The Injured Heart.
part 3
..."Sometimes we think to be happy is very difficult, but now I realize that happiness is very simple, not as complicated and as difficult as our thinking. "...
...Zahira Al - mahyra....
***
Zahira stepped slowly through the back door in her shop, walking towards her room that read Al Mahyra.
Moments later he came out to see the staff of his shop who was busy serving buyers, Zahira glanced at Nadia and Radit who were sitting by the window, then Zahira approached them.
"You didn't order anything? " question Zahira saw their table was still empty without any drinks.
"Which message can we order? " Nadia asked back.
Zahira looked at Nadia with a flat face while calling her employees.
"Ta, make two apple juices the same bread that is most loved." said Zahira to his employees.
"Good ma'am" said the waiter, leaving behind Zahira, Nadia and Radit.
"You guys stay first yeah, I want to see my sister first. You guys order what you like later I'm here again"
Zahira takes the car keys out of Radit's hand and leaves.
"Be careful when you drive Ra "
Zahira smiled at Nadia and then came out.
Zahira parked his car in front of a cafe, he walked into the cafe casually, his lips smiling when he saw a man waiting for him.
"A long wait for Al? " asked Zahira to the man sitting in front of her.
the man turned his head towards Zahira then a perfect smile came out of his lips.
The man was Muhammad Ali the younger brother of Zahira, the man kissed the back of Zahira's hand and the two sat down.
"Did you order something to eat? " ask Zahira to her sister.
"No, Ali was waiting" he answered the man with a mischievous laugh.
"Let's order a meal first, order the food you like"
"really? " ask Ali with a happy face.
"Yes, klo want to wrap is also okay, order it later mbak pay. "
"Eum.. All right, klo"
Zahira and Ali ate in silence, after Zahira finished looking at her sister with a smiling face when she saw the food she packed to take home very much.
"You want Al? Do you want to eat again or what? "
Ali seemed to be thinking but a moment later he smiled.
"Bak came home with me, huh? " take him to Zahira.
At once Zahira bowed and looked grim.
Zahira took the money from her bag that she had prepared she gave it to Ali.
"Al, this money please love to mother.if you are less connected mbak yes, problems go home you do not worry, mbak definitely go home but not now"
Ali sighed because he was sure Zahira would reject him.
"Alright "he said yes.
"Come home on Saturday, take Fatah but ask permission first with dad"
"Father same mother misses the same mbak, it has been two years more mbak did not go home, and there are those who want Ali to convey the same mbak" Ali looks sad.
"What do you want to say? " ask Zahira with a face full of question marks.
"Eummmm... Please buy Ali a motor" he said so slowly.
"Why was your old bike? "
"Motors are sold to pay off debt"
Zahira is stunned to feel guilty towards her family, she shouldn't have run away from her family just because she was hurt and feeling disappointed.
"Alright, you go home now, you can order an online taxi to drive you home, motorcycle problems later mbak buy. "
"Thank you mbak"
Zahira smiled and hugged her sister guiltily, for ignoring her family.
After meeting his sister Zahira back to his cake shop and coming home with Nadia and Radit, all the way he just silently thought about Ali's words.
At about twelve o'clock in the evening Zahira was still not asleep, sitting by the window staring at the night so silent.
"Not sleeping Ra? " tanya Nadia then approached Zahira.
"Not yet sleepy" he replied.
"What do you think? Is your family okay? I've seen since meeting your sister, you seem silent "
Zahira let out a long sigh and looked sad.
"What you're saying is that really, I shouldn't have been so late in disappointment, I shouldn't have kept this up. Stay away from my family, even I ignored them, and forgot my obligations as the oldest child, she said, neglect my responsibilities until they suffer "
Zahira's tears began to fall.
"I'm so selfish, I'm so mean to them. Here I live well, have a shop, have two houses, have a restaurant, have a brilliant career, but I ignore my family because I'm hurt, and avoid them because of the constant selfishness that I call shame"
Nadia hugged Zahira with teary eyes.
"Ra, you can still fix it, it's not too late, you can still make them happy "
"Stop crying, during the holidays you will come home, after all the new year holidays, you can spend your vacation time there, but you are not afraid. "
"Thank you" said Zahira smiling.
"Ra, you have to be able to face what has happened, you have to be able to accept everything, if you run continuously, you will not be able to continue life even though your career is successful"
"Yes I understand, in shay'ah Allah from now on I will try to move forward"
"I have some good news for you "
"What good news? " ask Zahira frowning.
"Your novel titled Cinta in the rainy season will be released into a film" said Nadia looked very happy.
"Allah, O Allah, I grieve for him "
"I'll just have to talk about it, but to sign the contract, the manager asks you to come and sign it directly"
Zahira seemed to be thinking about her and was still wondering whether she should come along or not .
"Well, " said Zahira and sighed.
"Sleep, tomorrow I'll take care of the cooperation contract"
Nadia then left Zahira in her room, while Zahira was still silent, he took a photo perched on the nightstand.
"Ira kangen mah, Zahira felt guilty "the lyrics slowly embraced the photo.
***
The next day at lunchtime Zahira was struggling in his room, he was still focused on his laptop and busy typing so that noise disturbed him, even though it was a break, children are usually busy in the school cafeteria.
Zahira came out of his room and saw his students hysterically looking at the man who was being mobbed by his students because of the man's good looks.
"Are these kids out of work until the guy gets mobbed? " he thought to himself and went back in and focused on his laptop.
Zahira is still struggling on her laptop because she has no schedule to teach in the second hour, she is still focused on typing occasionally she fix her glasses until a man calls her.
"Sorry where Diana's mom is? " ask the man in front of the door of Zahira's room.
"Just ask the other teachers" Zahira said without taking her eyes off her laptop and still typing.
"But no other teacher, only you"
"Find another teacher" Zahira refused again.
"There's only a mother here" the man said.
Zahira looked upset and turned to look at the man.
Smooth face, Beautiful eyes, and black and neat eyebrows, nose that looks sharp, red lips and looks petite, her face is beautiful even without makeup, even without makeup, the man was stunned staring at Zahira.
"I told you to ask another teacher, I'm busy!" he said it was full of emphasis without taking his face off from the laptop in front of him.
"But other teachers are not around" the man said.
Zahira sighed and walked out of the room followed by the man.
Zahira stopped in a Bk room.
"Please search for yourself inside" Zahira said and left the person.
Around twelve o'clock, Zahira took care of her laptop and left her room because she had to teach at Nadia's campus.
"Where are you going Ra? " tanya radit parked the motor.
"You need to teach, already know this neat" he said ketus then wear a helmet to his head.
"Hey! every once in a while, I'm doing really well" Radit said, looking annoyed.
"As far as I am, don't forget that I'm with Nadia tomorrow" he said and left Radit.
Radit snorted annoyed at Zahira's attitude and for Radit his attitude was very annoying, not only Radit said even the teachers said.
Radit walks into Bk's room and sees a familiar man.
"Razis? " ask Radit at the man.
The man smiled and hugged Radit.
"Can't we be here? "
"I'm assigned here for the next few months" said the handsome Fahrur Razi Al Kaady.
"Do you know where my room is? "
Razi laughed considering his meeting with a jutek teacher who was none other than Zahira, he sat down and then told Radit.
"Haha.. Quickly Zahira ketus real, it turns out you are the cause. "
"Zahira's? " he asked Radit.
"Yes, his name is Zahira Al mahyra, he's my friend, but that's his attitude, but he's really good"
"Al mahira? The name of the famous author is his last name. "
Radit swallowed his saliva and felt his throat dry.
"Al mahyra is a lot of Razi "he said.
"yes I went to class first yes" he said then Radit pampit to teach.
"Life is like a book, if you don't open the next page, how are we going to know the next story"
Zahira Al Mahyra's.
