My Love is Blocked by the Holy Promise

Chapters. 23. Zahwa Lost

(POV) Dewanta

Today Fira came to declare her love again and invited me to marry in front of Zahra my wife, even she had offered some of her property to Zahra. Thankfully, Zahra is not a realistic woman so she is not at all interested in Fira's offer. It's really inexhaustible, where his conscience is. His words really make me ride apoplexy.

I used to love him so much that I even adored him. Not once did I snap at her, I always spoke softly to her because to me the women present in this world are to be loved, cared for and loved.

But today I'm really sick of hearing what he's saying. She really is like a cheap woman. Honestly, don't accept the offer, just look at it I'm disgusted.

Finished I said a sentence of rejection to Fira I went straight in because it felt like I had heard a rude rant rather than my emotions breaking and uttering undue words. Let the matter of Fira be taken care of by my wife Zahra. I believe she's a patient woman who can handle Fira's problems. Maybe this is the answer to why my mother's father never approved of my relationship with Fira and always wanted me to marry Zahra. Now I know the answer.

"Today Zahwa wants to sleep with Abi, please!!," My little girl Zahwa does not usually ask for sleep company, but she is the child who accompanies her never spoiled before going to bed. But that's okay, I also feel like I miss spending time before bed chatting with him, rather than lying alone waiting for Zahra to finish the assignment from the school where she teaches.

After saying goodbye to my wife Zahra, I stepped into my daughter's Zahwa room. While lying in his arms I recited some bedtime stories.

"Abi, can I confide in Abi, about my dreams," Zahwa said in his adorable style.

"Of course it's okay, Zahwa can confide anything to abi, abi likes to be a friend to confide in Zahwa," I said as I stroked Zahwa's long hair.

"Abi, Zahwa often dreams of being chased by evil om whose arms are equally neck many pictures. Zahra continued to run far, besides the left and right of Zahwa many palm trees, Zahwa was very afraid abi!!," said Zahwa, his hands curled around my neck.

"Makanya, Zahwa if you want to sleep read prayer first, let's not have nightmares," I said as I returned his embrace.

"There's still abi, the story. When Zahwa was chased by the evil om Zahwa ran away!!, there was a high floor house, there were many legs made of wood, there were grandmothers and grandfathers there, she was good!, there were many legs made of wood, there were grandmothers and grandfathers there, there were grandmothers and grandfathers there, she was good!, he helps Zahwa, he feeds Zahwa, he loves Zahwa, he says Zahwa is a good boy, "I keep listening to Zahwa's story, until he's tired and asleep.

"Abi Zahwa same umi set off first yes, do not forget that later Zahwa will be chased by evil om, Zahwa will run to the house of good-natured grandparents," said Zahwa, making me wonder, Zahwa, why from last night he always chased the evil om.

"Ah maybe it's just a flower bed or just a hallucination of him as a child. I stared at Zahwa who was driven by a motorcycle by Zahra, for some reason, like something was missing, there was a heart-wrenching sadness.

Until school, it turns out the school is quiet, apparently the students go home early. I immediately entered the office to meet the teacher's mother, asking for the whereabouts of Zahwa because usually the students who have not been picked up by his parents are always invited into the office by the teacher's mother Kindergarten.

"So Zahwa we took him to the office because his parents had not come to pick him up. But he refused, saying he waited at the gate. A few moments later we realized he was gone, we thought uminya had come to pick up," said one of the Kindergarten teachers where Zahwa school.

I immediately called Zahra to tell her what happened at school and asked if our son was with her. Zahra and I immediately panicked because it turned out Zahwa was not with uminya. I immediately report the incident to the teacher who is still left at this school, all the teachers out to spread out looking for zahwa around the school. All the guardians who used to pick up their sons and daughters had already been contacted. But no one saw where Zahwa went.

Zahra came to see me with tears. I was sitting limp on the rocky path. We have all been looking for Zahwa throughout the village, even every house we meet, is there among those who see the existence of Zahwa princess just our wayang.

Police have been contacted and police chief Kanit Reskrim has deployed some of his troops to carry out the search. When I was in a state of despair, suddenly a luxury car stopped in front of me.

"Mas Dewanta, Miss Zahra, what are you sitting here, you seem to be sad? maybe I can help" said the woman who just got out of the car that turned out to be Fira.

"Zahwa our son is missing Ms. Fira," said Zahra my wife who continued to sob, she then told the chronological story of Zahwa's disappearance.

"A few hours ago I passed by here, at that time the school was quiet, it was quiet, I saw Zahwa walking in a hurry there and behind him were two men, one of whom had a tattoo on his neck and the other had a tattoo on his arm, their tattoo was shaped like a flower. I think he is a citizen here, replied Fira, his hand pointing towards the deserted road to the area of palm oil plantations owned by residents.

"How about you guys come with me, let's get Zahwa over there?" said Fira, without a second thought I and Zahra got into Fira's car. Zahra sat in the front next to Fira while I sat in the back without a word. I don't think I'm talking, all I have in mind is how to find Zahwa. I don't know how far the road we passed, down the rocky road in oil palm plantations that are so quiet. Only a few palm-carrying trucks passed us, and at that time we always stopped anyone who came across us, to question them, did anyone see a little girl about five years old in a kindergarten uniform. None of you saw Zahwa.

In a quiet place away from the residential area, I saw a simple stilt house made of wood.

"Who dares to live in such a desolate and desolate place, they are not afraid that any evil person will take away their property or even their lives. I kept looking at the house like there was something I remembered about it, but what?.

While the car we were riding in continued to be driven by Fera at moderate speed, the further away the simple stage house died. Strangely I felt that something was left in the house. But maybe there's something left there and I just never went there.