Love Zainab

Subduedness

It turned out that until night, the rain had not willingly left its earth, the water of the sky was still spilling countless longings to give life to the earth. The sun seemed to give in, the clouds united themselves to make it not move first from the contest. Let the rain wet the earth until God asks it to stop.

"Non Zainab was asked to go down with you." Mbok Cici.

"Yes Mbok, I'll be there soon." He was wearing the veil he took from the closet.

Father, Fikri and Risa are already sitting in the family room. Zainab could have guessed, there would be something her father would tell her if asked to gather. But he did not know what to talk about tonight.

The father who saw his arrival smiled warmly. Zainab sits herself on a single sofa, right in front of Risa.

"Zainab, how do you work, still serving as a Teacher?." Mujayasa opened the conversation.

"Alhamdulillah, until now Zainab is still at home, Well."

"Are you still not willing to learn to manage Dad's company, like Mas Fikri?"

"Zainab is sorry Well, Zainab is still not interested in Dad's offer. Didn't we have discussed this before, then why it should be reopened. It was my own father who agreed to Zai's request, if Zainab could be a teacher." Zainab is starting to feel uncomfortable.

"All right then. Now replace the father who made you a request. Giving a little pause "Your end is twenty-five years old, it is appropriate if you end the time of solitude. And Dad's request is to match you with Dad's best friend's son. He's a good kid, worth juxtaposing you. Called Yoga. Yesterday when I went out of town, I met them." His words are long.

Zainab was shocked to hear his father's request. As well as Fikri and Risa, they were staring at each other. Zainab did not know what to put together the right words to reject her. He tried to think hard but he did not get it.

"Dad knows you haven't made a choice over your life partner. So I have the intention to introduce you to Yoga. Believe me in your choice, you won't be disappointed." This made Zainab even more confused. His head felt empty.

"Zainab's grown up Well, let her find her own partner." Fikri suggested, He knew that his sister would not agree with his father's request.

"Is there no other request, other than to accept the matchmaking Well." Zainab has mastered herself.

"Nothing." Answer Mujayasa briefly.

"Zainab wants to make a deal with Dad first. Please allow Zainab to find her own future husband. If Zainab had not obtained it at the latest for a month, Zainab would have accepted it." Bargainly. And I don't know where that word came from.

Risa and Fikri were still filled with confusion over the deal that her sister proposed.

"All right, I agree." Without thinking long.

"Good and bad news I'll wait. Dad's wish is for someone to help Fikri in the company." Another imbibing.

"Yes, Dad." Beard's head.

"Dad rest first." Start moving from the seat.

After her father disappears from sight, Fikri begins to scout her sister. Why could he have made such a deal. She knew the character of Zainab, where it might be easy to get a husband. Seeing a male friend come to his house, he ran away.

"The question of prospective husbands, later help find it. Which suits your character."

"Don't bother, let Zainab find her own." Reject it while feeding the fruit into his mouth with the voraciously available on the table.

"Zainab knows, it's not as easy as flipping a palm. But God willing, Zai will definitely get a husband that Zai wants." Zainab closed her eyes, as if floating imagining a picture of her life with her future husband. He knows how to find his soulmate.

"Whenever you need help, you will help. You know it's hard not to grant Dad's request. Grateful, Dad gave you a chance by agreeing to the deal you made. But you must also be prepared to accept the consequences."

"Don't forget to pray istikharah, it makes it easier for you to be close to who that person will be your husband later." Risa gave advice.

"Thank you, Ma'am. Zainab will definitely be keeping up with the developments on this matter."

Fikri and Risa also wanted to rest in her room. Zainab remained in the room herself, trying to twist her brain. Then he took his cell phone to contact Sofia.

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Joseph could not close his eyes. The time is 01:30. He turned his body to the right and to the left. I don't know what made him restless until he wasn't awake.

He got up, sat on the edge of his bed, rubbed his head back. Looking up his head to the ceiling of the white room, there was Zainab's face reflected there, with a smile as fluffy as He found the duration of the day.

He then stood up, took his laptop to check the incoming e-mail. When he checked the e-mail, there was one that made him interested. He opened the e-mail.

Ustadz Harun: Assalamualaikum aki, how are antum and parents? It has been a long time no visit, I yesterday got word if antum has moved. Is that really true?

Ustadz Harun is one of the ustadz in his former campus in the city of XX. Like a hint, that he would indeed peegi to meet him to ask for advice about his life partner. They used to be so familiar, some studies were always followed. Since they moved, they have lost contact.

Joseph immediately replied to Ustadz Harun's e-mail.

Joseph : Walaikumsalam, Thank you for my news and healthy parents. Afwan Ust, before moving I had gone to Ustadz house, but it was not at home. God willing, next week I will visit there myself. All of you want to ask for enlightenment about a soul mate for me.

E-mail sent.

Joseph closed his laptop, and put it in its original place. He went to the bathroom to take ablution to perform the evening prayer. Ask God for guidance to be facilitated in the search for his soul mate. As well as complaining whether the shadow of Zainab who flashed came to disturb him, just a mere desire lust or indeed from his heart.

He also needs a backrest. Not not want to let go of his desire for a woman who will become his wife later. Though not to Zainab he will be with each other, as long as his heart has clashed to God's choice, He will still receive with gratitude.

But the more He tried to erase Zainab in his mind, the more the shadow of his face kept coming to light. It was as if he had come intentionally to tease her. He did not want to be guilty of translating that feeling, he was afraid that he had committed adultery with his own heart.

Joseph is a normal man, it is impossible to run away with the sense that continues to disturb him. Running tired after a name he would never know before, to erase Zainab's shadow.

But, is there? Was it not Zainab, the woman whom Joseph wanted?

Long Joseph kept his prayer on the prayer mat. For him both with his God, is the most beautiful thing of any in the world. Not wanting to return to reality is the toughest thing between rejection and dreams for him.

The sound of crickets accompanied Joseph's night, the rain had subsided. The smell of wet can still be smelled coming in from the cracks of his room air vents. Slowly the sleepiness began to attack him. Soon he poured his body back, to be closed in a few hours to meet tomorrow morning.

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