The Injured Heart.
part 23
"Zahira wants istikharah first ma, anyways we only want ta'aruf first, not directly a proposal, this mama is not very impatient" Gergutu.
His mother was just chuckling amused to hear his son's gergutu. Honestly in his heart he really wants Zahira to be married to Razi.
"Some people are sometimes traumatized to start a relationship and they tend to be fearful even before trying. "
Fachrul Razi el Kaady
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This week looks different than the usual weekend. Usually Zahira will continue to work with Nadia, or maybe not even anywhere, just being in the house if his two younger siblings do not take the road.
This time Nadia and her sisters are ready to go to the tunjungan plaza Surabaya, it is still four in the afternoon, but they are neat.
Nadia uses a black hijab, a long white shirt, and long jeans. Both of his sisters are ready. Zahira and her parents were just shaking their heads at the three.
"Huf... You guys want to go there if the cake wants a vacation abroad" said Zahira sighing heavily to see Nadia and her two younger siblings look excessive in his opinion.
The three even laughed a little.
Radit appeared in neat clothes.
"Udah ready? "ask.
Everyone looked up at Radit.
"We are ready, brother" replied Zahira quickly.
Zahira leaves them and goes to her room to pick up the car keys and a credit card. Moments later, Zahira shows up and offers her car keys and credit cards.
"This is his car key. Take his car carefully, do not speed, and he uses this credit card for the goods you will buy" he said at length.
"But we want to use our own money Ra" Radit tried to resist because he felt bad.
"Keep your money for your use after marriage, do not refuse, and leave "Zahira began to rent.
"Thank you Ra" said Radit slowly.
Zahira only nodded with a small smile, after they left for Zahira, and her parents.
"Dad want to eat something? " question Zahira saw her father sitting and staring at her.
"No, I don't need anything, you don't want to go too? " his father asked back.
Zahira just breathed a heavy sigh.
"Zahira wants to go too, but later not now, Zahira has to attend the launching of Zahira's novel, so well don't want to have to go there" he replied looking tired.
His mother stroked Zahira's shoulders affectionately.
"When you get married, you rest at home, let your husband work"
Zahira laughed at her mother's words.
"This mother, if Zahira does not work who takes care of the office? " sanyanya.
"And there's Radit, "the answer is short.
Zahira just closed her eyes because lately she was sleep deprived.
"Where is Razi's invitation? You want ta'aruf to be the same as Razi? " it was his father's turn to ask.
"Zahira wants istikharah first well, "he said short.
"Your money is enough to get married, son Razi is good, his parents are also good with you, so I think Razi's son is suitable for you, moreover, we both know about his family"
Zahira kept her eyes closed even though she heard her father's words.
"Dad same mother do not worry, Zahira is still istikharah, after all we are a matchmaker yah no where" he said slowly.
Zahira was asleep with a sitting position, his mother was about to build her but his father forbade.
"Let him rest, he may be exhausted and sleep-deprived"
His mother did not wake him.
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Zahira is getting ready to go to the event launching her book. It is neat with a blue-colored robe and a matching colored hijab. Not wanting to have trouble when walking Zahira chose to use white shoes that he tied neatly, to cover his face he had prepared a mask that was the same color as his hijab. Zahira picked up her bag and immediately went downstairs after ordering a taxi online.
...
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The game that Zahira wears.
"Mother, Zahira left first, which father?"
Zahira's mother smiled to see that her daughter looked beautiful.
"Yes, be careful, don't go home, you may rest" he reminded.
Zahira nodded then kissed the back of her mother's hand and waited for the online taxi she ordered. Moments later the taxi he ordered had arrived, Zahira was enjoying his ride casually, he checked his cellphone with an apple logo on the bite behind him.
Nadias
Not gone yet?
^^^Zahira^
^^^This is on the road.^^^
Nadias
^^^Zahira^
^^^Yes, all right, what floor is the show?^^^
Nadias
On the third floor.
Call me klo nyampe, I want to invite your sister to eat first.
^^^Zahira^
^^^Yes.^^^
Zahira sighed softly after receiving a message from Nadia. I don't know why the media always kepo when he has always refused to interview.
The sound of Zahira's ringing makes Zahira wake up from her daydream. He scrunched up knowing Razi was calling.
"Hello? " sapa Razi across the street.
"Yes, what's the matter, Raz? "
"Aren't you home? " ask Razi.
"I'm on my way, I have an event" he replied quickly.
"Oh, I thought you'd go to the plaza lord, well that's why I closed the assalamualaikum first"
"Greetings waalaikum"
Zahira sighed softly. He stared at the building along the road. After half an hour he arrived. He immediately rushed to the third floor after calling Nadia.
After fifteen minutes he finally met Nadia.
"Mas, I took Zahira to the launching event first, mas same they yes" said Nadia cengengesan.
"Yes "suthut short and then invite the two Zahira sisters to play.
Nadia and Zahira walk to the launching place of Zahira's novel. There were so many girls and some men waiting for her presence, and some reporters tried several times to ask some questions.
"Mbak Al Mahyra how are you? "
"Mbak Al Mahyra how about a sequel? "
"Where does Al Mahyra work? "
"Why has Al Mahyra never shown itself to the public? "
That's the question of the reporter that makes Zahira dizzy. But luckily Nadia can handle it.
"I'm sorry, ma'am and mas-mas reporters, let her Mbak Al mahyra open the launching of her latest novel first, later mbak and masnya can ask yes" said Nadia so firmly.
Nadia took Zahira to a seat that had been provided by the organizers, and let the fans scream. Zahira also seemed to listen to the moderator who was explaining in detail about his new novel.
"Will anyone tell me about the latest novel by Al Mahyra? " ask the moderator.
Zahira picked up the microphone in front of her and started talking.
"For this novel itself I don't want to explain much well, because actually maybe in my novel this already explains a little how someone is hurt because of Love but what I want to say to anyone, he said, whether for men or for women, never cry for someone who can't even appreciate yourself.Sometimes we love something or love someone very much, but eventually disappear, either left behind or other reasons, but what is clear is that we will better consider everything as a deposit, so that when we feel lost we are not too late in sadness. in any case it would be better we should not overdo it "said Zahira at length.
"May I ask mbak? " said one of the women.
Zahira nodded immediately.
"I've seen from one post on Instagram mbak, which says between a sense of awe and Love, if we like flowers then we will pluck them, and if we love flowers, if we love flowers, we'll take care of him and water him, that means how about you? "
Zahira smiled listening to the woman.
"Okay, for the purpose of the question is actually simple, it means this, when we love someone we will not damage it with things that are not good, for example a man loves a woman, he said, so the man must not destroy it, the man must take care of it, must love it in the right way, in what way? Suppose inviting marriage, because in fact in this era most of Love even damage someone.
women should be treated well, and yes do not equate Love and like, because both things are different, likes are many, while Love is one. both men and women must be able to love properly, because love is never wrong.the way we are sometimes wrong in loving, so we must be able to love in the right way, he said, while awe is different, so make sure when we feel it is awe or love?
Love is something that we should not tarnish, so do not say love if we actually damage someone "he explained to everyone.
Everyone applauded hearing Zahira's explanation.
"Oiya mbak how to make us to be at peace with feelings, in the novel mbak told that the girl tried to forget her injuries by making peace with feelings and the past? "
"In this case we may have to be more accepting, more spacious. Although sometimes we have difficulty accepting reality, but we have to learn from what happened. trying to correct the mistakes, but we have to learn from what happened, our feelings may be very difficult but when we feel hurt read this do'a, allahumma ajurni fii mushibati, waakhlufli khairan minha, o Allah reward me for this calamity, he said, and replace it with a better one than this, try to look at a different point of view when it is difficult to make peace with reality, try to think that what happens must always be in the slippage of wisdom, and rest assured that the scenarios God creates are better than what we planned to be "
Prok prok prok
"Okay please for journalists who want to ask questions "the moderator invites journalists to ask questions.
"Mbak Al mahyra's his job is just a writer or what? I've heard of owning several restaurants and several bakeries" asked one journalist.
"I'm a writer, but my profession is a teacher rather than a teacher but I can't name which teacher is in which school. In addition to what you say is true, I am also a businessman "brief answer that made some people gaped.
"Why Mbak Al Mahyra does not show himself to the public, always covering the face with a mask, even though everyone thinks mbak very beautiful, and some haters think mbak have a bad face, mbak, and posts on Instagram owned mbak no clear photo caption? "
"I just want everyone who likes my work to accept me for who I am, whether I am beautiful or ugly. Most importantly, my work has a message I want to convey, and I want everyone who supports me and loves me to be who I am, to always be, not excessive in the proper sense, not because I am beautiful, so that at some point when I am ready to show myself to everyone, there is no disappointment if I am not in accordance with what you think, and I also want later if met with someone who thinks God is right for me, that person accepts me not because of my success, or my appearance, or my appearance, I want that person to accept me because that's not me because I'm Al Mahyra"
"Wah mbak Al mahyra this is very extraordinary" praised a journalist.
Zahira bowed slightly as a thank you to everyone and everyone present very much.
Well that's how the crowd launched the novel Zahira. Zahira, Nadia and her two younger siblings were brought home at half-eleven in between by Radit.
..."I just want someone who accepts me not because of my physique, or what I have, but to see the side of my heart and accept me because I am not someone else. "...
...Zahira Al - Mahyra...
