Love Zainab

Dilemmas

It rained just as Zainab got home. Zainab parked her bike, remembering that the rain was a mustajab time where do'a was granted by God. What became his do'a and hope was that the father would make it easy for him and Joseph.

The rain is getting heavier. Added to the strong wind. Zainab took off her shoes and went into the house. In the living room Sofia and Risa were heard chatting.

"Zai, are you home?." Risa asked who knew of her return. With a giant step, Zainab sat down on a single sofa.

"We just talked about you." Sofia.

"It's just right that my ears didn't stop buzzing." Zainab said while taking the pieces of fruit available on the plate, and put it in her mouth. "It turns out you guys secretly like talking about me in the back." With his mouth still chewing.

"Don't suudzon!" Risa Sahut.

"Dutch Maak. Pregnant people are indeed baperan." Zainab laughed softly.

"Well, can that be?." Sofia takes it seriously.

"Zainab you listen." Risa defended herself.

"But Ma'am, I'm seriously curious." Sofia put on a stiff face.

"I told you, Zainab was just making it up. You're so easy to get influenced." Risa felt furious. Plus by looking at Zainab who is now laughing out loud because of amused.

"Darling..I came home" The shout made the three turn their heads.

"Darling..." Risa stood up to her husband. Then hold it tight. "I miss." He said in a spoiled tone.

Sofia was envious of the warmth of the two of them as a married couple. As for Zainab, it is no wonder that they both like to be excessive.

"really?" Fikri released Risa's embrace.

Risa nodded slowly. "I'm lonely." Whimpering.

"Aren't Zainab and Sofia with you?." Fikri observed his wife who had turned sullen.

"Being single is not good, dear."

Zainab and Sofia feel themselves hurt by Risa's words. That's bad, isn't it? Sofia scratched her non-itchy head, Zainab folded her hands under her chest. He felt uncomfortable seeing the scenery that often Fikri and Risa watched in front of him. They are both exaggerated.

"Mbak Risa, Mas Fikri, you know that you guys are making me baper." Sofia bit her finger like a fool.

"Make it quick wedded! Not tired of living alone?" Risa said insinuatingly.

"Stupid's not here yet, Ma'am. Just a minute." Sofia's words are frustrating considering the relationship between her and Dimas has not been developed.

"You are patient. If it was time, he would come. Isn't that Zai?." Seeing Zainab who had not responded since, Fikri then slipped a question for her.

"Hm." He answered with a panted eye.

"You guys continue chatting, Mas Fikri to the room first." Pamitnya while holding Risa's hand up the stairs. Fikri is more affectionate and attentive since knowing Risa is pregnant. Whatever he would do, just to see his wife happy, he always remembered what the doctor's message was, that pregnant women should not be sad, anxious or feel anything that makes his mood bad. "Make your wife always happy, because it will affect the condition of the mother and also the fetus in the womb."

***

"Hallos. How are you?." Mujayasa was receiving a phone in his room.

"Good, fine. What about you?"

"Either good. What's the matter, Tumben called me once?." Ask someone across the street.

"Oh, okay. Of course this is very surprising news as well as exciting." A big smile was created on Mujayasa's lips.

"Don't we agree that we're going to match up our children. Because my son Dinan has returned from France. So, I'd like to introduce her to your daughter immediately." Unmistakably.

Mujayasa slightly jumped. Apparently Fernando, his business friend still remembered the deal they had made. Not that Mujayasa forgot that, but only that he already had a deal with Zainab. He really is in a terrible situation right now.

"Hallo, hello." Fernando's voice continued to be heard due to the absence of voice replies.

"Yes Fer, I heard it. I'll welcome you home." Mujayasa hung up his phone.

He massaged his forehead, thinking about what he would do tomorrow. Before Fernando arrives, he has to ask first about the deal. Whether she has found a husband or not. It's about his daughter's future. He didn't want to see Zainab unhappy.

Geck, tok, tok. The sound of knocking on the door blew away Mujayasa's daydream.

"Come in." His orders while wearing his glasses back.

The door opened and a young woman who was none other than her secretary, carried a file of reports she had to check and sign. "This is sir, the report you requested." He said while putting the file on the table. "And in 15 minutes, meeting with a client from the company Jaya Abadi ." The idea is to provide information according to the schedule.

"Alright, get the files ready." Mujayasa said, gesturing with his index finger to get his secretary out.

The woman also looked down respectfully, already understanding with the signal of her big boss. Then it disappeared from the room.

***

"Are you ready to meet Zainab's father?." Ask Bu Tina to her son.

"God willing, Mom. Pray that tomorrow Zainab's father will receive Joseph well. Joseph never told me about being insulted by Mujayasa, Zainab's father. Maybe I'll never approve if she wants Zainab. The old face can no longer feel sorrow and sorrow.

"As a mother, she will always pray for her children. Without being asked. Take her as Mom's daughter-in-law, son!." His request is hopeful.

"God willing, Mom." Joseph did not have the courage to say that do not expect too much to bring Zainab into this house as a son-in-law. But seeing his mother who was too happy, he was determined to do the effort to make his mother's do'a come true. However, fear was still lodged in his heart.

"Pass everything to God. Whatever the outcome of the decision tomorrow, you must be chested. Even though I expected it." His face changed. Mother also did not want to put aside the feeling that Zainab's father rejected her son.

Joseph grasped both hands that were now clenched. "Yusuf will definitely bring him before Mother. She's gonna be the daughter-in-law of this house." Although it is not that easy in fact. Continue in the heart.

"Mom didn't want to put hope so far away. So you remember what you said, if we have different social status. If only, your father's company..." Ms. Tina was unable to continue her words. He turned his gaze to the open door, also feeling half of his soul that was traveling with a dead soul.

"Easy, Mom. We must accept the fact that the Father's departure is his destiny." Joseph tried to ward off the sadness that came back.

The warm crystals were stuck in the eye. As much as possible not to drop it. During this time his son has played a role in his life. As the firstborn, Joseph took full responsibility for all the costs of their lives. He who always strengthens when his heart begins to return fragile. "Thank you, you always please Mom. You're right, I'm not completely willing to let go of your father. I shouldn't have acted like this. You and Rere still need Mom's whereabouts." He said while putting his heart back. Slowly her smile grew.

"It is precisely Joseph who must thank you, because the strong Mother and always try hard to always accompany Joseph and Rere."

"Why do you look sad?." Rere who suddenly came noticed his mother's face. "Is Mom sick?." Ask worried.

"No, Mom's fine. No need to worry about Mom." The answer.

"Well, I'm good at hiding everything from me and Mas Yusuf. But, Rere won't let you grieve anymore." Rere wrapped his arm around his mother's shoulder and kissed her cheek with.

Joseph smiled at his brother's attitude. Now he has started to grow up to be a tough teenager. She was a young girl, but she never found Rere whining about asking for this and that.

***Connected***