Love Zainab

Caught

Joseph let the two children go. He knew that Zainab had been watching him secretly behind his book. Joseph smiled at him, but Zainab did not realize that He was also now being watched.

"Sorry Mom Zai, the book is upside down." Joseph said he knew when He was there. It made Zainab unable to control herself in surprise.

Zainab watched his reading. And Joseph was right. With a face-to-face look of shame, he reversed the position of the book in the direction that the letters should be spelled out. He placed the book on the table, trying to firmly look into the shady eyes in front of him. He was confused to find the right words as an excuse.

"Sir Joseph." His smile expanded, and melted the candle that had been standing before him.

"Mom listened to my conversation with the two kids? Or just watching me?." Joseph folded his hands on his chest.

"Ehm... " Zainab plays her hand on the table.

"If anything is not possible this book can be reversed." Joseph grabbed the book Zainab had held.

"Why Mr. Yusuf is so confident, if I pay attention to the Father. Regarding the reverse book, I just want to try another way, rather extreme indeed reading with the reverse book." Trying to laugh at his own silliness.

Zainab is only blessed. He may have admitted to watching Joseph. It is hard for a woman to admit it. Whether it made sense or not what he had said, it did sound a little strange.

Joseph, who heard the answer, could not help but laugh. He knew Zainab was protecting herself. Basic lady. Bizarrely.

"Ohh, it turns out that Bu Zai is great too huh. I will try it later too. Read the book in reverse." His word.

"I-iya please. It must make you curious." Zainab stammeredly added to make it even more exciting and Joseph believed the reason.

They were both in silence. Even though the other teachers were talking to each other. Netra they meet, there are waves pounding on the beach of the heart. Not wanting to linger in that place, which further tore down the feeling of Joseph wanting to know what exactly the secret kept by Zainab in his heart. It's just not that easy to express it.

"Eh, there's Mr. Yusuf. You guys are talking about what, let me join you here." Sofia came banging.

Luckily for Zainab, Sofia comes at the right time when her heartbeat feels even tighter. Afraid that Joseph could hear it.

"If you're noticed, you're a good fit too." Sofia glanced and nudged Zainab's arm.

Zainab glared at Sofia, wanting to puff out her best friend's mouth.

Because there is no answer from either. Sofia said again "No, you guys just compactly don't answer my question." Sofia deliberately made Zainab's chest boil. Since when did he start losing his sanity.

Joseph still looks ordinary. He considered it a mere joke, even if it was true that He and Zainab were compatible, whether they could unite. Verily He is still waiting for the answer of his doa.

"Mom Sofia, I'm back at the table first." Pamit Yusuf's.

After Joseph left and Zainab felt she could not hear his conversation with Sophia.

"Is there something short on your head?." Zainab ruffled her waist towards Sofia full of emotions.

Sofia was stunned to see the funny attitude of her best friend. "I'm just telling you the truth, you guys are a good fit." Sofia pulled the chair and sat down.

"You know your words make me ashamed." Zainab is still emotional.

"I pray you guys are fooled. Two people who...

"Just Sof, I don't want you to say that anymore. Who wants to be with him."

"If you don't like it, there's no need to rent it. It signifies the true state of the heart." Sofia has not stopped teasing him.

"You mean?" Zainab did not understand.

"Sir Joseph is not as corrupt as you. He just smiled at me hearing what I said. So, I mean maybe there's something in your heart."

Zainab felt like an invisible object stabbed her heart. He swallowed his saliva, he grabbed a bottle of water on the table and drank it until it was left. Thinking accused of putting on a real heart might just be like running out of a 100-meter sprint. He asked if what Sofia said was true. If it was wrong, it shouldn't have been that way. Embarrassing.

"Sof, what does love feel like?" The words suddenly came out of Zainab's mouth. He never had love with any man. Zainab's life was like a golden egg to her father. It's not easy for anyone to have it.

That question Sontak made Sofia stunned. What may now be that his insanity has moved to Zainab. Or maybe it is contagious.

"Why are you suddenly asking about what love feels like." Sofia turned around to ask.

"I just want to know. You know if I've never dated before, right."

Love's.

Love is like a virus that cannot be removed.

And remove it only by getting married

Love is a happiness that is hard to identify

Sometimes a person is considered crazy or can go crazy, because of it

And the taste of love...

If far away, I'd like to see you

If close, timidly erratic

If you miss, your heart grimaces and cries

Sofia's poem sounds really weird. Zainab occasionally frowned.

Is that a poem or what? Lest he just made up unclear. Ngalor ngidul moh parane, as the Javanese say. Or all this time he was an amateur, not adept at stringing beautiful words? Or all this time he was just plagiarizing over the work of others? Unceasingly Zainab made a question for herself, she propped her chin up in both her hands, still trying carefully to listen to Sofia.

Love takes time

Good for growing up, falling in love or springing back

Dreams only last one night, while love lasts one forever

The last sentence of a lover ends with a smile. I hope Zainab will like and respect him.

Zainab let go of a smile, scratching her head covered in a headscarf.

"How is my poem good, right?." Sofia asked as she played her eyebrows up repeatedly.

"I-iya pretty good."

"Ko's good, Zai?."

"From the lumanyun, still mending quite right Sof."

"All right, it's up to you. Just as I was poetry, I saw Mr. Dimas. It was as if it was also an expression of my feelings for him. My heart almost escaped, like it wanted to run after it. oohh.."

"Hush sin is. It's adulterous eyes, zina hearts anyway." Zainab.

"O Allah Zai, strict with the law of this life. Few sins, little zina." Sofia patted her own eel.

"God knows best for his people, Islam is easy and easy. You're the one who's making it hard on yourself."

"Much grateful, dhikr. Don't mostly fantasize." Further.

"Yes Allah has a very good friend, I if wrong must be immediately lectured. Sorry Sofia, Oh God." Sofia mimics one of the characteristics of the child artist jaguar.

Zainab laughed softly at the funny words. He also does not want his friend to be misguided in determining life. He recalled, the first time he met Sofia, it was a dark time for Sofia.

"You're a bitch a long time ago, Zai. Even so I'm very lucky to have been met with you." Sofia's hand grabbed Zainab's shoulder, embracing her.

"We are met by God, and one day if we part also so because of God."

"Already, already. I want newek."

"You certainly remember. For a period of days I've said if we have to be friends until heaven.

If tomorrow you go to heaven first, but I am not there. Then seek me out. And when you know that I am in hell, ask God that you may take me to heaven." Zainab clasped Sofia's hand tightly.

"Yes, I will always remember." Sofia.