Tarnished On The Bride's Night

Don't Call My Name

Don't you know I have a new book here yet?

Chapters 1.

Allegedly Related to Online Prostitution, Police Arrest ZA Initial Artist at Luxury Hotel Jakarta Pusat – Breaking News.

From the information obtained, the three suspects are suspected to be two pimps and an artist with the initials ZA.

Until now, there has been no information from the police regarding the following news.

Rayyan put her phone on the table after reading a recent viral news and Wara-wiri appeared on her social media homepage. He also did not think, the woman who had been close to him for a few days, turned out to be a ....

Yes, so bad the ZA initials woman he knew well, even though his religious knowledge was quite minimal.

“I didn't think you were like that. I thought, you're a good woman. Apparently not. It's wrong that I slightly wish that you had changed.”

Somewhat annoyed, the 26-year-old man then packed his books that were on the table to immediately leave the place. At his own family's cafe. He really likes to study there because the atmosphere is more pleasant than in his own home. Because, he was always disturbed by the noise of his three sisters.

But as he went out, the woman who had just been reported as such, actually appeared before him. He is Zara Angel Purnawirawan, often called Zara by people including himself. He is almost 30 years old, a very mature age for a woman. But still very childish and have an unguided life due to lack of affection from his parents.

Zara was dressed in a covered dress wearing a scarf that was just put on her head. Rayyan was sure, she looked like that only when she was in front of him. Because based on the photos circulating, Zara always wears ordinary clothes while filming.

“Assalamualaikum, Ustaz,” say smile.

“Waalaikumsalam.”

“I know Ustaz must be here, again learn to study later tonight. I want to go back to this.” The woman who initials ZA held out a book fiqih women who lent him some time ago, “I've read it to the end and almost memorized everything. Thanks, yes!”

“You save it,” replied Rayyan reluctantly to accept it.

“Oh, is this for me?” asked the woman to make sure and saw the man in front of her nodding his head, “ya already, once again thanks. Next I'll read it again if I forget. You want to go home?”

“Already, right?” ask Rayyan, “does there anything else you want to talk about?”

The smile on Zara's face instantly faded away, the man she had known so far was friendly and suddenly turned cold and different. Have I ever done anything wrong? Inner guessed.

“No,” replied Zara lowering her head. From her face, the woman looked a little disappointed.

“Ya, already. I want to go home,” said Rayyan stepped foot leaving the woman who was silent confused.

Do not want to be in the midst of curiosity, Zara also chased after him and reflexively called him without pinning the title, “Rayyan!”

Rayyan stopped and looked.

“Wait.”

“I think, we have no business. If you want to understand the science of religion further, you can enter the pesantren or if you can go to study wherever there is. Don't chase me like this, like I owe you.”

“Ngejar?” zara asked inexhaustibly. Their meeting during this time Zara believed it was not because she was chasing him—but it was just a coincidence.

“I'm not chasing you. I just want to go back to this book.” Zara showed me the book that was still in her hand. “Sorry if I make you uncomfortable.”

Unable to get a response, Zara again said, “Ray, if I have any wrong, I'm sorry.”

Rayyan glanced at him. It sounded smooth after the man shook his head like a person in astonishment at the unpleasant behavior, before finally stepping back away.

“Rayyan!” call Zara doesn't like to be ignored like that. But this time, Rayyan turned her head with a hardened jaw. It was seen that the man was holding back a tinge of anger that made Zara even more confused. What's wrong?

A little long Rayyan was silent, before now he said in a soft voice, but so pressing, “Do not ever say my name again, especially in public.”

DEG....

Like twisted. Zara's tears instantly shed a split second after listening to the statement.

“I remind you once again, never say my name,” Rayyan repeated firmly.

“But what's my fault? If there is, let me know so I can introspect.”

“Just imagine we never knew.”

“Why?” asked Zara with tears that she could no longer bear, “are you afraid your reputation as an ustaz will be ruined if they find out you are friends with sinners like me?”

Rayyan is seen swallowing her saliva, but has no desire to open any sound other than to leave from before her. Until then, it just passed. Leaving behind Zara who was still standing at that spot.

‘Am I that low in your eyes?’ inner Zara is very painful, ‘everyone will be ashamed to be friends with me because of the cheap news.’

At the time of the raid, Zara happened to be there for a meeting with someone. He was later named as one of the suspects. He only realized that he was trapped by people after he knew, the promised person did not come.

Zara is released after being found not guilty. However, the news had already spread, and his name was already bad. Especially during this time Zara is known as a controversial artist. Make what he does always wrong and harvest blasphemy. Maybe breathing is wrong, he thought.

Of the few cases, there are the most criticized; endorse fake cosmetics, plastic surgery, cross opinions with netizens, his feud with other artists, and the last, involved cases of prostitution. Unfortunately, everyone thought he was paying the men in uniform to release him.

After Rayyan left from his presence, Zara went back into her car in the parking lot. She was crying in there. I don't know why he was so sad today. Rayyan's words just now that sounded so hurt her heart. And she realized there were other feelings that were starting to grow—more than just friends.

“Why does everyone hate me? Do I not deserve to be friends with anyone?”

Zara then drove her car to a pharmacy. Wearing a mask and a veil to avoid being recognized by people, he went down to buy as much paracetamol as possible. Arriving at home, he chugged at her at one time simultaneously.

There were many burdens and problems that he was thinking about. I don't know a silly idea from mana—but he is sure this way can end all his suffering so far. Yeah, he hopes so.

A few minutes later, the woman showed the signs or reactions she expected. Abdominal pain, nausea, diarrhea, then chest pain that is very. Until finally, his body began to weaken and collapsed on the floor of the room with a foaming mouth.

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Chapters 2.

“Waalaikumsalam, Son,” answered him as soon as Rayyan said hello. Then, kiss the hands of his mother who was still beautiful at the age of almost fifty years.

“Tumben quiet, on where to, Ma?” rayyan said she wanted to ask her three sisters.

“Against going all, there are college assignments, there are more playing with his friends, there are those who go as Papa buy food outside.”

After sitting down, the man was immediately treated to a warm drink in front of him. He understood, if it was like this, surely his mother would say something. Moreover, he was already sitting next to her now.

“What's up, Ma?” rayyan asked for her mother to say it right now.

“You always know that Mama has a grandpa,” Vita smiled and rubbed his son's shoulder, “ya, there are indeed things that Mama wants to say to you. It's about you with Zara.”

Rayyan gasped when her mother mentioned the name. A beautiful woman who recently adorned her days.

“What is your relationship with him to the extent?”

“We never had any relationship, Ma,” replied Rayyan to make her mother breathe a sigh of relief.

Not without reason Vita asked that. She often sees pictures of her son and the woman in the same program or event. Not even a few comments that match the two and hope Rayyan can change Zara for the better. Vita is a very sensitive person and knows her child better than herself. There were different looks when they were talking together.

This is what he is worried about, Zara is a public figure who has no achievements other than controversy. He disagreed if his son was with such a woman. There are many good women out there that Rayyan can choose from.

All parents want only the best. He was tired of taking care of it day and night, educating it with care, financing it abroad. It felt that if he could determine, that was not the daughter-in-law he wanted. Moreover—usia Zara is much older compared to her son. Yes—although if seen-look fit and peer with Zara Angel. It is common knowledge, an artist must have expensive treatments behind his perfect appearance.

“Sorry .. shouldn't Mama ask like that. But frankly, this is what we've been worried about since yesterday.”

“No papa, Ma,” replied Rayyan smilingly looking at the first woman she loved.

“How is your relationship with Hamidah?” ask Vita again.

Hamidah is a woman who has been pinned an engagement ring a few months ago from the match between her parents. Yes, they know each other and are pretty good friends. Yudha and Vita themselves never forced their children to accept. If not, they don't matter. They are only worried that, at this age, his son has never been seen close to a woman.

But at that time Rayyan agreed because sure, his parents know the best for him— and love, will definitely come if you get used to it.

But to this day, Vita and Yudha see their relationship as still gray. The two did not look earnest to proceed to the next level.

“What can't be fixed anymore?” Vita is worried, her son becomes a cowardly figure who does not want to move to make all this clear.

“He himself broke the cord by blocking my phone contact, without me knowing the cause. When I met her, her family always said no. I don't know what to do.”

“Mama asks you to quickly solve your problem. Don't be left like this, there should be clarity.”

“But for a while I haven't been able to. Still busy, Ma. There's still a lot of business to be done. Not good if you have to go back and forth to his house. Not appreciated it's a shame.”

“Iya, Mama knows,” said Vita finally understood the heartbreak of her first son. The two talked a lot about their activities today and what their younger siblings plan to do in the future by letting the TV in front of them stay on.

“Umar wants S2 in Yemen. Zunaira remains here, but if Mauza wants to get married immediately she said,” said Vita made Rayyan chuckle.

“Still small, already have aspirations of getting married.”

“She's been lazy school or thinking again. He wants to have a husband like his father or his brother, he said, so there is no need to bother school. So if you want to know many things, just learn from her husband.”

“Hopefully so.”

“Mauza is different. Twins are as bar-bar as your opa. Zunai Kalem fashion. Mama and Papa are very careful when talking to him. He has a soft heart. Easily touched. Duh, Mama and Papa are not willing if Zunai match equally rude people. In the future if you want to accept applications people must be selective.”

Rayyan simply smiled and nodded her head in response to her mother's words. But this time their conversation stopped because they heard news that was none other than the television screen. Which explains that:

“Alleged suicide, artist named Zara Angel throat 17 tablets of the drug to overdose. Zara was found lying on the bedroom floor of her own home with a foaming mouth condition. He is currently in a critical condition and has been taken to Adyaksa.” hospital

“Yes Allah ... Innanilah,” said Vita was surprised to stare at the television with her hands clenched. Not expecting, that the artist who was being talked about lately because of his case, now chose to end his life.

This is what Rayyan felt. He was equally shocked even though the man did not show it. A few hours ago, they just met. Suddenly he felt so guilty that their meeting just now was so bad.

‘Ya Rabb .. What did my speech and treatment of her just got too much?’

“Hopefully he is still safe, yes,” said Vita again, “definitely he is severely depressed because of yesterday's news. Whether it's true or not, but pity as well, anyway. Maybe everyone has sins, but if the disgrace is known to everyone must be sad.”

Rayyan's dilemma. Wanted to visit her, but was afraid that the news would appear in the media and thought they had a relationship. If he doesn't visit, he feels guilty.

“I want to go inside first, Ma,” said Rayyan was in a hurry and immediately went into the room. There, he immediately looks for Zara's cell phone contact to contact her. He believes Zara is with her manager now.

“Iya, who is this?” voice out from across as soon as the phone is connected.

“Is there no name in there?”

“There is only the letter R here.”

“My name is Ray, I'm just one of his male friends who wants to know how Zara is doing now.”

“Zara is still on IGD, for my own news I can not be sure,” he said.

“Can I see him?”

“Sorry, for a few days it has not been able to. Anything else to talk about? If there is none, I close.”

“Good, thank you.”

Phone's closed. He rubbed his face in frustration, “Yes Allah, forgive me for being too arrogant this .. surely he was shocked by my words.”

Therefore, Rayyan immediately prepared. He took the keys and headed to the hospital where Zara was handled without care that Grace's manager had refused.