Mr. ARROGANT(I FOUND LOVE IN MY BOW)

DION WAS ENVIOUS

Zain felt uneasy, like something was stuck in his heart but I don't know what!... He himself does not understand. His body rolled to and fro, making the bed he slept on shook disturbing the sleeping wife.

Zain sat himself down and leaned on the head of the bed. He grabbed a picture frame of himself and Miranda, anxious, anxious and longing to blend into one every time he saw the face of the sister who was lost because of her carelessness. Guilt always goes un invited.

"Sister, kangen is the same as Miranda?..." Nadine looked towards Zain.

"Yes." Yeah."

Nadine approached Zain and hugged him tightly, trying to calm the grim-looking husband.

"Before Miranda disappeared, this kind of feeling always appeared when seeing Miranda grieving. I only worry if my sister is having trouble right now. I'm just afraid that my sister's being sold in a brothel and..." Nadine smothered Zain's mouth because she did not want to hear the bad things that would be conveyed by her husband.

"We better pray Sunnah, brother, we ask God for help to always protect Miranda wherever he is. Trust in the promises of God, God has his own way of protecting his servant."

"Yes..."

The two of them got out of bed and cleaned themselves in the bathroom and then did night prayers, all night they prayed and read the holy verses of the Quran.

***

What makes him more comfortable now is just being alone, calming down while thinking about what steps Zahra will take after knowing that she is just an adopted child.

Too late thinking about his past makes him forget that he is currently just an unemployed person. There are still many problems that Zahra must solve first before scraping through her true self-identity.

Zahra got out of bed, picked up a pen and folio paper and wrote a job application letter at her desk. After an hour of writing in the middle of the night, the drowsiness began to strike, repeatedly yawning and rubbing his eyes to stay awake.

At 2 am Zahra had finished making 5 job application letters. Lucky he still has the rest of the 4X6 photo and photocopy of the letters in need. Without realizing it, Zahra fell asleep at the study table with her hand still holding the pen.

Zahra awoke when she heard the knocking of the door several times.

"Zahra, wake up son, wait for the dawn." routine things that Zahra's mother had always done since childhood, she always protected and educated Zahra since childhood, until Zahra grows up to be a Sholehah girl, independent, kind and intelligent. It was all thanks to the upbringing of the mother who had adopted him.

Zahra opened the door, and she saw the mother standing at the door wearing a mask. Although he was very disappointed in both his parents for covering up this big problem to him. But Zahra could not hate those who had cared for her into adulthood.

"Son, I'm sorry we are." Mom stroked soft Zahra's hair.

"Yes." Yeah." Zahra smiled stiffly, for the burden still felt clumped in her heart.

They both went to the nearest musholla for congregational dawn prayers because their narrow rental house did not allow to be able to perform congregational prayers, while the father could only pray with a sitting state.

***

After returning from the mosque Zahra and the mother did the usual activities, as if nothing had ever happened.

At 7 a.m., Zahra entered her master's room in well-groomed clothes. Zahra asked his father and mother for their blessing to find a job.

"Where are you going, son?... Sunday is good."

"Sir Ma'am, Zahra wants permission to go out to find a job."

"Loh, what's your job at the cafe?..."

"Zahra quit his job from there, Mom."

"Well, why?..."

"It doesn't fit, Mom." Zahra was dishonest because she did not want the problems she experienced to be a burden of mind for her parents.

"Here, sit down for a minute." Mom pulled Zahra's hand and took her to sit on the side of the bed. Mom opens the closet and then takes out a photo album, then gives it to Zahra. Zahra opened the photo album and saw one by one photos of little girls, from toddlers to children aged around 7-8 years.

"This is a picture of who's mom?..."

"That's a picture of our daughter, her name is Zahra Ainur Rofiq. 2 months after her death from illness, we found you. All the identities you used were the identities of our dead daughter." tears came back down the wrinkled face.

"Mom sorry Zahra for making my mother and father sad, but please allow Zahra to find the real Zahra family."

"Then what about us, son, are you going to leave us after you find your family?..."

"Zahra won't leave you two. The same father will be Zahra's parents. But Zahra just wants to know who the real Zahra family is."

"But how do you figure out where your family is, son."

"That's what I'll think about later, ma'am. May Zahra find a way."

***

"Where?..."

"Well, just don't go to hell."

"Elo once, I'm ogah."

"Gue to elo's house now. Elo kumpulin all the other friends."

"Ok, ready...."

Dion came down the stairs with little running footsteps.

"Eh, early in the morning already neat and fragrant, where are you going?.." asked Mama who is now blocking the way.

"You want to walk Ma."

"Mama's antar went to the boutique."

"Ok, ready."

"Wait a minute, Mama's just gonna change her clothes."

"Yes, yes...."

***

Dion drove his car to the boutique owned by Mama. While Mama was busy checking the income statistics data in her store through her HP. After traveling about 30 minutes, now the car Dion ride has arrived in front of the boutique.

"Ma, it's here."

"Oh, it's over." the mother looked up at the front of the boutique.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You don't want to stop by first?..."

"No ah Ma. Dion was direct."

"Good mom, you're finally back to cheer."

"Hahahaha, what do you do for so long. Ah ma, Dion wants to go straight."

"Yes, yes there. Be careful on the road, don't speed."

"Yes Ma, Assalamualaikum."

"Wa aleikumsalam." The mother got out of the car after Dion kissed her hand. After making sure Mama entered the boutique, Dion drove his car. Traverse the streets of the capital, through the hustle and bustle of traffic on the streets contaminated with vehicle fumes, until the car that originally headed to Alex's house stopped in front of a small alley that he passed last night.

"I stopped here anyway?..." Dion watched the small archway from inside the car. Last place last night he drove Zahra. Dion tapped on the steering wheel of the car with his fingers. Confused about what to do?...

Dion pulled out his cellphone from behind his pants pocket when he heard the phone ring.

"Eh, where's Lo... Friends are gathered." Alex grumbled from across the phone.

"Gue's on the road again, otw go there." replied Dion.

Suddenly Dion saw Zahra coming out of the gate, walking on a dirt road past his car parked on the side of the road.

"Eh, sorry Lex I'm not hanging out. I have an urgent need."

"Eh, how the hell is Lo. Elo who stepped back even elo who retreated." Dion immediately turned off his phone no matter what Alex was talking about. Dion gets out of the car and chases Zahra away.

"Rba, Zahra.... Wait." Wait." Dion called out to Zahra.

Zahra stopped her steps but not because she heard the call from Dion, but because a handsome young man wearing Koko's clothes blocked her way. They chatted while removing smiles, looking familiar, although not looking at each other, but lowered their heads and occasionally looked in all directions. They look harmonious but why are there feelings of envy.

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