Love of Muhallil

Rinai rain with you

"who are you going home with?" Ask Angel to Haya.

"Half brother. I'll bring my own car, "Haya put a cell phone in her sling bag.

"I went home first, huh?" Angel kissed Haya's right and left cheeks as she passed.

"Be careful on the road, sister," Angel turned her head with a smile as she brandished her thumbs without stopping her footsteps.

Haya walked down the aisle with some colleagues who had not yet returned home. All the way out of the building Haya just silent.

"Germis__" said Haya glanced out as she looked outside at the drizzle.

"Whether confused, will ride a car will not rain too right!" Haya patted her own jidat.

Entering the parking area, Haya directly into the car.

"What the hell is this song!" Haya turned off the sound track in his own play. Haya is completely distracted by a self-created mind. Whether it should be until when Haya lives like this, Haya really misses Attar's smile, Attar's laughter and the warmth given by Niko, the selfish man Haya always misses.

"That's Ahmad Faiz. What's on the side of the road? oh the bike broke down." Haya still continues to drive his car without caring and do not want to know the state of Ahmad Faiz.

Haya is used to the attitude of not being too close to men except her own husband. Probably because they are often suspected.

"Eitz wait a minute, if I'm being indifferent to her, how is it possible to get her heart?" Haya pulled back the car and stopped next to Ahmad Faiz who was trying to start a duck motorbike.

"Hey, what's up? is your motor broken?" Haya carried an umbrella as she got out of the car, and approached Ahmad Faiz.

"Yes. Looks like spark plugs died from rain."

"Had to test a dead spark plugs, should his keceplung in the river is also nothing.remember his name duck motorcycle brand**a, ducks can live on land, can live on land, at times it can too." seduced Haya.

"What a hell, it's not funny! His name is also an old motorcycle, have asked for retirement!" Ahmad Faiz is still trying to power his motor.

"Well, then come with me?" Tawar Haya's.

"Ah no, thank you. If I go back with you, what's my bike?"

"That's it__, come with me, don't worry!" Haya dragged Ahmad Faiz's hand and put him in the car.

"Haya, later if my bike is lost how?" Press Ahmad Faiz scared.

"Can buy another good Ahmad Faiz. In many motorbike dealers, you just choose what brand? The motor has gone blind too, right?"

"It's not that easy as beautiful Mba Haya. We have to look after and be grateful for what we have. Buying a motorcycle is not the same as buying a pack of crackers," replied Ahmad Faiz did not like Haya's proposal.

"Let me buy it!" Tawar Haya sok Rich's.

Degs..

"What___! why do you want to buy me a new bike, if my bike is missing? Ah already is. I just walk while pushing my bike. Don't forget something, what we have should be grateful for and taken care of not in such a trivial."

"Iya___iya___ Sorry." said Haya while perceiving every sentence that Ahmad Faiz said.

"Here I go, I just want to push my bike to find a workshop."

Haya held Ahmad Faiz's hand.

"I said no, yes no!" Ahmad Faiz turned his head towards Haya and frowned.

"Okay, I'll call the nearest repair shop to bring and fix what's broken on your bike?" Seru Haya's.

"No need to mba Haya. I don't want to trouble anyone else. I'm not used to depending on other people, I don't want to have debt."

"I don't feel bothered."

"I don't feel good Mba Haya. We just know and you want to be kind to buy me all the motorcycles. I don't want to, by the way mba Haya so Rich huh?" Ledek Ahmad Faiz's.

"Hey___Wait!" Haya called Ahmad Faiz who got down from the car and pushed his motorcycle which was still on strike.

"How stubborn is that Ahmad Faiz, how could I possibly get him? god, it is heavy!" Haya snorted sebal.

Haya got out of the car carrying a sling bag and umbrella, following Ahmad Faiz who was still struggling to push the motor.

"Why come down and follow me? You better just get in the car. The air is cold and the weather is not good, you will get sick." Ahmad Faiz stopped his steps and looked at Haya who was following him.

"Whatever! you just don't want to ride in my car. Yes, I gave up. I'll keep walking after you."

"Well, what if you get sick?"

"Whatever! who cares."

"Oh up too!" Ahmad Faiz half ran with still pushing. Haya came running behind Ahmad Faiz until his breathing was dull.

"Basar men are less cool" said Haya while running using High hells.

Haya took off her high heels and carried them with her left hand, still with the same steps, wide and fast steps.

The rain is increasingly pouring that was just a drizzle is now turned into large grains and quite sick if it hits the face.

"That's the workshop___" exclaimed Haya pointing at the workshop that was almost closed.

Ahmad Faiz ran to stop a workshop guard who was going to close his workshop.

"Pak___ Wait!" Ahmad Faiz stopped his steps.

"Why mas? what's the same with the motor?"

"Borrupted sir. In the starter does not want to live, maybe the spark plug is dead or there is an engine that enters the water" replied Ahmad Faiz unsure.

"Walah but the workshop is closed, please find another workshop huh?"

"Sir please. My house is still far away, where the rainy conditions are again," Haya approached. Although using an umbrella but still wet clothes.

"My wife is sick again, and I have to take care of her, sorry, mas?"

"Yes, then we can take the bike, right sir? I'll take it tomorrow. Weight if you have to push, not necessarily also in front there is still a workshop that is open."

"By mas, can. Let's get it in, push it in here?"

The owner of the petrified workshop Ahmad Faiz drove the motor into the shophouse.

"Thank you, many sir?"

"Yes alike. Is not as good as you guys take shelter first mas. Pitying his wife seemed to be cold," the workshop owner pointed at Haya who was already shivering.

"Yes sir, thank you," Ahmad Faiz did not refuse the help of the workshop owner's offer because he went to the toilet as well.

"It's okay, if you want to take shelter. Come with me, behind the shophouse is my house, pity his wife mas later sick!"

"But, sir?"

"Come, do not hesitate," the owner of the workshop pulled Ahmad Faiz's arm to the back of the shophouse which turned out to be a small bamboo house .

"Please sit down, I'm sorry your house is so rundown?" Said the owner of the workshop.

"Don't do it sir. We were so grateful to be given a ride to shelter, let alone me go to the toilet."

"Who sir?" A pale Mother came out of the room and greeted Ahmad Faiz and Haya.

"Where are you from? and where are you going?" Ask the mother slowly.

"We're coming home from work, ma'am. And wanted to go home, but the bike broke down. It's raining too!" reply Ahmad Faiz so polite his words.

"In his tea, mumpung still warm?" the workshop father gave a teapot full of tea with his glass.

"Thank you very much sir. Sorry troublesome?"

"Don't say that, it's not troublesome at all."

"Loh, the mother's body is still hot like this," the workshop owner held the wife's hand that looked pale because of the fever.

"Mother rest first huh? sorry can not accompany you to chat." said the mother of the workshop owner.

"Yes ma'am, it's okay. Sorry we interrupted mom's break?"

"Don't say that. The guest had to start, but I was so dizzy, sorry mom stayed in the room to rest?"

"Yes ma'am, I hope you get well soon."

The owner of the workshop took his wife into the room. After that Haya rubbed her arm that was getting cold.

"Mba Haya, cold?"

Haya nodded, assuring.

"Drink tea first, I'll take a taxi home online huh?"

"Thank you" said Haya to receive the glass containing tea that Ahmad Faiz offered.

"Mba, what area do you live in?"

"Don't call me dong mba. Just call me a name, like I'm so old!"

"What is your age, eh I mean how old are you?"

"You think?"

"If you look at a glance the kayak is still seventeen years old. At first glance yes, not seen for a long time."

Haya murmured, too honest what was too annoying .

"What age are you?" Ahmad Faiz rubbed his own arm, wet shirt and felt increasingly cold.

"Twenty-five years" answered Haya.

"Bear old me dong!" Ahmad Faiz chuckled.

"Well, how old are you?" Haya kepo's.

"Thirty years, it's May."

"Simply, it's been like my fathers," said Haya.

"Yes, you said. If my late wife was alive, would I be a father by now?"

"So you've been married?" Haya was curious.

"Oh oh yeah get used to call me Mas ya, I'm old. And I, will call you dik, because you're like my sister, "it's too weird for Haya.

"Whatever, I'll just come along. Not used to it, anyway!"

"Hobby once, use whatever sentence?" Ahmad Faiz smiled.

"Mas Ahmad Faiz, can I say something similar, ma'am?" pinta Haya's.

"Can dik. But just call it Zein mas yes, not Ahmad Faiz, too long as it is, right?"

"CRC... Yes, yes Faiz."

"What do you want to ask, brother?"

"Mas Faiz, Eh___ there is no desire in the heart of Faiz, to get married again?" Haya looked down embarrassed, it was like polishing her own face using animal feces when she said so.

"How low, my self-esteem as a woman" Haya felt pain and shame.

"Why say that?"

Haya rushed, wanting to say help me, but there was no way Ahmad Faiz would help him.

"I still love my late wife, Khadijah. But I must not drag on in sorrow and grief. For even God does not like the man who loves man too much."

Haya looked into the eyes of Ahmad Faiz who said so sincerely.

"to find a replacement doesn't seem to be. Because until whenever my Khadija, no one will be able to replace her!" reply Ahmad Faiz.

Haya swallowed her coarse Saliva, as if feeling ashamed to the extent of the crown. The man who will be in his trap is not a jerk but a good man, maybe Haya can do it.

"However, I don't dodge that one day, there will be a woman who will fill my heart again. More precisely not to replace, but there is a place for each. Allah turns back the heart of every servant, sis."

Haya was still silent, Haya's mind focused on one thing. An impossibility if Haya would ask Ahmad Faiz to be her Muhallil husband, surely Ahmad Faiz would reject him outright.

But to whom else, Haya will ask for help, and rely on hope?

"With Haya herself how, is she married?"

"I______ Hem."

Haya could not say anything, Tears suddenly fell just like that. Haya quickly wiped her rough tears.

"Cock is sad. I'm sorry if my question makes you sad?"

"It's okay, ma'am."

"It looks like outside the rain's gone, let's go home?" Invite Ahmad Faiz to Haya who is still silent.

Haya nodded in agreement.

Ahmad Zein and Haya also say goodbye, to the father of the workshop owner, who has given a place and space to shelter.

They also gave thanks, to the father of the workshop owner.