Love Zainab

Disreputation

Zainab threw her eyes out. He was still trying to calm his heartbeat, as if he wanted to escape from it. Running loose. He squeezed his fingers, controlling his heart.

There was no conversation between Joseph and Zainab. They are still silencing, or sentences just making small talk. Joseph continued to be a missionary. Fear if the devil keeps trying to seduce him. Maybe he was able to hold his gaze, but the name of the heart always tells the truth about his feelings. Hypocrite Him?

They are human, just like everyone else. Have the power to be interested and reap love. But they know how to put love. Not in the wrong way.

Joseph's cell phone rang, breaking the silence between the two of them. Joseph took the cell phone in his pocket. "Hallo, Assalamualaikum Ma'am." Joseph was still trying to focus on his wheel.

"What time are you coming back, Suf?." The voice over there sounded very worried.

"Yusuf is on his way, ma'am." He said tell.

"Yes, be careful on the road. Do not speed, outside is still raining heavily. Assalamualaikum." Close it.

"Yes Mom. Walaikumsalam." The call was terminated.

Zainab's heart suddenly felt homesick, during her life she never knew what it was like to have a mother. Hearing Joseph who was worried by his mother, made him feel envious. During this time only Dad filled his days, Father's affection was never lacking he got. Even over protective.

"Surely you feel happy, still have a mother. I'm really jealous of you." Zainab opened her voice. Ehh wait, what's the call from you so you? What is it?

"Alhamdulillah, but I have also lost a Father." Joseph spoke without changing his eyes. He looked ahead, focused on driving. Glancing at Zainab was the same as being ready to receive an arrow that was always on target hitting her heart.

"You're lucky." Zainab looked at Joseph. A clean white face with a neatly shaved beard, making him even more handsome. Zainab smiled, but unfortunately Joseph always caught Zainab watching him.

"It's been 2 times, Ms. Zai was caught watching me." Joseph found the two eyes filled with a shaming hue.

Zainab bit the bottom of her lips. He scolded himself. Why so frivolous, it'll pierce once. It felt like he was eager to take off his face, and put it in a bag. To not be seen again.

Joseph knew that Zainab was ashamed of it. Then he tried to distract her. "We are both lucky to still have parents, even though one of them has already gone back to God. Neither Mom nor Dad, they love their kids. Although their way of giving love is different."

"You're right. My father is overprotective, he just doesn't want me to feel unhappy. But still, I miss my mom." Zainab's eyes turned soft.

"Tomorrow if you're married, there's a mother-in-law. Think of it as your mother."

Zainab frowned. "Yes, hopefully. Then his smile expands.

"Why aren't you married?" Finally the question came out of Zainab's mouth. Actually he was also curious, because he had been chatting since earlier. It might not hurt to ask her that. There might be a big chance for him, hopefully.

"God hasn't met my soul mate. How's Bu Zai himself? " Joseph also wanted to break down his curiosity.

"Just call Zainab, we're not at school." Her request. "I am also waiting for who will be my life partner. Dad already asked me to get married soon, but it's hard enough to find who that person is." His complaint.

Joseph silently smiled faintly, barely noticeable. Yet he again had to bury in the desire to possess Zainab. It must be the lucky guy who got it.

"I pray that Ma'am.., ehhh means you will soon be met with his soul mate." Joseph still changed his nickname.

"Aminn." Zainab. I hope you will be my priest. Allah grant this to me. The sign in the heart. "May so be you."

Oh Allah, if he is my soul mate, then be close. I want to make her a wife, I want to live life with her. But, could it be that? I have nothing, and he is the month I want to reach. In his prayer there is hope and despair.

***

The rain was still left with its specks. The cold air increasingly pierced the skin, Zainab who had been wrapped in a thick jacket, apparently not able to dispel the cold. As soon as he rubbed his palms together, to gain warmth.

According to the directions given by Zainab, Joseph's car stopped in front of the gate and the gate opened. Large house painted in light green, already visible in front of the eyes. Joseph grew increasingly shriveled to see Zainab's residence like a palace, but he never behaved riya, or boasted of hers.

The door opened, as if it knew who was coming. Come out middle-aged man, with his wife.

Zainab got out of the car, followed by Joseph. "Assalamualaikum, Mbok Cici. Mr. Imran." Zainab kissed the backs of both.

"Moskalamic. Who is this, Non?." Ask Mbok Cici.

Joseph bowed his hands, greeting him. He was about to answer, but Zainab preceded him.

"This is Joseph, we teach in the same school. Uncompleted Zainab introduced Joseph, and Mujayasa appeared to them.

"Dad! Zainab hugged him like a little anka. It always makes Mujayasa smile, for him Zainab is the same as his little princess used to be. Spoiled and chatty.

Mujayasa looked at Yusuf with a slightly dislike face. "Who is he, son?"

"He's Joseph, Dad. He brought Zainab home. It was also because of accident, Uncle asked for it because when Zainab was about to go home using a taxi, but because of heavy rain, Uncle and Auntie felt worried, afraid if something unexpected happened." Zainab explained that her father did not misunderstand.

"He didn't touch or hurt you? Isn't he a man too? Maybe they have bad intentions towards you. So what's the difference with taking a taxi, which is the same as everyone else." Mujayasa placed both of his steps on Zainab's shoulders.

"Dad, Joseph was a good man. There was no way he would do something so low. He's been driving Zainab home safely, you shouldn't be talking like that." Zainab protects Joseph.

"Zainab, I just want to make sure you're okay, son."

The drama between Father and Son became a spectacle for Joseph and the others. Maybe if for Mbok Cici and Mr Imran, it is common often. Discussions, debates between them.

Mujayasa looked at Joseph again and walked up to him. His gaze followed Joseph's appearance. "Young man, don't ever expect to get Zainab, a Mujayasa princess. Look for a woman as poor as you are, and look at your butute car. It's not worth bringing my daughter. He never lived a shortage. Your salary will not be able to give him happiness" Mujayasa's grin was full of ridicule. "I hope you know yourself. And one thing you know, that Zainab will soon be betrothed to the son of my business partner, and we have the same social status. Zainab will never have a hard time living." Mujayasa spoke in as slow a tone as possible so that Zainab and the others could not listen to him.

Mujayasa's words deeply pierced into the recesses of his heart. He felt even more unworthy to reach for the moon. It was like a futile thing. He already knows who he is. No need to get insulted. If only his father's efforts were still standing until now, then he could easily show with whom he was talking.

Joseph felt he had to go home. She did not want to hurt her heart with the insults she would get even more. "Sorry sir, I'm saying goodbye." Yusuf asked himself. He momentarily stared at Zainab His eyes implying a word of apology. Joseph nodded his head and said hello.

"Wait for the young! Mujayasa stopped Joseph's steps down the stairs. Yusuf. "I forgot to say thank you for bringing my daughter safely." His sweet words seemed to hide the insults he had given Joseph.

"Yes sir." His smile expanded covering the pain of his heart.

Joseph immediately entered the car, turned it on and then exited the mansion. By breaking his heart. He had just struggled with the do'a, yet this was already the result he had obtained. If he really wanted Zainab, Mujayasa could know his heart.

The car drove along with another vehicle. Joseph rubbed his tired face. Yeah Robb, don't I deserve him? Do I not know myself want it? Should I stop asking you? If yes, then eliminate this confusion. I really can't afford it. If not, give me a clue on how to fight for it.