Love Istiqomah

Part 8's. Good Om

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Filzah and Zaura simultaneously entered the store. Not to forget the two also said their greetings when they met Hilyah when he arrived at the store.

"Wa 'alaikumus salaam." Hilyah answered the greetings of Filzah and Zaura with a smile clearly imprinted on the face that began to appear lines of wrinkles on his forehead.

"Then I say back to work first, ma'am, let's go with Zaura Mother." Filzah immediately resigned to resign to return to work.

"Yes son Filzah, Zaura later if you have changed clothes here again yes, play with Oma."

Zaura nodded obediently. "Yes Oma."

Now Filzah and Zaura are heading back. Filzah returned to deliver food orders and Zaura changed her daily clothes.

"Mom."

Hilyah immediately turned his head towards the source of the voice that was calling out to him. From his voice like a child. And it was true that Grizelle and Selin who were walking behind him were seen entering the tavern and starting to approach Hilyah.

"Eh Grizelle, Oma's granddaughter." Sapa Hilyah with a genuine smile.

"Ma, Selin tipped Grizelle yes, Selin wanted to go first." Selin had just arrived to leave Grizelle, not a stale base first. But Hilyah had memorized very well with his daughter-in-law's temperament on this one.

"Yes Selin, you be careful." Said Hilyah who reminded the son-in-law to be careful on the road.

"Grizelle, Mommy go first, baby, you're here with Oma, if Grizelle needs anything, just tell Oma ya." Selin said goodbye to the princess. And he immediately told the princess if necessary anything directly to talk to Hilyah. It was as if Hilyah was her domestic assistant not as her father-in-law.

"Yes Mommy." Grizelle said as she nodded obediently.

Selin eventually left her husband's family's shop. And Grizelle also began to step towards the empty seat, but Hilyah held her back.

"Grizelle where are you going?"

"You sit Oma, if you stand still tired." Grizelle grumbled in annoyance as the Oma held her back to the empty seat.

"Wait a minute, Oma would like to introduce Grizelle with..."

"Who is Oma?"

Hilyah smiled as the one he was looking for appeared before him. Zaura came out of the back room after she finished changing clothes.

"Grizelle introduces this to Zaura, and Zaura introduces Grizelle to Oma's granddaughter." Hilyah introduced Grizelle to Zaura, and vice versa.

"Hi Grizelle, I'm Zaura." Zaura extended her hand. Reviewing a friendly smile as a form of introduction.

Grizelle smiled cynically. He refused Zaura's hand. "Who is she?." Ask Grizelle ketus.

"Zaura is Aunt Filzah's son."

"Tante Filzah who's Oma?" Grizelle asked again. This time he asked about Filzah, his mother Zaura.

"Tante Filzah's a new employee at our shop Grizelle."

"Oh so Zaura is the servant's son." Grizelle said in a mocking tone.

"Yes, then Grizelle and Zaura play together." Hilyah told his grandson to play with Zaura.

From the look of his face Zaurat looks happy because he is not lonely and bored again in the tavern because from now on he has a new friend, Grizelle his name.

"No way!, Grizelle doesn't want to be friends with the servant's son, not level!, you're all the way there." Grizelle refused to accept Hilyah's invitation to befriend Zaura. Even he mocked Zaura who he said was a servant's son and did not level up if he befriended her.

Hilyah wanted to advise the granddaughter, but Grizelle had already gone to the empty seat. And playing with his gadget.

"Zaura forgive Grizelle yes son, Grizelle didn't mean it that way."

Slowly Zaura nodded. But the look on his sad face could not be hidden.

"Oma, Zaura is going to go back first."

Zaura limply headed for the back room. He looked upset and upset about Grizelle's words to him.

"Grizelle how to say that anyway, it's not okay if Zaura is friends with Grizelle?, is it different Zaura same Grizelle?" Oceh Zaura to herself.

Without Zaura realizing it Filzah began to enter the back room. He was a little surprised to see the princess sitting while babbling.

"Lho Zaura who was here?, wasn't Zaura in front of Oma Hilyah?" Filzah began to sit himself next to the princess.

"Yes Mother, but Zaura is upset, Zaura is upset with Grizelle, Oma Hilyah's granddaughter." Zaura was shaking her lips. He was annoyed to remember Grizelle's words mocking him.

"Absolute Zaura why Grizelle?"

"That's Mother, Grizelle said she didn't want to be friends with Zaura, she said Grizelle wasn't level with Zaura, because Zaura was a servant's son."

Filzah was surprised but as quickly as possible he hid his expression of shock. Filzah showed her sweet smile. He caressed his daughter's head.

"Patient Zaura, Grizelle didn't mean it that way, Zaura just misunderstood." Filzah tried to calm the princess's heart which suddenly boiled because of poor treatment from Grizelle.

"But Mother, Grizelle said that Zaura, Zaura should not be friends with Grizelle, because Zaura is a servant's son, while Grizelle is Oma Hilyah's grandson who owns this shop."

Filzah only responded with a smile. He was quite calm in responding to the story of the princess who was upset because she felt ostracized by Grizelle to bring about her work as a tavern maid and Zaura was given the nickname as a servant child.

"Zaura listen to Mother yes, all of us before God are just as unfortunate as there is no difference between the poor or the rich, all are equal before God, there is only one difference, there is only one difference, our obedience to God, our, so from now on Zaura will not be sad anymore, if Zaura feels differentiated, the most important Zaura obeys Allah, then Allah will love Zaura because Allah will love His servant who obeys Him."

Slowly Zaura began to understand with the explanation given by Filzah. Zaura's face was also not as upset as before. His heart had also begun to cool because the Mother had cooled it by giving a long enough explanation but could be easily understood by Zaura.

"Yes Mother, Zaura has understood and from now on Zaura will not be upset anymore if Grizelle calls Zaura as a servant child, because Zaura and Grizelle in front of God are the same, only what distinguishes who is most obedient to God, like that Mother?"

Filzah nodded while smiling gratefully. "Honey like that, maa shaa Allah the son of the Mother in shea Allah sholihah ya."

"Aamiin Mother." Zaura guaranteed the Mother's words to be a prayer for her.

"Yes Zaura is now ahead again yes, Mommy must go back to work Dear."

"Yes Mother."

Zaura finally came back to the front. Filzah also returned to work. Deliver the order to the waiter after taking it from the kitchen.

"Grizelle's."

As Zaura returned to the front, there was suddenly someone who was calling Grizelle. It was Ergin who started entering the tavern with Azlan walking behind her.

"Daddy." Grizelle went straight to Ergin. His face was over the arrival of the Daddy.

"Daddy's here, where's Daddy's bike."

Azlan rolled his eyes puffed. He was fed up with the temperament of the nephew who was not much different from his mother. Making the brother as a genie bottle that will always grant all his wishes.

"The bike's up ahead, let's go ahead and see your new bike, baby."

"Come on Daddy."

Ergin and Grizelle headed straight to the shop yard where it was said Grizelle's new bike was parked there. Inevitably Azlan also went to the shop yard.

Zaura also headed towards the shop courtyard. He was curious about Grizelle's new bike that had just been bought by his Daddy.

"Horeee Grizelle has a new bike, Daddy let's play in the park, soon Grizelle's friends will come to the park."

Ergin nodded. "Let's go baby, you show off your new bike to your friends." Said Ergin who even taught less good temperament to his son.

Again Azlan could only sigh. He did not expect that the brother had been exposed to the vanity virus of Selin and Grizelle. Now complete already the little family. They both have an unspeakable temperament.

As Azlan was about to enter the store, his steps came to a halt. He accidentally saw the little girl who was standing in the shop yard as well. My eyes were fixed on Grizelle and Ergin who were playing bicycles in the park.

"God willing, Grizelle's new life is very good, and Grizelle's father, who bought her, grateful to be Grizelle, can have a new bike and still have a father who loves Grizelle, while I, who is grateful to be Grizelle, can have a new bike, let alone having a new bike, Daddy is dead, God I envy Grizelle, when I can be like Grizelle." In his mind Zaura blatantly admitted that he was envious of Grizelle. She envies seeing Grizelle happy to have a father who loves her and buy her a new bike.

Azlan scrunched his forehead. He was confused to see the little girl in front of him silent. And his gaze kept on Grizelle and Ergin.

Azlan finally tried to get close to Zaura. She was curious and wanted to know what Zaura was thinking until her eyes unceasingly stared at Grizelle and Ergin.

"Hmmm, what are you doing here?." Ask Azlan as warmly as possible. Honestly, this was the first time he had ever talked to a child. Although Azlan had a nephew but he was in no mood to invite him to chat let alone his nephew like Grizelle. Azlan was always upset.

Zaura finally woke up. He was slightly surprised by the presence of Azlan nearby. "Zaura, Zaura is watching Grizelle with her father, Om." Zaura confesses to Azlan that she is watching Grizelle and Ergin.

"If you may know, why did Zaura pay attention to Grizelle and her father?" Azlan was getting curious. About what made Zaura make Ergin and Grizelle the object of his attention this time.

"Zaura envied seeing Grizelle buy a new bike with her father, Om."

Azlan again scratched his forehead. His curiosity did not disappear but instead grew more and more because of Zaura's answer.

"Why envy?, indeed Zaura has never bought a bicycle with her father Zaura?." Azlan asked in confusion.

Zaura shook her head innocently. Azlan even more confused and curious just made. 

Suddenly, Zaura's eyes glazed over. "Dad Zaura is dead Om." His speech began to sob.

Azlan was immediately surprised. Both of his eyes were perfectly rounded. He did not think that his assumption was wrong and it turned out that the little girl in front of him already did not have a father. It is fitting that since then Zaura continues to pay attention to the togetherness of Ergin and Grizelle. Even had expressed his sense of irritation to the pair of fathers and children.

Pity and pity suddenly lodged in Azlan's mind so that it prompted him to hug Zaura who started crying little by little.

Azlan could only stroke the top of Zaura's head. Calm the little girl who must have missed her father's figure. Azlan knew how Zaura was feeling at this time because Azlan was also an orphan left behind by his father since childhood.

"Zaura must keep the spirit yes, Zaura does not have to cry anymore, it is now Om." Azlan wiped Zaura's tears gently while giving her encouragement.

Slowly Zaura's cries began to subside. He was comforted by warm hugs and congratulations from Azlan. The new one he knew. But Zaura still remembered that Om before her was her son Oma Hilyah who was introduced yesterday by Oma Hilyah himself to her and to her Mother.

"Jazakallah khoiron Om, because Om is already good with Zaura, Om is willing to give Zaura the same spirit."

At first Azlan was confused by the first sentence that was thrown by Zaura. Azlan felt unfamiliar with the sentence even he had never heard before. But with the next sentence Azlan can estimate that Zaura said thanks to him for giving zaura spirit.

"Then Zaura went inside first huh Om, Zaura wants to help Mother work."

Azlan nodded. Allowed Zaura to enter the store and she said she wanted to help her mother work. Honestly Azlan was amazed by Zaura. Although they only knew each other, Azlan looked very close to Zaura, especially Zaura, a good child unlike Grizelle, his own nephew. And maybe also because their fate was almost the same that of an orphan so Azlan felt and pity and pity for Zaura.

"Good pity Zaura, she also felt what I felt first, I can't just be quiet, I have to do something." Azlan paused his intention to enter into his shop. He left by driving his car.

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Zaura is enjoying her activities in helping her mother is wiping the table that has been left by its residents. While Filzah occasionally smiled at the princess while delivering orders to the customer's desk.

"Zorah."

Zaura was surprised that someone called her. Zaura raised her head. A man was smiling at him. That was the man who had given her a warm hug.

"Of." Call Zaura with a big smile.

"Zaura come with Om." Take Azlan without further ado.

"Where are you going, Om?." Zaura asked curiously.

"Om going to show Zaura something, come with Om."

Zaura followed Azlan. Although still with curiosity.

Now Azlan and Zaura were in front of the store precisely in the shop yard. Azlan deliberately stopped his steps right in front of a pink bike that looks new.

"Who's this new bike?." Zaura did not understand.

"This bike has Zaura, now Zaura also has a bike."

Zaura was not happy, she even scrunched her forehead. Expressing his feelings of confusion.

"Have Zaura?, you mean Om?"

Azlan chuckled at the facial expression displayed by Zaura. The little girl still did not understand.

"Zaura, Om deliberately bought this bike for Zaura, Zaura did not have a bike, so from now on Zaura already has a bike, and this bike has Zaura."

Zaura finally began to understand. Happy sparkles began to appear in her beautiful eyes.

"Om serious?, this bike has Zaura?." Ask Zaura to make sure she comes back.

Azlan nodded his head. "Yes Zaura this bike has Zaura, Om bought this bike for Zaura."

"But why did Om buy this bike for Zaura?, Zaura was not who Om was."

Azlan was silent for a moment. He thought of Zaura's words that awakened him. Azlan was also confused himself. He did not know why he had so easily bought a bicycle for Zaura, the little girl he had just met.

"Hmm, Om bought Zaura a new bike because Zaura was a good boy, and Om was also like Zaura, since childhood Om's father also died, so Om was also sad to see Zaura sad, sad, and so that Zaura is not sad anymore so Om bought a new bike for Zaura."

Slowly Zaura was able to accept Azlan's explanation. And his face immediately turned cheerful.

"Alhamdulillah I finally have a bike too, jazakallah khoiron Om."

Azlan scratched his temple which was not itchy but he was confused and did not understand the words thrown by Zaura.

"Yes, now we go to the park, Zaura just play the bike there."

"But Om, Zaura hasn't been able to ride a bike, Zaura is afraid of falling."

Azlan smiled. "Om gonna teach Zaura to ride a bike, let's go to the park."

Without lingering again Azlan directly carrying Zaura's new bicycle also took Zaura's hand to the park.

In the park Azlan actually taught Zaura to learn to ride a bike. At first Zaura was frightened but Azlan managed to calm her down and Zaura started to dare to scratch her bike.

Grizelle who was playing bicycle with her friends in the park accidentally saw the closeness of Azlan and Zaura. He clucked because Omnya was closer to Zaura than he was to her.

"Kok Uncle Azlan was very close to the servant's son, he was upset, and it was a new bicycle must be from Uncle, where maybe the servant's son could buy a new bicycle, and then, just watch out for me to whip Mommy and Daddy, let Uncle be scolded and not be close to the servant's son."

"Grizelle let's play again, let's stop."

Finally Grizelle returned to playing bicycles with her friends and did not care about Azlan and Zaura anymore.

"Zorah."

Filzah arrived at the park with Hilyah. They both looked breathless as they ran towards the park. They look for Zaura who suddenly disappears from the store and turns out to be in the park. And Filzah was surprised that the princess was playing bicycle with Azlan, the son of Hilyah's mother.

"Mother."

Zaura got off the bike. He approached the Mother. Azlan approached Hilyah.

"Zaura really did not say the same Mother if you want to play in the park, Mother is worried about Zaura, Mother is afraid Zaura is missing, she said, next time if Zaura wants to go where the permission used to be yes dear to Mother." Filzah counseled the princess gently so Zaura immediately nodded obediently at her advice.

"Yes Mother, Zaura apologized, Om both invited Zaura to play in the park, oh yes Mother, Om both bought Zaura a new bike and Om was good also taught Zaura to ride sepada."

"Om good jazakallah khoiron yes."

Azlan grimaced. He did not know what to answer because he had forgotten to ask a foreign sentence that he had heard several times from Zaura's mouth.

Filzah's gaze turned towards Azlan. He smiled friendly. "I mean Zaura, thanks to Mr. Azlan for buying a bike and teaching Zaura to ride a bike." Filzah explained the meaning of the princess' speech that Azlan did not understand.

Azlan bero ria. At last he understood the foreign words of Zaura which meant thank you.

"Yes together, I bought Zaura a bike because I felt sorry to see Zaura, she had told me that her father had died and she was jealous to see Grizelle bought a bike with her Daddy, I am also an orphan, My father also died from my childhood, so I feel sorry to see Zaura was sad."

Filzah was amazed at Azlan. It is not wrong if Zaura calls him "Good om". Azlan was good. Very kind. He sincerely helped Zaura.

"Once again I say thank you to Mr. Azlan, thank you for being kind to Zaura, and I also thank Ms. Hilyah who has contributed a lot in my life, you are indeed a good family I am grateful to be able to know and work with you, Mr. Hilyah Mr. Azlan thanks." Filzah said with haru flavor.

Hilyah and Azlan both smiled. Replying to them a sincere thank you from Filzah.

Hilyah also smiled at Azlan who today became the guardian angel for Zaura. The little girl who lost her father figure in her life. Hilyah gave a thumbs up to the son. He was very proud of what he did to Zaura.

"Mama is proud of you, what you did was very right, which is to help orphans like Zaura."

Azlan returned the sincere smile of the Mama. "Azlan only practiced what Mama taught Azlan, Azlan should thank Mama, thank you Ma."

Hilyah smiled back. The smile this time came with a sense of hilarity over the sentence thrown by the youngest son he loved.

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