Love Zainab

Puzzle Feelings

Books neatly arranged on Zainab's desk. He began to reopen the last lesson material and review the material that will be delivered later.

Sofia who suddenly came, made him a little surprised.

"Zai, the longer it looks like my illness will get worse." Sofia held her chest.

"Have you gone to the doctor, not yet?."

"Not yet."

"Why? What if you die?."

Sofia widened her eyes to hear the words of her friend "Astaghfirullah, you even pray'in I die?"

"Yes, Sorry. What pain did you have, until you suffered it." Zainab.

"I'm in love, Zai. I need to anchor my feelings, my soul, my heart, to Him." Reveal it.

"He who?"

"Pak Dimas." His whisper was slow so that no one would hear.

Zainab frowned, still trying to digest Sofia's sentence well. Did he not hear wrong. Wasn't Sofia always aggressively approaching Joseph, to make Dita feel rivaled by him. Or he had declared his love for Joseph, and Joseph refused. And now he switched to choosing Dimas.

"Who, Mr Dimas?." Zainab repeated Sofia's answer.

"Ishhh, lower your voice. Someone will hear." Sofia put her index finger on her lips.

"Don't you always approach Mr. Joseph? Why did you say you wanted to have a relationship with Mr. Dimas?."

"I knew you would ask like that. But now that I can't answer it, here my feelings wait." Pointing at the chest again which hinted at his heart.

"I want you to help me. I'm so eager to get married, tired of facing this world alone."

"God willing."

"Oh yeah, last night your phone connection was cut off. What's up?" Sofia shifted the subject.

"Ehh, there's nothing. Just a prank." Answer the original Zainab.

"Ohh..."

How could I possibly express my grief last night, when Dad asked me to also get married soon. You even have the same problem. You can't finish it yourself. Zainab's complaint in heart.

***

For almost two weeks Joseph had been engaged in the profession as a teacher. The kids are getting closer to him. The persona of Joseph who is supple, friendly and generous smile makes the children love it.

Moreover, his figure that has a shady aura, a handsome face makes some girls seem to have a new idol at school, almost beating the Korean oppa-oppa. Said.

His tall body that often plays basketball with children. Pretty good. Not a few found the Mothers of Teachers also made her a field star.

"Sir Joseph, has just come." Sapa Dita who was slightly panting.

"Mom Dita ran a marathon? His breathing sounds so bad."

Dita simply replied with a smile. He may have told you that He ran just to chase after him. Self-esteem is at stake.

Upon entering the teacher's room, Zainab and Joseph's eyes clashed. Zainab felt a warm sigh there, and at once it all turned cold when she saw Dita beside Joseph. Joseph, who was about to break down a smile, stopped when Zainab's face became different.

Dita who looks happy can get closer to Joseph, this is a good start according to him. He had to devise a plan for Joseph to fall and become a creature to him.

With great clarity Dita can describe how the look of Sofia's face was. If you just imagine it, he wants to laugh and make fun of it. Though Dita was wrong, if knowing the reality that Sofia wanted was not Joseph but Dimas. He would definitely stop laughing and instead try to hold back the veins of embarrassment. Unfortunately, Dita did not know the secret of Zainab's heart which was also attached to Joseph.

"I went to my desk first yes, sir." Dita said a little louder for Zainab and Sofia to hear.

Sofia grumbled to see it. His hands were furious as if they wanted to squeeze and twist the woman's mouth. Zainab was silent but not with her heart.

"Yes ma'am, please." Answer Joseph slowly.

***

Joseph searched the floor, why Zainab's facial changes were so strange he thought. As if there was a purpose he wanted to express, but was unable to express it. Zainab's riddles further troubled Joseph's heart. He wanted to look at the flower further. Common sense rejected him, but his heart persisted.

Joseph's gaze was turned to the commotion in the classroom. Everything he thought vanished.

"Kids please calm down? Are you done with your work?."

"Sir Joseph, Danish mocked my parents. I'm heartbroken, sir." Complaints of a downcast student. It's possible that the water glass balls have started to break there.

Joseph, who saw the scene, stood up to their seats.

He saw a look of worry on the boy's face.

Then he said "After the lesson time is over, you two come to the office." Commandments strictly.

"Yes, sir." Answer them both.

"And you, don't cry anymore." Pinta Yusuf rubbed the daughter's shoulder trying to calm her down. Silent.

Joseph went back to his table. Look at the wall clock that shows that the subject will be over in 15 minutes. The children were still heard whispering because of this. Joseph did not want to talk about this. For him the approach for the two of them, to solve the problem in his room was much more important. The privacy of their parents' lives will also be maintained.

15 Minutes had passed, and the bell had rang. Yusuf gave the code to the 2 children involved in teasing each other, to come to his room.

Both were welcome to sit in a chair facing Joseph, which was bounded by a table.

"What's the reason you guys fight, to bring up the parent problem?" Joseph began to interrogate both.

"He was the one who mocked my parents first." Retno. The girl turned to a boy named Danish.

"That's the reality. Why should I be wronged anyway, is it true people..." That sentence was cut.

"Enough. I ask you to explain. Not even continue the fight here." Strictly speaking.

The two students shrieked to see the look in Joseph's eyes. They're bowing. Between worry and fear.

Retno raised her face.

"So I'd like to teach you Danish, sir. Time you gave the task. Then he rejected it out of fear that I would give a wrong answer. Then hook up with my parents, if they're fraudsters." Clearly explained.

"Danish, what's your excuse?." Joseph wanted to hear the boy's answer.

"My father once worked with Retno's father, then my Papa went bankrupt because the money hundreds of millions that had been invested was taken away by his father. Since then I hate to see Retno." Danish was full of anger in his words.

Joseph knew what the boy was feeling. Must be a difficult life because it was once on the verge of destruction.

"Your parents have been in trouble. But Islam also does not encourage us as such, carrying the name of parents in quarrels. You understand how you feel."

"Hate will hurt you. And we must not enter into God's heaven if there is hatred, even if only a little."

"Pardon each other. Man never escapes the name of guilt and sin. Learn to begin to take wisdom and lessons from every problem, test or trial. You're too early to understand your parents' problems." Long-term Joseph gave advice to both of them.

"Danish, you should know that Retno doesn't understand that either. That's the problem between your Dad and your Papa. Retno and you certainly never thought, thought, or wanted the problem. So, you can't treat him like that."

"But, Sir." Danish stopped, he refused to continue his sentence. It is free to defend yourself. He still cannot accept if he is in the wrong position.

Retno held out her hand "I'm sorry, Danish. Because of my father, your father's gone bankrupt."

Danish grieving. His heart still feels hot. Her face flushed. His heart was still not broken even though Retno had apologized first.

Joseph noticed that Danish had not yet returned Retno's hand.

With heavy breathing. Finally Danish accepted Retno's apology, although it still felt heavy in his heart. Although actually Danish is the wrong thing about the quarrel that occurred earlier in the class. He is ashamed to admit or does not understand because he is still overwhelmed with selfishness.

Joseph smiled seeing the two of them reconcile. Although still visible on the face of Danish underscored unreliability. May he be truly sincere. Hopefully they understand slowly.

Someone was watching Joseph. Behind her pretense of reading a book. In his heart full of red hues that may now be printed clearly on his face. Zaynab.