The Injured Heart.

The Injured Heart.
part 17's



...Sometimes God tests us not only to test how patiently we are facing it, but also to make us realize that we must learn from the test, because the test comes not only to test, but also to make us realize that we have to learn from the test, but also to give wisdom and lessons....


...Al Mahyras...


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Black flash


  Zahira stepped slowly to meet the man who was going to marry her. He smiled and sat down next to a man named Andri.


"Sorry, I've been with her for a long time"


The man next to him glanced at Zahira's face.


"Ra, I can't marry you"


Deg


Zahira was surprised, he smiled bitterly as if covering up his shock.


"You're kidding, right? " ask Zahira in disbelief.


Andri closed her eyes and stood looking into Zahira's eyes.


"You don't deserve me to marry or love, we're different and we can't be together"


  Zahira glanced at Andri's face, her heart so sick to hear the man before her.


"Why did you propose to me in front of my family? Why have you proposed to me so far? the invitation's in print but you did all this to me and my family"


Zahira looks sad, her tears just flow from her eyelids.


"I was blinded only by Love for a moment, you are actually a woman who does not deserve to be married or loved, I have everything, honor, wealth and everything, but you're just an ordinary person you don't deserve to be with me! " his circus is on Zahira.


Zahira closed her eyes and smiled bitterly, she looked at Andri at a glance then sighed.


"All right go, I tell you, I accept everything and may you be happy" Zahira said, leaving Andri limp in his tears.


  Zahira walked limply into the door of her house, her mother stunned to see her daughter coming in limp and eyes puffy.


"Zahira, why are you, son? " ask her mother approached her daughter followed by her father and her father's brother.


"Mother....  She annulled her marriage to me" she told her family, Zahira hugging her mother and sobbing.


"It's all Zahira's fault that Andri cancelled the wedding" Zahira's aunt said, blaming Zahira.


"What have you done son until son Andri canceled marry you? " ask Zahira's father.


"he must have made a mistake"


"Bec. aa"


  Suddenly Zahira's father fell.


"Ayaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh "


  At the hospital the whole family waited anxiously to see the state of Zahira's father.


"It's all because of you!  You better go! you've put our family to shame and you're responsible for your father's circumstances! " the accusation is uncle Zahira.


"Uncle please don't push Zahira, it's not Zahira's fault, Zahira wants to accompany father" Zahira pleaded with unceasing cries.


Uncle Zahira blocks Zahira's wrist and drags her out of the hospital.


"Get out of here and never come back! "


  Zahira looked at her uncle with teary eyes and slowly stepped out of the hospital.


  Zahira goes to Sidoarjo, he knocks on the door of his rented house and Seen Nadia opens the door for him, Zahira immediately hugs Nadia and tells her everything that happened to her.


Flashback off


  Nadia told everything to Zahira's father, she could not bear to see her best friend continuously resist Zahira's longing for her family.


  Zahira's father and mother, who heard the true story of her daughter, felt very guilty and sad.


  Zahira's mother cried remembering that Zahira had suffered alone.


"Over the last two years Zahira has worked so hard that she has a few shops, a restaurant, a few branches out of town, a teacher who is the most reluctant, has her own office, and a few businesses, until he became the chief director of the company in Malaysia, he is now very rich"


  Nadia laughed remembering that now Zahira could buy whatever she wanted so she did not feel her tears dripping because she was happy.


"Om right now rest, maybe Zahira is in the middle of the mall if Sampek here, your home affairs let us handle"


  Zahira's father smiled with relief at Nadia's words.


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  Zahira walks hurriedly to her father's room in the care. He could not go home last night and was only able to return home at five this morning after a few hours drive from Singapore.


Zahira opened the door of the room where her father was staying and saw the figure of her father being examined and her mother standing next to her.


"Assalamualaikum "


"Wa'alaikumsalam "


  Nadia hugged Zahira tightly because she was happy her best friend came home.


  Zahira walked up to her mother and kissed the back of her hand and hugged her tightly.


"Sorry mom, Zahira's late for home"


"It's okay, son, it's important you get home safe"


  Zahira let go of his embrace and looked at his father. Zahira clasped his father's hand and kissed him.


"Sorry Zahira well, Zahira is really sorry" he regretted.


"You're not wrong son, the wrong father for making you hurt"


Zahira's father stroked Zahira's head in hijab.


"We forget everything yeah, and dad focus the same on dad's health ok"


  Nadia was relieved that finally everything could be finished even though she was worried about something.


In his heart Zahira was very grateful because Nadia had made a misunderstanding both her parents ended, but she felt sad because she could not Pilgrimage to the tomb of the woman she so longed for.


  Zahira let out a heavy sigh, he went out and immediately called Amira.


"Hello? "


"Well, what's wrong, ma'am? "


"Please tell my grandmother that I'm home, my father is sick to eat, I can't stop there" she said, looking uncomfortable.


"Okay ma'am, I'll tell you. "


Zahira let out a heavy sigh then sat in the waiting room.


"Sorry Zahira for not stopping by" she looks sad.


zahira's mother appeared looking at Zahira who was sitting leaning back and closed her eyes.


"what do you think Ra is?" ask mother.


Zahira smiled and shook her head slowly.


"there's no Mom, Ira's just tired"


"don't you stop by the pilgrimage?" ask mother.


"no ma'am, Ira will be there later if I'm healed"


"Alright, let's go inside don't sit here alone"


..."Do not always judge everything that happens based only on what we see or hear, because we do not know what actually happened. "...


...Nadia Safira's....