Love Zainab

Dinan

Zainab drove her car at a moderate speed. He deliberately invites Risa to go around in circles, because he does not want to meet with Dinan or his parents. They've been on the road for 30 minutes. There was no other purpose for which he would go. And since then Risa did not stop nagging, inviting him to go home immediately. He was afraid that Mujayasa would scold him. Fikri has also repeatedly contacted his wife, Risa reasoned to buy fruit but the store is very crowded buyers. Doesn't make sense, but what can. Zainab's phone also kept ringing, she deliberately didn't receive a phone call from anyone.

"Zai, we better get back. Dad will be angry. He just recovered, and you're gonna make him sick again?."

"You seem to corner me." Zainab pulled her car over in front of the fruit shop.

"I didn't mean to corner you. Indeed, if the heart is sensitive, whatever I say will always be wrong." Grunts Risa. "I'm just worried about Dad. That's all." Reciprocity.

"Said Risa ma'am wants to buy fruit. Come out and we'll go back home." Zainab's tone turned cold. Risa should be able to understand that. His heart was somewhere.

"Yes, okay." Risa opened the car door and immediately bought some kind of fruit that she wanted. The store was not so crowded, so Risa could obtain it quickly.

"Why don't you ever use your car?." Risa asks anything, starting from discussing important and unimportant things, so that Zainab will talk. He's really chatty. Because from their departure until returning home, Risa who always chirped.

"It's okay. Just lazy to get stuck with traffic." He said keep staring ahead.

"Your car is good, did you buy it yourself or...." Zainab cut Risa's sentence.

"This car was given by Mas Fikri, on my 25th birthday." Evidently.

My husband is also rich. Not only from the property of his parents but his own money was not lost much. Soul matre Risa cheered. Basic lady. However, she is also not a category of women who are crazy about possessions and like to shop for branded goods. It's just getting a rich man's husband, his life will be completely guaranteed. Risa commented on the smile of feeling very lucky.

"He loves you very much, Zai." Suddenly the tone of the sentence that came out sounded sad.

"Of course he's my brother. And because I'm his favorite sister." He said to be proud.

***

Zainab's car has entered her yard. Fernando's car was parked there. He may have waited a long time for his return. If only they knew, that it was a form of subtly rejecting him. But how could they have known, for Zainab was blatantly willing to marry Dinan.

Zainab and Risa stepped in, the voices of some people talking, heard from outside. "Assalamualaik." Risa.

"Getishalam." Answer them all in the room.

Risa and Zainab kiss the back of Mujayasa's hand, Fikri and Aunt Mia. While to others only limited to cupping both hands only.

"Where have you been, Mr. Fernando has been waiting since. Except for you, Zainab. Dinan seems to be looking forward to seeing you." Mujayasa frowned while glancing at Dinan.

"I'm sorry, Dad. And may Uncle and Aunt not be disappointed that we're late." Risa said it with a regretful tone.

While Zainab, she was silent. He didn't make any sound. Just a faint smile.

"Sit down here, baby!." Pinta Mia to Zainab. Zainab immediately obeyed what the middle-aged woman wanted.

"How's the ice cream? Yummy?." Mia asked while stroking Zainab's head.

"Yes Auntie." Answer's short.

"You know, it's one of our family's ice cream shops. You and Risa can end it whenever you want."

"Hmm, God willing. Next time we will definitely go back there. Because, Sister Risa really likes ice cream there." This time Zainab was a bit long. He felt disrespectful just answering with a short sentence.

Dinan was unceasingly looking at Zainab fixedly. The phone is in his hand in a swirl. She was so fascinated by her charming beauty. Zainab, who knew this, felt very troubled. He was eager to poke both of Dinan's eyes with chopsticks. Likewise when they were enjoying lunch, Dinan never let go of his gaze in the slightest.

"Why are you looking at me that way?." Ask Zainab. This time they were given time to get to know each other again.

"Mind your eyes, for I am not yours!." Zainab said firmly.

Dinan laughed softly. "Aren't you going to be mine soon. So, before you become my wife, of course I have to go through what's inside of you. So that I don't regret it."

"What do you mean?." Zainab did not understand.

"It has. Forgetit. It doesn't matter." Dinan immediately ended Zainab's question which might cause a quarrel.

"Of course it's important to me." Zainab is still intimidating him.

"You are a woman who does not give up easily. I like that." Fikri was about to poke Zainab's chin, Zainab dodged.

"Don't try to touch me. You and I are not mahrom." Zainab stared cynically.

"Ohh, I'm sorry. Maybe you're the one I want to touch." Dinan denied the charges.

"Are you out of your mind? I keep myself from anyone who isn't my mahrom. You said I wanted you to touch?." Zainab was already feeling very upset.

Dinan. "Look at you getting prettier if you're angry. I'm just kidding." Then the laughter disappeared. "I'm sorry." Petanya.

"It has. Forgetit. That's not funny." Zainab got up from the long chair she was sitting in.

"You repeated my words." Dinan.

"Whatever you say." Zainab stepped inside the house leaving Dinan still staring at her disappearance.

"If you were mine. I won't make you stop crying." He muttered softly with a petty grin.

***

"So when do we set an engagement date between Zainab and Dinan?." Mujayasa asked for an opinion.

"What if next month alone, isn't faster better." Fernando gave his opinion.

"Father, next month is a long time. What if it's two weeks away?." Mia conveyed her objections.

"Mama, we have to prepare it carefully. Papa and Mr Mujayasa's business partners will also be invited. So where might it only take two weeks." Fernando.

"What do you think, Dinan?." Ask Mujayasa.

"Uncle Uncle and Papa Mama. Dinan come along." The answer is not to bother about the engagement time deal.

"All right, we'll just take the middle. Within three weeks, their engagement will be carried out." Mujayasa drew the conclusion.

"Yes, I agree." Fernando nodded steadily.

"Finally, you'll soon be my daughter-in-law, dear." Mia did not stop giving thanks for expressing her happiness. Zainab just turned her lips. I don't know what happened to his heart. She really wanted to cry, repeatedly she stared at the ceiling so that her tears would not spill.

The engagement time is set. Zainab could no longer determine the direction of her life. He's like a living doll. Follow the story he has chosen. Just to make the father happy, even though his heart was hurt.

Zainab closed her eyes. There was water flowing from the corner of the two of them, which he had been holding back from before in front of everyone. He just wants to get away, run away from reality.

"When there are no more shoulders to lean on, there is still a prayer mat to prostrate on" the quote should have made itself last. The nights were full of tears. He asked for the best for his life. Again and again, Joseph's face was always present with his prayer.