The Injured Heart.
part 26's
"Al Mahyra is... "
"Non is called mother"
The voice of Zahira's domestic assistant makes Zahira not so tell Razi, Zahira just urges slowly.
"I live first" Zahira said, then went to her mother's room.
"Sometimes to tell the truth is too difficult, if the truth ends up harming me I myself will later regret it. "
Zahira Al Mahyra's
***
Zahira stared at the atmosphere at her grandmother's house in relief. The atmosphere of his grandmother's house is very comfortable, and cool. Well, Zahira has arrived in malaysia around three o'clock.
Zahira stepped slowly down the stairs and saw her grandmother enjoying a cup of tea and biscuits. Zahira approached her grandmother, she sat down near her grandmother and smiled.
"For grandma" she said.
"Morning too dear" he replied and stroked Zahira's head wrapped in hijab.
"Where are your father, your mother and your sister? " he asked and looked at his grandson.
"Alhamdulillah good grandma, grandma herself is better, right? " Zahira asked back.
"Grandmother is healthy, let alone you are here, grandma misses you" said Zahira's grandmother then hugged her grandson and Zahira returned his grandmother's embrace.
"Grandmother has breakfast? "
"Not yet"
Zahira let go of his embrace.
"Grandma wait here, Zahira will cook for grandma"
Zahira's grandmother nodded and Zahira went to her grandmother's spacious kitchen.
Zahira wants to cook rendang, chicken soy sauce, chicken opor and egg balado.
After an hour in the kitchen, all the dishes Zahira had cooked were ready at the dinner table, she invited her grandmother to eat with her grandmother's housekeeper.
"Grandma's so glad you're here, by the way how's your job there? Your office your shop and cafe?" ask her grandmother in between meals.
"Well Grandma, and Zahira wants to ask for grandma's do'a" Zahira said, then finished.
Zahira's grandmother looked at Zahira as if asking. Zahira's grandmother then finished her meal and let her domestic assistant clean up all the food in front of her.
"What did you mean, darling? " he asked so gently.
Zahira sighed softly.
"Zahira wants ta'aruf nek, there are ngajakin Zahira ta'aruf, so Ira asked his do'a so that in love the best way. later in the afternoon Zahira wants to go to the grave mama wants to ask do'a "he said.
Zahira's grandmother approached Zahira and stroked her shoulders.
"Whatever makes you happy must be grandma do'a right, and hopefully the man can take care of you and make you happy"
Zahira smiled at her grandmother.
"Grandma breaks at Zahira's house to go to the office to check the situation at the office, grandma is okay Zahira stay? " ask Zahira.
"Go, grandma wants to rest, you be careful" he said, leaving Zahira.
***
Zahira stepped slowly into his company, he was warmly welcomed by all employees here.all employees here have been very long with his beautiful boss.
Zahira smiled slightly and greeted some of his employees. Zahira entered the elevator to go to her room on the twelfth floor.
Ting
Zahira got out of the elevator and headed straight for her room. Zahira stared in annoyance as she saw Amira along with Fakhira and Muhammad, her own cousins.
The woman, whose real name is Fakhira Achmad, immediately hugged Zahira.
"I miss "he cried and let go of his embrace and looked at Zahira.
Zahira rolled her eyes lazily and sat down on the sofa.
"You can't go straight to Grandma's house to see me? Why should I meet you at the office? " he asked and then grunted.
Fakhira and Muhammad just laughed.
"I'm afraid I'm angry with my grandmother because I didn't want to go there"
Zahira snorted annoyedly at the reason given by Fakhira.
"If Ra were you angry, you rarely come here and gather with us" Muhammad tried to persuade.
Zahira just sighed softly and then nodded.
"There is no ma'am" she replied, to Zahira, "You may go" he told Amira.
Amira left Zahira's room. Zahira sighed softly and looked at the two cousins alternately.
"Why are you staring at us? " ask Fakhira.
Zahira just shook her head.
"You met me in what order? Don't usually meet me, are you usually busy working? " ask Zahira then.
"Oh my goodness, you really are! you go to Malaysia where there meet us, in your mind it's just work and work.you just klo klon always say busy, again meeting with clients, again ngajar, again ngajar, again the presentation and others.you always reason klo we invite to meet"
Fakhira is upset with Zahira who thinks he is a workaholic.
"You're crazy for work now! do you have a problem until you're always busy ?"
Zahira let out a cold snort hearing Fakhira's words.
"Let's go for a walk "ask her who was immediately greeted enthusiastically by Fakhira and Muhammad.
They move from the room Zahira, once the streets enjoy the view of the country of his mother is not it?
Zahira, Fakhira and Muhammad went to the mall in Malaysia, Zahira saw some hijab models there, he also invited Fakhira to buy it.
Around one o'clock in the afternoon Zahira decided to invite Fakhira and Muhammad to eat after the dzuhur prayer in the mall.
Zahira already carries some paper bags in his hands, and sits in a cafe that has provided various typical Malaysian food and drinks.
"Where are you Ra? " ask Fakhira on the sidelines waiting for their order to come.
"Thank God be good" he replied shortly.
Zahira looked around the mall and vaguely it was like seeing people he knew.
"Rho? "
"Rho? "
Zahira did not pay much attention to Fakhira and Muhammad called him. Fakhira and Muhammad looked at each other, and Fakhira called him back because the food he ordered had come.
"Zahira's?
"Yes? " Zahira gasped when she realized that the meal she ordered was already in front of her.
"Let's eat" he asked who was nodded by fakhira and Muhammad who looked confused to see Zahira's behavior
After eating Zahira, Fakhira and Muhammad walked home.
"Let me take it" said Fakhira intending to drive Zahira home, but Zahira shook her head.
"I've called Mira to pick me up, besides I have a little work" he refused subtly.
"But where is Mira? " tanya Fakhira who was frowning staring around but did not see Mira.
"Still on the road, you guys, I'm okay"
"Totally? "
"Yes, really, have you come home with greetings to aunt"
"You're playing at dong's house"
"Tomorrow if there are no meetings"
Fakhira nodded and got into the car that Muhammad had taken from the parking lot. Fakhira waved her hand and got into the car, and for a while her car was already on the road.
Zahira sighed and looked at the groceries in her hand. Sometimes Zahira sees the road because she is waiting for Mira.
"Zahira"
Zahira looked around when he heard someone say his name, but no one but the people who passed by just like that.
But Zahira felt that someone was touching her back, and Zahira turned to see who had touched her back.
For a second, two seconds, three seconds, one minute Zahira was silent looking at a woman his mother's age but older and a man he knew very well Andri.
The woman who turned out to be Andri's mother was staring intensely at Zahira's appearance, her eyes squeaking when she saw Zahira's hand carrying so many groceries.
"Well, are you here? Got your money to shop here?" tanyanya is so sarcastic.
"Well, "Andri tried to rebuke his mother.
Zahira only let out a heavy sigh, for some reason she felt claustrophobic looking at this man before her.
"Sometimes I wonder to those who always look upon all men with treasures, are not men not worth the abundance of treasures?"
Zahira Al Mahyra's
