Love Zainab

Pagi

"Sofia, wakeup. Pray shajuh!." Zainab wakes Sofia up. He stayed at his house tonight. Sofia's body wriggled, her eyes still feeling heavy to open. Drowsiness did not want to go away from him. "Let's wake up! We'll be late for school." Try it again.

The tiny body forced itself to wake up. Sofia's eyes slowly opened and looked at Zainab by smoothing her face. He has finished praying. Still staggered, Sofia went to the bathroom to get some ablution water. After returning Sofia to pray.

As for Zainab, she was struggling with her book. Re-learn the material that will be given today. And make some problems for home training.

"Zai it's been a long time, I didn't stay here. Nothing has changed much from this room." Sofia takes off and puts the mucena in its original place.

"If I hadn't forced you last night, maybe you'd still be home. It was late at night." Zainab's view did not move.

"Hmm, I'm sorry. I just don't want you to worry." His speech.

"Well, today we go to school together. I will change clothes first and ask Mbok Cici to prepare provisions for us, later. After that we will go to your house" said Zainab while putting some cookies into her bag. Then he immediately prepared.

"I go downstairs first, I'm thirsty." Sofia went outside without waiting for Zainab's answer.

Zainab notices Sofia's missing body from behind the door. In that instant, Zainab mixed feelings. He still looks at himself in the mirror. Never before had she been at her dresser. This time it was not how polished he would wear, but rather mentally prepared to meet with Joseph back at school.

Is it enough to smile if you meet him? Maybe that's the only way to avoid a heartbeat that always wants to break away.

Zainab will leave early. Actually, he wanted to see his father first. Although it can not be denied, he wanted to immediately tell the good news. But Zainab remembered the message of her Uncle. Let him deliver it to his father. His head shrunk and chose to go down to the kitchen to meet Sofia who had not returned.

As usual, a good morning greeting was said by Zainab to Mbok Cici who was busy cooking in the kitchen.

"What's the day of Mbok?." Ask.

"Si Mbok cook fried rice. Omelet. That's breakfast today." Answer tells. "Non, what do you want in masakin for supplies?." The bargain may be that Zainab was not interested in the menu that was prepared that morning.

"No need, Mbok. That's enough. As always prepare for me. Because today, Zai is leaving early." Zainab drank the warm milk made by Mbok Cici earlier on the table. Sofian was enjoying his warm milk without a word, since Zainan was there.

"Tumben, very early in the morning Non." Mbok Cici put Zainab on the table.

"Ah yes Bi. Because I have to take Sofia first. Zainab said hello and said hello to the others." Zainab left in a hurry followed by Sofia.

"Be careful, Nope." Mbok Cici half yelled.

Zainab glides with her motor matic, Sofia sits on a bell behind her holding tight to Zainab's waist. Cold air still infiltrates the skin pores. Thick jacket was not enough to dispel the cold that continues to alight. Lengang streets. There were only a few vehicles passing by. Street lighting some of them still look lighted. It took 15 minutes to get to Sofia's house.

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"Is your sister not awake yet?." Ask Mujayasa when they are ready for breakfast.

"So Mbok Cici said, if he left early today. Because Sofia stayed here last night. So, Zainab decided they should go together. It's possible that they'll go to Sofia's house first, because she won't have time to bring a change of clothes." Risa said what Mbok Cici explained.

"The boy forgot his father."

"Zainab is just busy, Dad. Lately he has also rarely chatted with the two of us." Fikri made a sound. Although he knows the reason behind why Zainab looks so busy. Just want to immediately fulfill his promise to find a future husband. Because the agreed time will soon be over.

"Yes, Dad. Zainab always comes home exhausted." Risa also confirmed her husband.

Mujayasa. "You two, compact support it. And I haven't spoken to him since yesterday, after he came back from Aaron's house."

No more conversations between them. Fikri and Risa locked her mouth tightly, not wanting to spoil breakfast with the debate that might just continue.

At Sofia's house. Zainab coughed while drinking the tea that Bu Tina was serving.

"No, Ma. Maybe Zainab was in a hurry." Zainab turned her head towards Bu Desi who was again sitting in her place.

"How's your dad doing?."

"Alhamdulillah, fine. Dad's still getting out of town for business."

"Thank God. Your father was a hard worker. For the future of his son and daughter."

Zainab smiled and said. It turned out that Sofia had finished changing into her teacher uniform today. Followed by his two younger brothers. Tita and Nesya.

"Breakfast with us, you've already cooked." Take Miss Desi to Zainab with a pleading gaze.

"Yes brother. It's not every breakfast day with us." Tita shook Zainab's arm.

Zainab could not have refused the invitation. After all, he hadn't visited in a long time. Finally Zainab was led to the dining table. He also thought about the fate of his morning. But back no matter.

Seeing the different morning scenery, Son and Mother eat breakfast with a warm chat that blends. It makes Zainab jealous. Not like his stiff dad. Is it because he's a father, not a mother? She misses a mother she has never met before. The warm crystal wanted to escape from her eye peluruk, as much as she could bear not to fall.

"Mother, today Tita will take part in an inter-school poetry competition. Pray good luck!."

"Mom pray that you will do well later. And be the winner." Ms. Tina prayed for her second child.

"I am too." Nesya along chattering not to lose.

Tita looked towards Nesya. "Are you also in a poetry race?."

"A-aa no." Answer Nesta.

"Then?"

"What's wrong if I also want to get a do'a from Mom. So that this day I can go to school well." Nesya held her chin up.

"alright. It's up to you. Always go along." Tita smashed her lips.

This is an extra treat at breakfast. Tita and Nesya are often quarreling at the dinner table. Often one of them even cries. Not a foreign sight to Sofia and Bu Tina. But for Zainab, they were both funny. Never before had the two of them acted like that. Sometimes they both seem to get along.

"Tita, Nesy!." Sofia exclaimed with a loud voice. Tita and Nesya calm down. "Take your breakfast, Mr. Udin is waiting ahead." Commandments strictly.

"Yes, Mother." Answer them both.

"Pardon them both, which makes you uncomfortable when enjoying breakfast." Pinta Sofia's.

Zainab stroked Sofia's hand and shook her head slowly. "It's okay. This also happened to me and Mas Fikri when we were in school. It's only natural, don't be angry with them anymore. Poor are. It will definitely affect their mood later."

"But they always act. Don't see where they are." Sofia still held back her emotions.

"Tita, Nesya let's finish your milk soon." Order Bu Desi . Both according. Then say goodbye.

After Tita and Nesya disappear with the car that took them. Now Zainab and Sofia are getting ready to go to school. After the helmets were attached to each other's heads, Zainab began to run its two wheels in competition with other vehicles.

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