Single-minded

Little House

At around 14:00 WIB, Vira returned from campus. Holding Abil's car, Vira returns to her small house. Without asking Azzam for permission. Vira decided to go home. Vira could not have gone home to the Atmaja family without Azzam. Moreover, Vira felt unworthy to be in that magnificent house. Although the house is small, Vira feels comfortable and calm. There was no fear or anxiety in his heart.

After cleaning himself, Vira cleaned all parts of his house. Only a day did Vira leave him. Vira's house is dirty. Therefore Vira tidied up her house before she cooked for dinner. More precisely cooking for breaking fast. Vira did not eat breakfast with Azzam. Because he is fasting the Sunnah. Fariz knew Vira's habits. He did not ask Azzam.

Vira bought some groceries at a store near her home. Vira bought food for himself. Since this morning, he had been unable to contact Azzam. Vira is not worried about Azzam's condition. Vira believes Azzam will be fine. Vira does not care about Azzam. Vira prepared food for herself. Not fancy food like food in the Atmaja family home. Just a simple meal, but a blessing for Vira.

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There was the sound of the door of Vira's house being knocked. The already fragile door made him sound louder. Vira opened the door using a mukena. Vira wondered who would come at a clock like this. Azan maghrib's voice just reverberated. Almost everyone goes to the mosque or at least they are inside the house. They perform their duties as Muslims.

"Who?" vira said loudly, Vira opened the wooden door of her house. Vira was silent, she saw Azzam coming in a messy condition.

Vira was astonished by Azzam's appearance. It looks messy and the look of a confused face, Azzam explained. Azzam looked up at Vira. The water that soaked Vira's face. Healing the eyes that look. Azzam's face was radiant. He saw Vira was fine!

"honey, where have you been? Why didn't you call me?" azzam said anxiously, while pulling Vira's body into his arms.

Azzam momentarily forgot the existence of Vira. The work at the office takes up his time and mind. Azzam woke up after all his work was done. At once Azzam panicked to think where Vira was? Azzam could not contact Vira, as he did not have a cell phone with him. Azzam drove splitting the solid road. On the way he called Melda. Ask the whereabouts of Vira.

But the result is nil, Vira does not go home. Azzam was getting anxious thinking about Vira's condition. Although Azzam knew, Vira took care of herself. But the conditions are different, Vira is now his responsibility. He only realized Vira could not return to the magnificent house of the Atmaja family. Azzam asks Arif, but he does not see Vira on campus. Azzam turns his car to Vira's house. Azzam was convinced that Vira was in his old house.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask you for permission!" vira said weakly, Azzam shook his head weakly. He hugged Vira. Azzam no longer cared about boundaries. Azzam was unable to resist his longing. The fear of losing Vira was real before his eyes. Azzam could not get far from Vira.

"Better we get in. It's not good when others see. Sit down, I'll make you a drink. If Azzam doesn't mind. Clean yourself up Azzam's here. I don't want aunt Melda to worry about seeing my sister's condition when I get home!" vira said softly, while releasing Azzam's embrace.

Vira walked towards her room. Vira let go of the face she was wearing. Azzam was stunned staring at the beauty of Vira. Vira's jet-black hair is beautiful. Azzam walked towards Vira. Azzam hugged Vira tightly.

"Dear, please forgive me. Don't be cold to me. I'm not someone else, I'm your husband. I can't see your anger!" whispered Azzam while hugging Vira. Azzam smelled a fragrant shampoo in Vira's hair. Azzam rested his head on Vira's shoulders.

"Hand, I'll make Azzam's sister a coffee!" vira said while breaking away from Azzam.

"The virus!" greet Azzam softly, while holding Azzam's hand.

Azzam stared at Vira. Azzam began to realize, the dilemma experienced by Vira. It was not just the rejection and cynical look of his family. Adjusting to a foreign environment is not easy. Azzam began to feel the tightness of Vira's heart. Because he feels the same.

"Sir Azzam, please drink!" vira said disperse the Azzam daydream. Vira saw Azzam standing there waiting for her. At first glance Vira thought, Azzam was uncomfortable in his small house. Another reality that dawned on him. If Vira and Azzam were in a different world.

Vira put a cup of coffee on the living room table. A small room filled with only a few old wooden chairs, but still decent for seating. Vira walks towards her room, she gets a clean towel for Azzam. Vira does not want the Atmaja family to see the shabby appearance of her son.

"Sir Azzam, clean yourself up before you go home. But sorry my bathroom is simple!" vira said softly, Azzam looked at Vira. Vira's cold attitude pierced into Azzam's bones. It hurts, it hurts so much. It was as if Azzam was no longer able to stand withstanding his pain.

"Darling, I can't accept your cold attitude. Every word of yours seems to distinguish me from you. We are from a different world, but don't make that difference the reason you stay away from me. I will learn to live in your world. Instead you will learn to live in my world. Believe me, my race is not that weak. Lost by difference. I love you, I'm afraid of losing you!"

"I know, take a shower now. After that, I open up!" vira said, Azzam twisted Vira's body.

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"I am not afraid of this world. I'm just afraid of losing you. Never think differently from me. We will fight together against that difference!" azzam said shortly after peeping Vira's forehead.

Vira silently looked at Azzam's face. The man who is now the priest of the hereafter. Vira has to learn to rely on Azzam. Since childhood, he has been used to being independent. But now Azzam is by his side to protect and protect Vira. Azzam chose Vira as his mother, without thinking about the differences. Vira should have behaved the same. Receiving Azzam with the advantages he has.

"Sir Azzam, go take a bath. I can't stand the smell of your sweat!" vira said, Azzam smiled and pulled Vira's body into his arms.

Azzam drowned Vira's face into the chest of his field. Vira thrashed out of Azzam's arms. Instead Azzam was getting closer to Vira.

"Sir Azzam, please let go!" vira said softly, Azzam loosened his embrace.

"I love you, because I believe. My happiness is only with you. Not because of the differences. Don't ever think of leaving me. If you don't want to see my ruin!" azzam said softly, Vira nodded slowly.

"Thank you!" sahut Vira's.