Love of Muhallil

Why not be honest

"Geek____!" Sapa Meca is so friendly. Although Meca is the former boss of Haya, Meca is still on good terms with Haya.

Haya was silent, her heart was in a dilemma and chaotic, where did Ahmad Faiz go? Why this big thing must be hidden, whether Ahmad Faiz is afraid to hurt Haya's heart. But, if it was like this, Haya even felt very hurt.

What husband did Haya love, start to lie for the sake of false happiness? Honesty is better than being happy over a lie.

It will be a tragic fate, befalling Haya for the second time. She did not want to be a widow a second time. Haya really feels fucked up.

"I'm saying go first?" Haya passed leaving the office area. Leaving behind Meca who was confused by Haya's attitude. Another with Angel who smiled tilted, felt victorious and satisfied with Haya's defeat.

Haya paused for a moment at the security guard post to ask.

Angel added a cynical smile, seeing Haya leave her with a bent face. "essential lakna*, how dare she lie to my sister. Now rasain you, so do not mess with the family Shah." ketus Angel staring at Haya who had gone away, but still can hear the babbling Angel.

Haya did not respond to any of Angel's rants, it was useless and futile. Angel is Angel, he will keep cursing until he feels satisfied.

"Assalamualaikum, sir" said Haya kindly.

The office security also answered Haya's greetings kindly as well.

"sir, do you know one of the office employees here, whose name is Ahmad Faiz?" Ask Haya politely.

"Oh mas Faiz. But, it's been about two weeks, I've never seen her again." Answer a father of security by sowing a smile.

"Do you know, where did he go, or where he works now?" Haya is full Please will answer the security guard.

"No, mba. The last thing I saw was Faiz in this office, coming home at about nine in the morning, with a face that looked gloomy and sad."

Haya frowned feeling sorry for Ahmad Faiz. Haya had guessed, this must have been from Angel. No, personal matters are mixed with work.

"Mas Faiz fired his kayak, mba!" Security sir with doubt.

Oh Allah...

Why didn't Faiz tell me?

So where has Faiz been for these two weeks, why do I always bother him.

It's appropriate for the last two weeks, Faiz always washed clothes, which I thought was just a change of clothes. Because during leaving and going home from work Faiz always looks neat, and I always wash it.

"Oh my God, where are you?" Haya grieves and dilemmas.

"Some of Faiz's office goods are loved by me and the other father," security sir pointed to the other father who was monitoring the situation safely. The other security man smiled and greeted Haya.

"None____," Haya galau dong. What does this father of security mean?

"Mas Faiz was fired without severance, and it was known to all office employees, mba. We no one dared to answer or oppose Ms. Angel, well we can fire too. Though during the work mas Faiz very diligent and polite, good again."

Haya snorted, hoping for her heart to return to neutral. Haya stared at her innate rantang, with a heavy heart Haya carried a bushel towards her place of work.

With a gontai move, Haya headed for her shop-owned shop. Nothing like this should happen to Ahmad Faiz. Haya could feel how disappointed Ahmad Faiz was when fired that day.

"where are you, mas?" Mumbles Haya.

Haya turned to the right, left and sat by the road, under a cool shade tree.

Haya's gaze straight ahead, staring at the nanar side of the road that began to crowded.

"what are you doing, where are you working, why aren't you being honest?" Haya almost cried sobbing if she did not remember the public place.

"Why do I feel sick and sad when I know you're fired. It must be because of me, right, mas. It's because I," Haya ducked deeply, trying to neutralize the stirring taste.

"I brought you in, mas. I ruined your life, I'm sorry, you shouldn't have suffered with me. It's not your fault, but you must taste the bitterness of my evil fruit," Haya really felt guilty.

Sangking felt upset, Haya forgot, that he had a cellphone, and with a cellphone he could have called Ahmad Faiz.

That's panic.

When we panic, we forget the little things around us.

"Mba___!" A little boy, who was selling siomay the other day, Noval.

Haya looked up, and smiled pias. "Noval, you're not in school?" Haya tried to be calm.

"I'm a school mba, do not know, it's already one afternoon" replied Noval sumringah aware of the uniqueness of Haya.

"Are you, Noval?" Haya looked at the watch on her wrist, which was circular on her hand.

"Astagfirullahaladzim, I forgot the time." Haya smiled shyly.

"Come on, come by my house, my house is near here?" noval with full of seriousness.

"Thank you Noval, but for this time I can't, what if next time,"Haya refused subtly.

"Yes, mba?" exclaim Noval hints at a promise.

"Insyallah ya Noval," Haya also parted ways with Noval, with their respective goals.

"Oh Allah, my father and mother must have arrived at the store from earlier," Haya muttered to herself.

Breathing that is still boring, plus the hot air, makes Haya sweat and overheat.

Haya saw Mr. Malik and Ms. Malik, serving offline clothing buyers.of course they can not sell online, they are old, and do not understand internet problems.

"Assynoltom..." Sapa Haya while grinning because it is very late.

Mr. Malik and Ms. Malik answered the greetings in unison.

"so long, son, is there any other business that takes a long time, I'm worried, you know" exclaimed Malik.

Malik certainly does not know, the real thing, even Malik did not know the beginning of the complicated story of Haya and Faiz.

Haya almost shed tears, as hard as Haya's strength to hold her back from falling.

"Solat first, son. Already entered the Dzuhur prayer time?" mr. Malik rubbed Haya's shoulders and told Haya to fulfill the obligations of the four rakaats.

Haya agitated and rushed to the rear, to carry out the four rakaats, in the midst of the turmoil that Haya felt.

"O Allah forgive your servant, a sinful and blameless servant.O Allah do not make a wound for my loved ones. Forgive me, forgive me, help me, O Allah.. "

Hix...

"Yes Allah___ servant has been very guilty of the husband of the servant. He's a very good man, it feels more hurt when I see him trying to make my servant's heart happy when he's the one I love holding the wound."

"Yes Allah .. Give the best for the life of the servant. Protect and love your husband wherever he is" Haya rubbed her wet cheeks.

Fear suddenly slipped.

Sretti...

After the prayer, Haya helped Mr. Malik and Ms. Malik. Haya opened the marketplace application via his online, a lot of incoming orders.

"A lot," complained Haya did not like.

"What's up, son?" Mr. Malik heard Haya's little murmur.

"Well, the order entered this time is a lot, sir." Haya looks unhappy.

"Alhamdulillah dong, meaning good fortune nak Haya, launched the same Gusti Allah. be grateful dong," Mr. Malik tried to make Haya smile.

Half forced, Haya tried to smile.

Crick

Haya wrapped the order via online, really his mind is chaotic.want it feels like Haya soon met with Ahmad Faiz. There are many things that Haya wants to say. Haya wanted to kowtow and apologize, because it had been troublesome all this time.

"Boy____!" Lirih Haya has no power to shed tears. From that moment on, it finally fell as well.

"Yes." Malik rubbed Haya's shoulder, because Malik heard Haya's moans.

"what's up, son?" Ask Ma'am Malik Tidka understood.

Haya turned her head, and pretended to be fine.and then re-wrapped the order of the day.

The clock has changed, and now the clock is five in the afternoon.

Haya stretched the muscles, really tired of whack. I want it to feel like Haya is breaking down to reduce fatigue.

"Mom, let's just go home yuk, this is further tomorrow again. I'm tired" asked Haya to feel very tired and tired.

"Mari__," Malik also agreed to Haya's proposal. Usually Haya will be overtime, until today's oderan, completed today, does not accumulate and mount.

But not with today, Haya felt different from yesterday.

The three of them went home using an online taxi service, in Haya's car was really agitated.

Even Mr. Malik pays the transportation fee. Haya just left immediately, Haya today looks like she usually does. A lot of silence.

Malik followed Haya's footsteps, apparently Haya headed to the clothesline that was still hanging.

Haya hapal is right, which clothes Ahmad Faiz washed himself.

Srek..

Haya sorted out the clothes hanging on the clothesline.

Haya was surprised to see the clothes that there are some traces of cement, even with Ahmad Faiz's color pants that almost torn because the brush is too hard possibility.

What shirt is this, why have I never seen it? Mas Faiz was too neat, washing the night when I slept. Lifted up the afternoon before I got home from the boutique.

Haya ran, towards the terrace waiting for Ahmad Faiz to come home, with clothes in his grasp. There are many things Haya wants to say.

Even Haya thought of nothing more, except the return of Ahmad Faiz. Haya faithfully waited in the house with feelings that could not be explained again.

Minutes change, minutes change hours.

It had been almost three hours, Haya was standing in front of the terrace. When tired of standing Haya sat on a wooden bench, then stood up again, and so on. Ahmad Faiz did not return home. The day has started to get dark.

Tut's..

Call is inactive. From noon, Haya tried to contact Ahmad Faiz but nil. Inactivated.

"Where are you, mas?" Haya was really worried. His hands are*******-*****tip.

"Mba, come in yok? It was like it was raining really.dark, where the wind was strong," Nahla holding Haya's hand invited Haya inside.

"But, Nahla____, Mas Faiz has not yet returned," replied Haya reluctantly to move from her seat.

"We just wait inside, mba. Mba hasn't eaten yet, eat yuk?" Take Nahla with attention. Because from returning home from the flower shop, Nahla saw Haya sitting on the porch restlessly.

Haya shakes unwillingly. But, Nahla continued to persuade because the wind was already blowing hard.

Nahla took Haya to sit on the edge of the corner bed. The place where they used to rest.

"i'll get you something to eat, mba?" Nahla Barar

Haya shakes unwillingly.

Nahla was silent and looked at the anxious look on Haya's face so big. Nahla could not deny, that she was so anxious. Why is it this night that Ahmad Faiz does not come home.

Ms. Malik, peeking back and forth from behind the window.

"Why not go home yet, it's night, where on the phone can no longer, outside even rain," Ms. Malik was so worried about the state of Ahamd Faiz. His old face looked so anxious.

Haya looked down inside. Holding up a chest, trying to think well. Hopefully Ahmad Faiz is okay.

Note:

Sorry for the readers love the Muhallil because I rarely up. not do not want to go up, because in my village is often dead lights. So the signal went missing somewhere?

Don't get tired of waiting for each chapter. Thank you for reading my work, keep the spirit of fasting...