Love Zainab

Saturday Cheerful

Adhan shajuh sayup-sayup sounding. Wake up any Muslim who sleeps, to immediately perform the prayer. Zainab woke up, blinked her two eyes that still felt sticky, stretching her body that felt a little sore. Zainab got out of her bed, she headed to the bathroom to fetch some ablution water.

Zainab is feeling better than last night. Just occasionally poop. Maybe it was because he ate too much spicy food. To this day, he can return to school.

After the prayer, Zainab came out of her room. As usual, he went to the kitchen to help Mbok Cici prepare breakfast. Zainab sudab prepared with a light brown batik uniform, patterned mega overcast. Hijab and skirt with matching colors, further beautify the appearance.

"Good morning, Mbok Cici." The broom saw Mbok Cici stirring the chicken soup.

"Good morning too. Well today it doesn't look pretty." Observing his master from top to bottom.

Zainab blushed in praise this early. "So usually Zai isn't pretty, huh, Mbok?." He then bent his face, pretending to sulk.

Mbok Cici, who saw Zainab sulking, immediately corrected his speech. "Ehh, I mean Non Zainab is indeed born beautiful, in such polishes will still be beautiful, just today it looks different from usual."

"So if Zai is polished like a clown, will still be beautiful?."

"And it will be, Clown Clown beautiful Non." Mbok Cici chuckled with his own words.

This time Zainab really sulked. Where there is a beautiful clown, whatever the reason the clown is still ugly, but there may be something funny. Because it's for fun. "Iiihh Mbok Cici, it's outrageous to be so seduced." Zainab folded her hands under her chest.

Mbok Cici stopped his laughter, sulking Zainab growing. Her thought. "Alright, forgive Mbok Cici. Later Non's beautiful face can be moved to Mbok." Mbok Cici joked back.

"Then Mbok Cici Plastic surgery alone." Zainab found a gap to get a wedge.

"Where is money, Non. Plastic surgery costs too much." Mbok Cici acted as if thinking of something.

"Next Zainab will pay. As long as Mbok wants to change Mbok's face so..." The words of Zainab teepotong.

"Mbok wants to be an artist, Non." Choose it. "The famous artist is now, whose name is it? Hadeh Mbok does not remember. If it's not wrong, it's Lun lun."

"Ohh, Mayan Luna?." Guess Zainab.

"Well, that's right. Luna Maya."

The morning conversation was increasingly bouncing in an uncertain direction. Zainab and Mbok Cici have not stopped joking at each other. Until Risa heard their conversation as she went down the stairs.

"Hemm, what time is it Zai? Still want to stay here chatting?" Risa who appeared interjected between them.

Zainab grinned with a row of white teeth. "Yes, my beautiful sister Risa." Zainab pokes Risa's cheek.

Risa rubbed her cheek, as if removing the trace of Zainab's hand with a look of disdain. "Duh ngapain anyway play makeup all. The difference knows."

"Don't do it, Ma'am. His son will look like me. Plugs ketiplek." Zainab laughed happily.

"Amit-amit. Risa stroked her stomach which was already seen bulging. "Don't until then, my son will be infected with the immortal singles again."

"Yes Allah Ma'am, that's a hell of a title. Zainab protest. "Who is immortal. In the space of a month, I will definitely bring my future husband to this house, which I will introduce to Dad." Zainab is proud.

"Times?." Risa felt like she didn't believe it.

"In Amen that's it, Ma'am. Very similar to my own sister-in-law. Even impressed not to believe." Zainab lost her spirit.

"Yes, yeah. Ma'am pray will hopefully be able to mate soon." Risa's tone sounded discordant.

"It's so hard." Zainab protested again.

"In the wrong do'ain, not in any other do'ain. If it wasn't my husband's sister, it wouldn't be his head." Risa was upset.

"Ok's ok. Zainab ended the debate that morning in the kitchen and asked Mbok Cici to prepare his provisions. Zainab rarely eats breakfast at home. She prefers breakfast at school with Sofia.

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After parking his bike, Zainab saw the crowd in the middle of the field. I don't know what's going on there. Zainab was curious, and she approached the crowd. The children sounded excited while jumping up and down. Closer and closer, a hysterical shout mentioned the familiar name Zainab had on her ear.

Sofia was there too. Mr. Agus, Yusuf, Dimas and other teachers. Zainab approached Sofia, perhaps she could scrape the information.

"What's going on here?" Zainab nudged Sofia's arm.

"I was too cool to chat with Mbak Risa and Mbok Cici in the kitchen, to forget that time is already noon." Explain the reason.

"Hm." Sofia said briefly.

"You haven't answered my question?." Zainab is still trying to figure it out.

"Which question, anyway? Sofia cheered towards the middle of the field where there was Joseph, Dimas.

"Choorishh." He is not cared for by Sofia. Zainab intended to step away, her stomach that rang asking for breakfast rations.

"Where are you going, Mom? Pak Agus' question stopped Zainab's footsteps.

Zainab turned to look towards Agus. "I'm going to the teacher's office, sir." The answer is a little smile.

"Here alone, there will soon be a basketball game. Let me see in the middle of the field there is Mr. Joseph and Mr. Dimas. They both took the field to play with the basketball captain at this school." Mr. Agus's pointer led to the field, he was so excited.

"Yes Sir. But I'll have breakfast first." The answer. "Come, sir." His pampit got the nod of the head from the Headmaster.

Zainab has no interest in basketball. Even though Joseph was there. She is not Sofia, who is a supporter. Probably because there was Dimas there. But Zainab was still curious about their meeting last night.

Upon arrival in the teacher's room, Zainab immediately headed to her desk and opened her food supply. He had already imagined a chicken soup made by Mbok Cici, which made him swallow saliva repeatedly.

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After finishing his breakfast and packing in the original place. Zainab preferred to watch alone from a distance, secretly looking for the figure of Joseph in the middle of the field. I don't know how much value he has got in his team. Cheers rang out in the name of Joseph, Dimas and Aldi, the captain of the school basketball.

And Zainab saw not so clearly, Joseph drible when and brought him into the ring. The clamor on the side of the field grew louder. Zainab also clapped and her smile expanded, even from a distance. He admitted that Joseph was good at the sport. But without him knowing, Mr. Karim noticed his behavior since then. He seemed to understand what was happening with the girl.

"Eh." Mr. Karim cleared his throat.

Zainab was impressed and saw Mr. Karim was already beside her. Zainab looked clumsy, she was afraid that Mr. Karim would find out what he had done in that place. "Oohh Mr. Karim. What are you doing here, sir? Actually, that's the wrong question to ask.

"What are you doing here?." Instead of being answered, Mr. Karim asked back.

"Sa-I'm looking at a basketball game, sir." Zainab answered a little.

"Then the same, I was looking at them. Because here if I smile myself no one knows." Mr. Karim started joking.

Zainab who felt herself caught, laughed grinningly. She felt ashamed. Zainab was confused as to what word to dispel her embarrassment. "Do you like to smile yourself?." Zainab tried to attack Mr. Karim.

"Yes, what else if I'm falling for someone. I like to smile at myself, like crazy. But it was a time when my wife was smitten."

Mr. Karim's words seemed to quip Zainab. Yes, he fell in love with Joseph. But it is too difficult to admit to others, other than those closest to him. Recognizing it in front of Mr. Karim is impossible for him to do. Zainab did not care about that, although in the end she and Joseph were united. Then everyone will know. Without having to be covered.

"Really, Sir. Surely you are very happy, finally able to live together with your wife." Zainab is interested in Mr. Karim's love story.

"Of course I'm very happy. Married to the heart. He was a village flower that was contested by many men at that time. And I'm lucky to get it." The story is reminiscing about the past.

"Make sure your wife is beautiful. But what made him decide in the end to choose and marry you?." Zainab is increasingly curious about the continuation of the story of Mr. Karim.

"He came to see me. He knows if I like him. He asked me to marry him immediately and I asked him why. You know, Ms. Zai. The reason was so deeply imprinted to this point in my heart." Mr. Karim paused, exhaling long before continuing his story. My wife said at the time "If I get married then I don't want to marry a man. There are a lot of people out there who want me but none of them interest me, let alone fall in love. Of them many are handsome, rich in wealth, high in status, yet they are none like you. You are different, you can make me fall in love with your morals. Although I am not a devout girl in religion, I hope that you will be able to guide me on the right path."

"God willing, I was moved to hear your love story. It's so inspiring."

Mr. Karim smiled. "Then from that, Ms. Zai got married immediately." Ledek.

"Just pray, sir." Her request.

"Sir Yusuf is also single, is Bu Zai not interested in him? Who knows, right

Zainab flinched at the point of the sentence.

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