Qalqalah Wedding

Have a Lover

"Hika's still here, Za?" ask Mr. Ando, Abi nya Zahira.

"Yes, bi" the woman replied.

Mr. Ando pointed towards the large wall clock that was there, reminding me that it was late at night.

"Nice, Za. You better get Hika home, yeah. I can still come here tomorrow."

Zahira nodded. "Yes, bi. Sorry."

"Yes, then Abi went back to the room again, pity umi herself."

"Yes, abi."

Mr. Ando went from there, take the stairs because his room was upstairs.

Zahira so feel disinclined towards her parents, after all Hika does not usually play at home until she forgets the time like now.

Not long after, Hika returned.

"So you ask me to come home?"

Zahira was surprised by Hika's question. "You hear me, Ka?"

"Inadvertently. Sorry if my presence makes your family uncomfortable."

"It's not so, Ka. Abi-mean"

"Yes I understand, Za," the man trimmed. "Then I go home now, yes" she said.

"But you're not angry, are you, Ka?"

Seeing the look of disdain on Zahira's face made Hika comment on a smile. "No, Za. Why am I angry?"

Zahira breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness Hika was not offended by her papa's words.

"Yes, that's why I'm going home, yeah. Assalamu'alaikum .." he said as he grabbed his cellphone lying on the table.

"Mosuram .."

Just a few steps Hika left, but Zahira remembered something.

Hika stopped her steps then turned her head. "Yes, Za. What's up?"

Zahira approached Hika. "So there's a phone coming into your phone. I was trying to lift it, afraid it was important."

"Who?"

"I don't know. Female. He asked you to call back."

Instead of checking the call history on her phone, instead Hika looked at the woman in front of her.

For Hika, Zahira is a perfect woman. Although she was born in a family, but the woman looked very simple. The hijab attached to the woman's head that makes Hika feel at home to see her beauty. Moreover, during the nearly two-year relationship, there was never a debate between them. Zahira was never jealous of other women, including as now, there was a female caller who asked her to call back too, Zahira looked very calm.

He became afraid, what if Zahira later knew that he had become the husband of another woman? Too afraid to disappoint Zahira, he could not see Zahira until she shed tears.

"Yes, I'll try to call the guy back. I'm home, yeah."

"Yes, Ka. Be careful!"

"Thank you, Za. I'll definitely give you news that I'm home."

Zahira escorted Hika to the front, until the man left and he entered the house.

While elsewhere, Qiya had not been able to sleep. Her tears flowed down her pillow. Remembering how strong Hika went to another woman's house on the first night of her wedding.

The question of what her husband is doing with his lover continues to revolve in Qiya's head. He cannot imagine things that hurt himself.

Until he heard the sound of a car entering the courtyard of the house, Qiya got up and immediately wiped away her tears.

Qiya was about to leave the room intending to welcome Hika home. But Hika first came and went into the room.

"Well, are you here?" asked Hika with a tone of speech that she did not like.

"Say bi Iyam this is your room, mas. That means I will also sleep here," Qiya replied trying to look fine.

"Cannot. You sleep in another room. I don't want to sleep with you. This marriage made me feel so betrayed Zahira. And you should never expect to get a little touch from me, because I would never do it for Zahira!"

Hika's words were so deeply piercing Qiya's heart, yet again Qiya was unable to hold back her cries. His tears flowed without being able to prevent him, his chest felt tight because it was too painful.

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