Love Zainab

Ayah

The afternoon sky has turned orange, the ringing ring waves beauty. The sun is about to land on its head. It is as if nature is conjuring itself.

Time seemed to follow the remnants of the happy feelings carried by Zainab. Sofia who realized that since then her best friend always smiled herself like an insane person. He did not want to ruin the strange scene before him, because he must have felt the same thing when it came to Dimas. By the way, how about that one human story. It's unclear.

Sofia looked back, she still saw the same car from a few minutes ago. His mind began to suspect.

"Zai, why is that black car behind us. Are they following us? Don't be the bad guys." Sofia vented her suspicion and fear.

Zainab saw the black car behind her through the rearview mirror. He was like a stranger to cars that kept following him. "I know that car." He said he was still guessing.

Sofia looked back. "Who does the car belong to? You recognize the owner?." Ask Sofia curious.

"They're Dad's men, to follow us." The answer after seeing the license plate number on the back of the car reads MJY which means Mujayasa.

"really?." Sofia was caught shutting her mouth. "For what, your father did that?." Ask again.

"Eitherway. Let it. Aren't we being escorted without us knowing." Answer Zainab casually.

"Hmm, right. I was really scared." Sofia stroked her chest in relief.

***

Joseph stared blankly at the front yard of his house. The car Zainab was driving was no longer visible. His soul was still reluctant to return to him, he still wanted to stay with the girl.

"I'm sorry Joseph, Mom." Joseph had not changed his eyes. Really, he still hopes with Zainab.

"Sorry for what?" Ms. Tina scrunched her forehead.

"Yusuf couldn't take her as Mom's daughter-in-law." He said without mentioning whose name he meant, but Bu Tina understood.

Bu Tina rubbed her son's arm. "It's okay. No need to feel guilty about it. Even though he will belong to someone else, it doesn't mean you have to mourn him constantly."

Joseph took a deep breath. "It's really heavy, Mom." His complaint.

"It's also hard for Zainab. I saw so much love in his eyes. However, there must be another reason behind all this. Why did he choose someone else over you." Bu Tina began to be able to feel what was the basis of Zainab's refusal. For Joseph did not tell the specifics, only the outline.

Joseph confirmed all his mother's words. Not only social status is different, but the humiliation is very cruel. Zainab did not want to see that happen again to her loved ones. Zainab prefers her father and is married to Dinan, a person she does not like at all.

"Prophey!." Rere responded. He also felt what was happening to his brother.

"There are many other girls. Better than him."

"It's not that easy to forget, ma'am. It's about the heart."

"What you feel is nothing. There is nothing yet, compared to the sadness when Mother had to be abandoned by your Father forever."

"Ko so discuss the late Father anyway, Mom. Rere is so sad." Rere put on a sour face.

"Mom only gave the parable, so that your Mas can move on." He said as he stepped into the house.

A lot of advice comes from the stories of parents. For they have experienced anything that he himself may have never experienced. Not as easy as the words spoken, it takes a process to turn into a stronger human being. It's just love, but love can make anyone go crazy for it. Maybe it depends on who is facing it and how to react to it.

Love will backfire, if misguided. And love will be felt so beautiful, if follow the guidance of the Prophet. Ask the Owner of the Heart, He has power over everything in this self.

***

"Where did you come home to this afternoon?." Ask Mujayasa. He was sitting sipping black coffee which still had a bit of hot steam billowing there. Newspaper this morning, in his hands. He hasn't read it yet.

"Zainab, why do you even answer with such an answer?." Mujayasa started to feel annoyed.

"Didn't Dad's men follow me anywhere today? It's a certainty, they give information wherever I go, don't they?." They throw each other questions.

"Yes. And you went to see that poor young man!." The Mujayasa jerk that made Zainab jump.

"Dad, his name is Joseph. Please don't call him poor frills." Zainab was stirred up by emotions, her body heating up. He felt pain when the person he loved was back in disgrace.

"Dad doesn't care what the young man's name is. Very shamelessly, you went to meet her. You will soon be engaged to Dinan. What would they say if you knew secretly, you're still in touch with him."

"Although we did not get married, is it wrong that Zainab kept a relationship with him?."

"Of course it's wrong. I don't want to know, after you get engaged to Dinan, you have to resign as a teacher!." Mujayasa Information.

"What?." Zainab was shocked at her father's decision.

"That's the punishment you have to pay for going to see that poor young man. And wherever you go, there's got to be a driver driving you." Close it before going upstairs.

Zainab felt helpless. His devotion as a teacher, whether willingly or unwillingly, should he let go of it. Where is his father's heart now? Why was it so cruel to stab her heart. Zainab slumped on the couch. Her tears washed her cheeks. The shadow of the teachers and students in the school, swirled in his head. Where could he possibly go from the routine that required meeting them every day. And one thing, he would never again be able to meet Joseph. Was this the strongest reason, which caused his heart to collapse instantly? Only he knows.

***

Zainab hugged the pillow, she still sobbed in her tears. Drowning in his bed at night. Covered all despair. A black fog enveloped his entire life. How not, he's like a doll that must follow the will of the father.

Usually in such sad times, Risa is always beside him to listen to his complaints and spend seconds of night with her tears that dry up. But not the same as tonight. Risa and Fikri were visiting Risa's residence for a few days. As for Sofia, she couldn't come to accompany him either. Because Ms. Desi is sick with fever.

"Hallo, Assalamualaikum." The voice across the phone.

"Getishalam." Zainab's voice was eloquent with her stuffing.

"Zai, are you crying? What was? Tell me!." Sofia hunts him down with questions.

"Can you come here to accompany me!." His love with a bit of a whim.

Sofia exhaled. "Sorry, my mom has a fever. And I'm not going to leave her." He said a little bad.

"Ohh, it's okay. His health is much more important." Disappointment was on Zainab's face, and of course Sofia didn't see it.

"I'm sorry. Tomorrow I will definitely accompany you."

"Yes. Doesn't matter. May you be healed soon."

"Aamiinu. Thanks Zai. Assalamualaikum." Close it.

"Getishalam." Clik. The phone call ended.

Be tonight, the perfect night for Zainab. The sadness that he must endure alone. There is no place to share lara. If only his mother were alive. It will be different story.

Pain in his heart was growing. I can't imagine my own self. What fate is the bestseller in his life, little he wants to write a little happiness. Can't it?

***Connected***

Readers, I've started up again. Forgive me for my delay for today.