yes Mama keep the bracelet well, if necessary the closet lock Mama use chain." Azlan said as he occasionally turned towards Selin. As if afraid Selin would take the bracelet.

Selin clucked in annoyance. Maybe if Azlan was not his sister-in-law Selin had torn his mouth. As if to accuse him of taking the bracelet in Hilyah's hands.

Now Azlan and Hilyah headed to each other's rooms. Selin's face immediately flushed.

"Azlan was so insolent as a person, if not his status as a sister-in-law had already lost his life!" Omel Selin who was upset with Azlan's temperament that there was no courtesy to him. He is his brother-in-law who should be respected.

"Mommy, Uncle is evil the same Grizelle, Grizelle is just asking for souvenirs, Uncle answered even ketus." The fruit will not fall far from the tree. That's the exact feeling for Selin and Grizelle. Mother and son are not much different. It can be said that Selin's vices are down to Grizelle, his only daughter.

"Already Grizelle do not have to think about your Uncle who does not know himself, later if Daddy returns Grizelle ask anything with Daddy, Daddy must obey all the wishes of Grizelle."

"Okay Mommy, yes, I'll have to buy you a new toy with Daddy." Grizelle with a face.

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