Shahadat Love Zakia

Chapter 8

Counting already three days Zakia in hospital, now he is allowed to go home because his condition has improved as before. Rayyan and Maira were always loyal beside him despite repeatedly refusing to take him back to the boarding house where he lived

"It has arrived, now Zakia rest, tomorrow if still limp do not work first" said Rayyan with a sweet smile

"Yes bang, thank you for bothering nganterin Zakia. Bye bang Rayyan, Maira tomorrow meet at work yes" said Zakia waved

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This morning Zakia woke up earlier than usual, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand which still showed at five in the morning, he tried repeatedly to close his eyes again but it seems that his eyes are not able to compromise this morning. Zakia again heard the voice, the voice of the Qur'an verses chanted in the silence of dawn with a melodious voice

For some reason Zakia was so curious, the voice still echoed in the Mosque close to where she lived. Zakia came out of his room, slowly he went down to the first floor and down the stairs down close to the exit.The road was still quiet, the houses around him were still tightly closed. But the mosque was bright, Zakia did not have the courage to look more closely he sat down and listened to the Qur'an verse which sounded more clearly in his ears

That afternoon the sun was shining brightly, summer was really felt. Zakia who was still sitting in the cafeteria was reluctant to step up her legs, she continued to sip her favorite cold sweet tea until the toilet was not left, the heat really makes Zakia very thirsty like being in the desert.his rest time was over, inevitably he had to move from his seat to resume his work.

"Za, later before going home, Brother asked for a copy of the incoming goods record that yesterday, because the brother had somehow scattered where" asked Rayyan to Zakia who was getting ready to close his laptop

"Oh, yes, Zakia will deliver to Brother's room"

"No need, just put it here later so you can take it"

"Okay Boss!" said Zakia with a smile that always makes Rayyan's heart beat

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On the way home, as usual Zakia boarded a public transport that stopped right in front of the boarding house where He lived. When he returned to the Grand Mosque suddenly Zakia asked to go down to the angkot driver who was on his ride, I don't know what prompted Zakia to step back to the Islamic mosque.

"This is a Muslim dress area, sister" said the girl in a brown hijab, giving a black shawl to Zakia to cover Zakia's hair

Zakia wore it and walked into the Mosque, the beauty of the Mosque was increasing in the sunlight that began to set reddish orange. people who had enjoyed the afternoon atmosphere in the spacious courtyard of the Mosque one by one entered the room to perform their worship. The sound of Adhan echoed in Zakia's ears, her heart rippling again, her heart racing and her blood flowing from the head to the tip of her feet

Zakia ventured into the room where the women were praying, this was the first time Zakia had witnessed a man praying before her eyes. Without feeling a clear drop wet his cheek. Zakia felt overwhelmed and confused by him

"Gosh, what am I doing? why am I like this?" Zakia monologues as she walks out

"Zakia... What are you doing here?" Rayyan asked who had just finished working on her obligations

Zakia turned her head and how surprised she was when she saw Rayyan was already near her "I, I just shelter aja Bang, it was out of the streets near here" replied Zakia nervously

Rayyan looked at the black scarf that was still covering Zakia's hair even from the beginning Rayyan had known that Zakia had been here since this afternoon

"Well, what are you wearing this for?" point Rayyan at the head covering Zakia is wearing

Zakia groped her head and immediately intended to remove the black shawl she still used, but Rayyan blocked her arm

"Just wear it, Beautiful" said Rayyan to make Zakia cheeks blush get praise from Rayyan man who also makes her heart pounding

"We wait for the rain to subside, yes, you just deliver it later to arrive sooner" said Rayyan without asking Zakia further about why he could be here, as well, let Zakia tell her herself later if she thinks the time is right

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Finally Zakia arrived home in slightly wet clothes, Rayyan immediately rushed home after he delivered Zakia. on the way home Rayyan did not stop praying that the woman who had long loved him was getting guidance until finally embraced the same religion as her. The Islamic Religion

Zakia spread her body, she looked at the ceiling of her room with nanar, she let out a long sigh for a tiring day until unconsciously her eyes slowly closed when drowsiness approached her

Zakia is in a very luxurious white building, the walls are surrounded by very beautiful calligraphy decoration, some people wear all white clothes look at him. "Am I dead? Am I in heaven now?" question after question came to Zakia's mind as she looked around her

A middle-aged woman approached Zakia, the face was clean, both her eyes were sharp and brilliant, her voice clear and so eloquently chanted a familiar-sounding verse in Zakia's ears. The woman took Zakia by the hand and took her to a place surrounded by women who were similar to her

The face is so graceful and charming, a fresh face and spread happiness for those who see it. Zakia sat in the midst of those who were chanting the holy verses of the Qur'an with echoing voices, some of them embraced Zakia with their haru and gave unceasing gratitude. "Alhamdulillah" was heard clearly in Zakia's ears

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The alarm on Zakia's phone keeps squeaking, he's still between conscious and not, after a few minutes Zakia woke up with sweat drenching her body her face as moist as she wiped away the tears that were still left in her eye patch. "God, what does this dream mean?" Mumbles Zakia

Zakia picked up the phone that was located under his pillow, he saw some missed calls from Maira. Zakia leaned her back her mind was still filled with questions about the meaning of her dream.