The Injured Heart.

part 34's

"Because I never stop hoping that after being hurt I will be met with the right person according to God, to accompany me throughout the journey of my life. "

Zahira Al Mahyra's

    

                            ***

Early in the morning Zahira was ready to go to teach because Monday was the time to teach.

Zahira even woke up from three o'clock because she had to get ready to prepare breakfast for both her cousin and her aunt.

Five o'clock is ready for his uniform.

  As Zahira was sitting eating bread and a glass of milk, Fakhira appeared and was still wearing her nightgown and short hijab.

His eyes glared at Zahira who was neatly wearing a teaching uniform, Fakhira then sat down near Zahira.

"Where are you going Ra? " he asked, he took a glass and filled it with water and drank it after sitting back near Zahira.

"You go out in time because tomorrow you just do not work" he replied short and drank milk in front of him.

Fakhira nodded and watched Zahira who had finished eating and tidying up the glasses and plates she was using.

"Where are you going today? " it was Zahira's turn to ask Fakhira.

"Maybe just around Surabaya, hanging out at the cafe"

Zahira just quietly listened and took the key in the drawer.

"I went out first if I want to eat everything on the table, and if you need something, just ask your aunt and tell my aunt I've left already" he then left Fakhira who was able to understand.

  Around lunchtime Zahira was struggling in front of her laptop. Occasionally Zahira glanced at the several teachers passing by in front of him.

So focused he did not hear the sound of message notifications on his cellphone. Well that's how Zahira was when she typed the story. Suddenly the sound of her phone ringing diverted her.

Zahira looked at the screen on her phone and saw Razi's name. Zahira glanced at the clock on her wrist already at two in the afternoon. Without thinking long Zahira immediately raised it.

"Assalamualaikum "

"Waalaikum greetings, what's up Raz?"

"Where are you? "

"Again at school, this again in my room what is it? "

"I thought you were in the office"

Zahira sighed softly hearing the name of the office he was very tired of taking care of work in the office, not to mention last night he was complained because it had been four days the story was not updated. and now you have to go teaching from Surabaya to Sidoarjo, it feels like Zahira is very tired of working.

"Zahira"

Zahira was ripped from her daydream.

"Yes, what's the matter, Raz? "

"I'll wait at your house for the mall"

  Zahira sighed while poking at her temple.

"Tonight I have a lot of work tomorrow afternoon, how? at lunchtime we had lunch together near my office? "

"All right, I'll see you tomorrow"

Zahira ends her conversation with Razi, forgetting to ask if Razi's parents and his siblings have gone home or not. Without thinking, Zahira immediately sent a message to Razi.

Zahira

Raz, are you home?

After that Zahira re-typed while waiting for a reply from Razi.

Ting..

Zahira immediately saw a reply to a message from Razi.

^^^Razi^^^

^^^Udah, eleven o'clock I'm at your house, it looks like there are guests in your house. but I don't know the hell I entered the car directly home.^^^

Zahira smiled slightly and replied to a message from Razi.

Zahira

  After sending a message to Razi Zahira immediately re-typed on his laptop.

                            ***

  Around five in the afternoon Zahira had just arrived at his house with a tired face. Zahira walked slowly into her house and saw that everyone was gathering in the living room.

"Assalamualaikum "

"Waalaikum salam "

Everyone looked closely at Zahira's already tangled appearance, her face looking extremely tired.

"Ra Ra, your face is already on the shirt cake not in the iron" chirped Fakhira who immediately made Zahira glare sharply.

"Anyone when you talk tired of knowing!" his scolding on Fakhira because it has been said like clothes do not iron.

"You took a shower, it was late in the afternoon" it was her mother's turn to ask Zahira to take a shower.

Zahira agreed with her mother and immediately rushed to the stairs leading to her room.

The next night after dinner with his family Zahira immediately returned to his study, he again struggled in front of his laptop and work files.

  Occasionally Zahira yawns due to sleepiness, which is true lately is lack of rest and lack of sleep it feels he is very tired because he is busy working.

It didn't feel like eleven o'clock at night, but Zahira still stayed with her work and she yawned again due to sleepiness.

Zahira glanced at the clock on the wall of the room, it was almost twelve, Zahira decided to sleep and clean up the file that had been disheveled.

Zahira turned off the lights in her study and walked to her room which was only one room apart.

And when opening the door of his room look futira who was watching a movie drakor through a laptop in his room.

Zahira shook her head slowly and threw her body on the bed, it was already night and her cousin was still Faithful watching the drama.

"You don't want to sleep Ra?  It was half twelve" said Zahira, who had begun to close her eyes.

"Still wanting to watch a movie first, anyways I'm not sleepy" said Fakhira who coolly sat leaning on Zahira's bedroom bed, and her eyes focused on seeing the movie she was watching.

"Can be continued tomorrow watch the movie, besides you are not going anywhere, except tomorrow you want to come with me to the office "

Fakhira immediately grunted softly hearing the name of the office, well Fahira was very unhappy with the office work, according to him the work was very boring and tiring.

"Well, are you going to the office?  Oh, oh ogah! I'm allergic to office work.anything if mama saw me watching a movie must be mama nagging "

"Why? " asked Zahira who then opened her eyes and turned to look at Fakhira.

"Mama always wanted me to work to be independent, since I graduated from college my mom always asked me to work, whether in your office, in your office or work in your grandfather's office" he explained at length.

Zahira immediately woke up and sat down leaning back.

"Actually you and your mom have a problem what the hell? I see you're the same aunt always arguing especially about work"

Zahira asked, making Fakhira close her laptop and look straight at her eyes.

"I wanted to continue my studies in Singapore, but my mom didn't want to go and tell me to work, that's why we were always arguing, you wanted me to work while I wanted to continue my studies"

Now Zahira understood the reason for the end and the tantenya was always arguing.

"Mama said I should be able to follow my mother's wishes and work at papa or grandpa's company, even though I just want to continue college, my happiness. can they not understand my wishes and my happiness?" the word Fakhira sounded soft.

Zahira looked at her cousin, her eyes were already beginning to tear up.

"Why don't you want to work?  Besides, how difficult it is to follow the wishes of your parents, you also want to make them happy, right? "

Fakhira nodded slowly.

"Their desires don't necessarily want me either, and what makes them happy doesn't necessarily make me happy either, I also want to make them happy, but in my own way" his weakness made Fakhira bowed to hold back her cries.

Zahira could only look at her cousin's pity.

"I don't know that, which I understand that all parents want the best for their children, want to see their children happy, although not necessarily the good ones they think are not necessarily good according to their children, and not necessarily happy according to them happy also for us"

Zahira hugged Fakhira.

"Have not been sad, later I help talk to aunty now it's malem let's sleep" said Zahira then invite Fakhira to sleep.

..."I wonder to those who choose to be happy with their own choices and not see if happy parents are happy too, if you can make happy by making your parents happy too, he said, why did you choose to be happy yourself? "...

...Zahira Al - Mahyra....