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This morning, Zahra was ready with her big bag, in front of her brother.

"Where are you guys actually going? I want to do that too, suddenly go home and take you away!?" Ms. Narsih seemed curious about what her children would do, although Imron and Zahra had already explained the point, but Ms. Narsih did not believe it.

"Imron intentionally ma'am, encourage Zahra to go for a walk so as not to think about the problems she faces buk!"

"Yes, then be careful, not for long. Afraid that if Zaki wants to find Zahra and Zahra isn't there, he's disappointed!"

"Yes buk, definitely! Imron also asked Zahra to say the same word to Zaki."

"Thank God!"

After saying goodbye to Bu Narsih and Mr. Warsi, finally they really set off on their motorbike, they deliberately set off from home on a motorbike and will continue on a train, Imron will leave his motorcycle at the motorcycle daycare.

Now that they were sitting in one of the train cars, Zahra still kept quiet and stared out the window, enjoying the view that he got free during the trip, he said,

"Drink!" Imron handed him a bottle of mineral water that he deliberately bought before boarding the car.

Zahra accepted it and took a slow sip, Zahra paused for a moment and turned to her brother,

"Mas, according to Imron, can you lie or not?"

Imron who was also sipping his drink immediately closed the bottle in his hand and looked at the younger brother,

"Mas doesn't know yet, hopefully things aren't right and we can get proof that your husband is innocent, but if_!" Imron seemed hesitant to continue his words.

"But if what, mas?"

"It's nothing, don't think. Everything's gonna be okay! Soon we arrive, after this we take the bus to get to this address!" Imron deliberately diverted the conversation, he knew his brother's burden was quite heavy at a young age, he did not want to make his sister more thoughtful.

Finally they arrived at Trenggalek, before continuing to take the bus, they first stopped at the mosque to pray dhuhur.

After continuing to ride the bus they finally reached the address they were headed to, before looking for the address of a man named Anwar, they first looked for an inn not far from that place because it might take up to two days to be in that place, after all if today they had already gotten an answer, after all, they are unlikely to go home immediately because of their considerable distance from home.

"Aren't we living here? This inn is small but quite comfortable, Zah!"

"No pa pa, mas!"

"Yes, mas to the next room yes, we rest first later ba'dha ashar we start the search!"

"Yes mas!"

After Imron left his room, Zahra immediately poured down his body to relieve his fatigue.

***

Exactly ba'dha ashar as planned, Imron had picked Zahra up to his room, he had also rented a motorcycle as a vehicle for them.

Armed with an address, they came to a house. A simple house across the path that connects with the main road near their inn.

"It looks lonely, zah!"

"But the mas!" Zahra looked in disbelief, choosing to open a fence that was only connected to a small bamboo rectangle the size of a match. Imron eventually chose to follow his brother.

They stopped right in front of the door that looked new because the wooden door was not even touched by paint, some of the walls of the house also seemed not to be cut into cement until the trunk was still visible.

Zahra knocked on the door slowly and several times to say hello and then the last greeting sounded from within,

An old woman appeared from behind the originally tightly shut door,

"Who are you?" asked the woman curiously, visible from the wrinkles on her face that more and more not when she frowned.

"Assalamualaikum granny,"

"Waalaikum greetings." she replied still curiously waiting for her guest to introduce herself.

"I'm Zahra and this is my name Imron! We're here to find Anwar, is this really Anwar's house?"

The grandmother did not answer, so she chose to invite Zahra and Imron into the house.

Two cups of coffee were already on the table, the grandmother looked so lithe to serve it. Zahra was still observing the new-looking house in the building, it was clearly a modern building. Although only half-finished, but it has been seen if it is a minimalist home.

The grandmother then sat down on the sofa, which also looked new,

"Son, where are you guys actually from? Why is anyone looking for my grandson, Anwar?" his old face showed concern.

"Sorry Grandma, actually we're from Blitar, we're Anwar's friends in Blitar. It just so happened that he came home without saying goodbye to us, so we purposely looked for him!" imron said deliberately to calm the heart of the grandmother. "So if I may know where Anwar is now, Grandma?"

Grandma was silent for a moment, "Actually the grandmother here only asked Anwar to take care of this house, this house Anwar woke up himself he said he would go home with his future wife, but since his return a few weeks ago, Anwar said he would come home with his future wife, he didn't even bring his candidate. He was busy working again, every time Grandma mentioned about the wife-to-be, she just smiled and chose to avoid!" the grandmother evaporated her emotions, feeling that someone could hear her sigh, "She was it time to go to the household, but I don't know what she was waiting for. This grandmother was very old to keep her company, she was very old, sometimes grandma pity him. Just the grandmother she had, both her parents had died since she was little, had no brothers. Grandma has been taking care of him since childhood until now, grandma hopes she soon get a life partner let anyone talk, negotiate!"

Grandma spoke while occasionally wiping her tears, Zahra who was feeling sympathy immediately approached and calmed the grandmother, she said,

"Prophey, grandma! Anwar will definitely get a soul mate!"

Grandma seemed to have realized something, too,

"Are you son, Anwar's future wife!"

Zahra quickly swallowed her Saliva, she also removed her grip on her grandmother's back, she immediately shook her hand, too,

"No, not me. I have a husband!"

"Hehhhhh, I guessed. You must be husband and wife!"

"Bu_, right!?" Zahra again waved her hand, "She_!"

"Yes, she's my wife!" Imron immediately cut off Zahra's words, he did not want to linger discussing their status. That would be quite a waste of time.

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