Love Zainab

Try Again

Zainab felt her spirit begin to rise slowly. Her tears had indeed dried up, although both of them still looked as if they were crying. After his meal, he gathered up the courage to see his father again. I don't know what will happen, he doesn't care. All he had in mind right now was to talk to Dad, there might still be hope even if it was very small. At least he tried again. Zainab has not given up.

Zainab walked into her father's study. Because he knew Dad always spent time in his study. He knocked on the door, asking permission to enter.

"Come in." The voice from inside allowed him to enter.

Door opens. The old face was still staring at his laptop screen. Maybe you are doing work that has been delayed. Zainab walked up and pulled up the chair and sat down. They are only limited by the table. The fear and horror of the afternoon was still lingering. But because of his greater courage, Zainab tried to put her feet right.

"Dad!." Call slowly. His voice is a little vibratory.

"If you still want to talk about that poor man, you'd better say it. Because Dad's decision can't be contested." He said without taking his eyes off.

"He's got a name, Dad. Don't call him a poor man." Zainab's tone was slightly suffocated.

"Look, you just keep defending him." Mujayasa. His anger began to reign. "Dad has decided, you will marry Dinan. Not with him."

"What?." Zainab was struck by lightning, her body electrified. How surprised to hear a unilateral decision, without talking about it first with him. "Zainab won't, Dad. Zainab was not interested in the man at all. How could Zai live a life without love with her." Resist. The crystal melted.

"Fuck with love. Just because of that poor man, you even dared to defy the decision, Father." Mujayasa was already overwhelmed by his anger. His eyes turned red, the laptop in front of him almost fell because it was pushed by him. "Dad's decision is unanimous, you must marry Dinan. As time goes on, love will grow by itself and you will definitely be happy living with it. And you must forget that poor man." I don't know how many times Mujayasa called Joseph a poor man. Zainab's heart collapsed again. "One more thing, tomorrow you'll thank Dad for saving you from him. He'll just ride a life."

Zaynab stood up and begged at his father's feet, just as Joseph did. "Zainab please, Dad. Zainab did not want to marry him. Zai only wanted Joseph. Zainab please." His request continued to cry as he pleased, begging his father's feet. "Please don't insult Joseph anymore, he's a good man. Zai could see the sincerity from both of his eyes."

"Get your hands off!." His order.

"No, before you change that decision. Zai will stay here begging Dad. He will make Zai happy, he will prove it to Dad, give us a chance!!!"

"Based on a stubborn kid, you should realize he doesn't deserve to be with you." He let out a rough breath. "Let go!." Mujayasa had completely exhausted his patience. He was sick of the man named Joseph. His heart is hard, hard to break.

"No." Zainab answered quickly before Zainab complained of pain.

Plaque. A loud slap lodged in Zainab's cheek. Mujayasa was surprised why he could raise his hand to his daughter. Zainab let go of her arm, fumbling at her sore cheek. He then ran away from his father's office, his tears growing.

While Mujayasa continued to look at his hand. The hand that had slapped his beloved daughter. His body shook, he cursed himself. Suddenly his chest felt tight and sore, he held it. Mujayasa fell from the chair where he was sitting, then it darkened.

***

Geck, tok. Mbok Cici knocked on the door and called out to his Master repeatedly. But not also to say. Mbok Cici forced himself to enter, maybe the big master overslept. He was going to deliver his coffee message earlier.

"Sorry, sir, this is the coffee. I made it a little while ago because it turned out that the coffee supply was up, so I bought it first." Mbok Cici put coffee on the table. But how shocked, Mbok Cici saw his Master lying on the floor. Mbok Cici immediately shouted, until the entire house was confused looking for the direction of the sound source. Including Zainab, her crying stopped instantly.

Fikri and Risa immediately entered her father's study. And look at Mbok Cici with a look of confusion. Everyone panicked.

"Mas, Dad why?." Zainab was surprised.

"Eitherway. We need to get to the hospital! Fikri gave instructions.

While in the car, Zainab continued to cry for her father. Afraid that something bad will happen to him. Risa kept trying to calm him down, she looked sad too. Fikri drove his car at high speed, not caring about the vehicle that he had almost dragged.

"Be careful honey!" Risa reminded.

20 Minutes later, they reached the hospital, Mujayasa was immediately taken to the ER room to get oxygen treatment and assistance. Zainab kept crying in Risa's arms. He kept blaming himself, because the last time his father was so mad at him. Maybe that's what made him unconscious.

The doctor who had finished examining them, came out to see them.

"Calm down! Her request. " Your father had a heart attack, his blood vessels were blocked. But lucky you quickly bring to the hospital, otherwise the consequences can be fatal or even his life can not be saved." Obviously the Doctor.

"My dad's still healing, isn't he?." Zainab asked this time.

"God willing. You as his children must also continue to support him, so that his health will recover quickly. And don't make him depressed, please him." The doctor's advice made Zainab even more guilty.

"The conditions are stable, so the nurse will move it." The baby before he left.

"Thank you Doc, give our father the best care." Added Fikri who got a nod of the head from the Doctor.

***

"Mas, when did Zainab play here?." Rere who was busy chewing his food, suddenly asked him. For he knew that Joseph had come to him today. Indirectly she wanted to know whether her brother was getting his blessing or not.

"Recycle your food, Re!." Mother's Order. He knew for sure that Joseph's feelings were disturbed.

"Rere will definitely spend it, but answer my question first." Rere plays his spoon. Lips cone.

"God willing, he will come here. But Mas can't be sure when it's time." Joseph responded calmly. Even though his heart was stirred.

"Why is that?." Rere asked again. Not satisfied with her brother's answer hanging.

"He's busy." Answer's short.

"Ohh, okay. Rere will surprise her later." He smiled as he imagined something. "Surely Mbak Zainab will be happy." Reciprocity.

"What surprise?." Ask Mother.

"If I tell him now, it's no surprise that his name is Mom." The answer is still a secret.

Joseph had to try again, fight for his love. He had to prove to Mujayasa how much love he had for his daughter. He had to try harder, so that his life would improve and Mujayasa would no longer insult him.

"What should Joseph do, Mom?." Ask.

Now they chatted on the veranda, enjoying the treats of the star-studded night view in the sky. The bright crescent. It adds to the beautiful light tonight.

"Whatever your decision is, I will always support it. I know, you love Nak Zainab. But, I don't want if you keep fighting for it, you'll get hurt later. Will his parents be that easy to accept you, with a different social status? I'm afraid they'll insult you." What her mother was worried about did happen. The insults that made him beg even he did. "Find another girl, who is equal in life to us. Although I also really want Zainab to be a daughter-in-law in this house."

"Yusuf will try again, ma'am. Pray that this time Joseph may break down the barrier." Surely stated.

"Mom always wishes you all the best, son. If it fails again, how?."

"Joseph will destroy Zainab. That means he's not Joseph's soul mate."

It was like a moon far away there, just like Zainab was hard for her to have. Although the moon will never come down to earth, at least Joseph can enjoy its beauty.

***Connected***

Sorry if in this part a bit did not connect the story because in the 2nd story break section tells Zainab's father to be hospitalized. You see the head ane a bit dizzy, so a bit sliding🤕.

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