The Injured Heart.

part 24's

"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 therefore I'm not someone else."

Zahira Al Mahyra's

                          ***

   Zahira let out a long sigh as she had to return to her super busy activities.

Zahira stared at a picture frame, the pose of a woman holding a two-year-old child. Zahira rubbed the picture frame slowly and smiled small.

"Zahira kangen with mama" he said slowly.

"When you miss going for a pilgrimage to your mama's grave, your mama must also miss you "said her mother who suddenly was behind her.

Zahira looked at the woman he called with a sincere smile, and her mother approached Zahira.

"You're not busy going to visit your mother's grave and maybe your grandmother misses you "

Zahira let out a heavy sigh again and leaned her head on the woman who was actually her stepmother.

"Tomorrow I will go there ma'am, all you ask do'a mama because Zahira will start something that in shayah Allah will be a new journey in Ira bu's life" he said.

  Zahira is not actually his biological child, Zahira's biological mother has died since she was just three years old. Her own biological mother was Malaysian and her father Indonesian.when her mother died her father met her stepmother. His mother was very kind and took care of Zahira with great affection, and eventually his father married his stepmother.

After marrying his stepmother his father moved to Indonesia and settled here even though Zahira's grandmother was so heavy-hearted away from her granddaughter, but her grandmother could only accept her father's decision.

  From the marriage of his father and stepmother was born Ali and Fatah. Because her stepmother was so kind, Zahira felt like she had a real mother and loved her very much, and no one ever knew that Zahira was actually his stepson because her mother did not love Zahira like her own biological child.

"Thank you ma'am, I've loved Zahira all this time.Even consider Zahira like her own child, Zahira feels like her own mother"

Zahira's mother smiled as she stroked Zahira's shoulder.

"Mother who feels very lucky to have a stepchild like you, good, beautiful, responsible, pinter, and also very dear to the family. your mother must have been a very good person, so she gave birth to a child as good as you, Ra,"

Zahira grunted softly hearing her mother praise her. His mother only chuckled softly at the attitude of her stepson.

"Wake there, I've made breakfast below, pity Nadia nyariin you from earlier, "he said gently rubbing Zahira's head covered with hijab.

Zahira nodded slowly then immediately went into the bathroom after her mother left her room.

Fifteen years later Zahira was tidy to go to teach because it was Monday. Zahira immediately sat down at the dining table which looked like her family and Nadia was waiting for her.

Everyone ate in silence, until Zahira's voice was heard asking Nadia.

"Where's your thesis Nad? "

"Alhamdulillah my thesis received, I just wait for the lecturer to contact me" replied Nadia enthusiastically.

  Zahira nodded her head and continued to eat, after Zahira looked at Nadia.

"You're not going anywhere today, are you? " his question to Nadia who was immediately nodded by Nadia.

"You buy me a plane ticket to Malaysia, if you have a flight tonight, or not tomorrow morning"

Nadia glared sharply at Zahira, not usually Zahira went to malaysia impromptu.usually the one who arranged his departure to malaysia was Amira, his assistant in malaysia.

"You have a meeting in the office there?" he was carefully afraid of asking wrongly.

"No, you just order a plane ticket, the rest I take care of. You call me klo already got the ticket, I want to teach you all nganter my sister" he said toilet which made Nadia immediately nodded quickly.

Zahira immediately said goodbye to her parents and left with her two younger siblings. While Nadia stared at Zahira's departure with question marks.

"What the hell is in Malaysia, he does not usually go to Malaysia impromptu that, usually once a month, even if he goes to Singapore he always stops by malaysia" he asked himself.

"Nak Nadia, Zahira went to Malaysia for a pilgrimage to her mother's grave, and her grandmother's "mother Zahira explained.

"What?? " nadia said so loudly in surprise, but when she realized her screaming voice Nadia smiled clumsily. "Sorry tan Nadia reflexes, but not her Zahira son om same aunt huh? "

Zahira's mother shook her head slowly.

"Zahira was a son of om, but Zahira was not a aunt's son, her mother died when Zahira was three years old in Malaysia, and after five months her mother died and Zahira's father married a aunt, a year after the new marriage we moved here, in Surabaya" he explained at length.

Nadia nodded in understanding. Now he understood the photo of who Zahira was displaying in his room, it was a photo of his mother turned out, it just deserved to be so similar to Zahira. But Nadia never suspected that the woman Zahira called her mother turned out to be her stepmother, because the two looked very close.

Nadia becomes suspicious that Zahira's office in Malaysia belongs to her mother, or her mother's inheritance.

"Nadia really did not expect klo aunt is stepmother Zahira, because Zahira and aunty are very familiar, and look very affectionate.because Zahira called aunt mother, aunt good people. "

                            ***

  Radit sighed softly when he reached Razi's house, he felt he had to talk to Zahira about his work, Radit did not want to if he had to teach while taking care of office work.

The sound of footsteps approached him, but he chose to sit down and closed his eyes because he was tired.

"Why does Dit look so tired? " ask Razi and sit down near Radit.

Radit confirmed his seat then looked at Razi at a glance and then sighed heavily.

"I'm tired of teaching while then taking care of Zahira's office, it feels like my head is dizzy because I have to divide time.I'm afraid I can not be responsible and even harm myself, I was afraid, my profession is actually my right job, and I do not want to harm Zahira because she has done so much for me" he complained.

"Choose one of your jobs, so that you don't get burdened "Razi tries to give you advice.

Again Radit sighed slowly.

"That's it, Nadia said I wanted Zahira to go to Malaysia today, so I can't talk this over to her"

"Well? " ask Razi.

Radit spread his shoulders a sign he didn't know why.

"And I wanted to ask what answer I had to ta'aruf"

Radit looked at Razi who looked slightly disappointed.

"May I ask Raz? "

Razi nodded.

"You sure you want ta'aruf with Zahir?, I just want to make sure that Zahira is with the right person" his Jeda briefly. "Before you were amazed by Al Mahyra, and now you want ta'aruf with Zahira.I just don't want to be when you and Zahira are together, I just don't want to be, then you see the figure of Al Mahyra and turn away from Zahira, I don't want to see him feel his name hurt again, for me he's too good to be hurt"

Razi listened well to Radit's words, he understood that Radit was very concerned with Zahira.but he was determined to always make Zahira happy, and would not make her cry, indeed Razi did not like to see Zahira cry.

"I've decided to live my life with Zahira, if you say that in the end Al Mahyra appears, well I still want to be with Zahira no matter what the circumstances, anyway what am I busy looking for? it is better to settle on one" Razi explained at length.

Radit was relieved after Razi explained, he felt sure Razi could take care of Zahira and also make her happy.

"You sure you don't care about Al Mahyra anymore? " ask Radit trying to be sure back.

Razi nodded slowly. "Focus on the relationship that I want to live in, Dit, I want to take responsibility for my words, my principles, and also commit to myself and Zahira, too, I want to have a true relationship with Allah ridhoi Dit"

Radit smiled at Razi's words and hugged him and was countered by Razi.

..."Some bonds are sometimes tighter than blood bonds, because sometimes bonds are created not only because of blood relationships, but from the pure in undergoing bonding until the relationship is formed tighter even though there is no blood bond. "...

...Nadia Safira's...