The Injured Heart.
part 52's
"I am grateful because in the end when this heart again feels in Love, I fall in Love in the right place, which is Love after marriage, because true Love comes after marriage. "
Zahira Al Mahyra's.
***
The morning was so bright in the Malaysian sky, a smile bloomed at the corner of the girl's lips, the girl sighed deeply as she enjoyed the air so cool, so cool, suddenly, a burly hand coiled around his stomach and a warm embrace immediately felt the girl.
"What is humm? " ask a man who is none other than Razi.
Zahira smiled and instead turned to hug Razi, now they are both in Malaysia, two days ago they arrived in Malaysia aiming for a honeymoon as well as a pilgrimage to his mama's tomb.
"Nothing, just enjoying the morning air" he answered further tightening his embrace.
"We're going on a pilgrimage to your mama's grave? "
"So, but not now, later in the afternoon, tomorrow morning we have a vacation to Turkey "
"Well, how about we go for a walk? "
Zahira seemed to be thinking.
"It's fine, but before that I have to go to the office first to take care of my work, you don't mind right?" ask Zahira.
"Owhh... Alright madam boss, " said Razi pretending to be bowed in lethargy.
"You're mocking me? " ask Zahira looking at her husband.
Inevitably Razi chuckled, and kissed Zahira's forehead many times.
"Gemes I'm just like you"
"Why? "
"Because you're beautiful, kind, understanding, you're essentially the perfect wife"
"No man is perfect, like marriage, no wife is perfect or husband is perfect, both are perfect because they complement each other" he gently rubbed the husband's face.
"Well you're right, man is not perfect, but everyone wants to see his partner as the most perfect thing, but I think whatever you are, your strengths, or your flaws, are perfect, I accept everything, baby" he said so gently.
"Gombal "
Razi clucked softly to see Zahira who always said she was fat when saying her heart.
"You always say I'm a tombal, fill my heart only you say a dreadlocks, you seem to ask for a pinch huh? " said Razi pinched Zahira's cheek out of anxiety.
"Mas, sick to know, you've always pinched my cheek, "Zahira looked upset.
In contrast to Razi who instead laughed to see Zahira upset, he thought Zahira looked more beautiful when annoyed.
"You look even prettier klo klo klos"
Razi ruffled Zahira's hijab.
"Don't be random, right, l so don't really hijab me, "Zahira even snatch.
"You really don't come to the moon anymore, do you? the innate kok a little kelas, you why the hell? " ask Razi looking astonished.
"So you always pinch my cheeks, you think my cheeks are a pinch? "
"To my beautiful wife, I'm sorry am I okay?"
Zahira nodded quickly.
"Why don't you want to apologize?"
"No! "
"Come dong, sorry? "
"No way"
"Let's dong, cook you don't want sorryin mas, entar sin loh, "
Zahira looked at Razi and chose to leave because he was upset.
"Anger with the husband is a sin" Razi shouted with a laugh.
***
Zahira walked slowly with Razi, now they are walking towards the tomb of the mama Zahira, according to Razi Zahira's request to take him to the tomb of his Mamah.
"Sorry Zahira, because for a long time did not visit Mamah, but Zahira is not alone, Zahira came with Zahira's husband"
"You know how you are there? now Zahira is happy, and you don't have to worry anymore because now there is Zahira's husband who takes care of Zahira"
Again Zahira could not prevent her tears from flowing every time Zahira made a pilgrimage, Zahira really missed her, and today Zahira again felt a deeper longing.
Razi was saddened to see Zahira who seemed to really miss his Mom.
"Dear,"
Zahira turned to look at Razi, Zahira immediately hugged Razi so tightly.
"Don't cry, mamah you definitely don't like to see you cry"
"Well, this is Razi, her husband Zahira, who is calm there, Razi will definitely take care of Zahira"
The two were still faithful there, until they finally prayed and Razi invited Zahira home because the sky was very late.
"Darling, let's go home, "take him.
Zahira actually still wants to linger in his mama's tomb, but whatever the power, he can not linger because he has to go home, tomorrow he and Razi will go for a honeymoon to Turkey, Turkey, he had to prepare his things and Razi.
"Well, Zahira same mas Razi pamit well, mamah well here, Zahira promises Zahira will often come here, "he said then kissed the tombstone of his mother.
Throughout the journey Zahira was silent and did not say much, and Razi chose to be quiet and let Zahira calm his heart, because he believed Zahira was sad.
The two were silent until they finally arrived at Zahira's grandmother's house, and Amira, Fakhira, Muhammad and his grandmother were talking in the living room.
"Assalamualaikum "
Salam waalaikum"
Zahira and Razi kissed Zahira's grandmother's hand and sat down beside Fakhira, while Razi sat beside Muhammad.
"What's up Mir? is there a problem? " ask Zahira to Amira.
Amira gave a small smile and took some of the files she had brought from Zahira's office.
"This is some files that need to be signed from mother, all I want to give financial statements this month" said Amira then thrust some files directly received by Zahira.
Zahira looked at him carefully, occasionally looking at Amira who looked anxious, Zahira immediately signed the file in her hand and handed it to Amira.
"E-mail him later if there is a job you do not understand, and he looks for a driver to take you to the office, I hear you are often sleepy because of overtime at the office? "
Amira smiled clumsily at Zahira's question about her.
"Yes, ma'am, I'll try to find it"
"And yes, ask the architect to send a project design in Singapore, and do not forget to hold a meeting to discuss the project from Mr. Andres, you understand?" ask Zahira to make sure.
"I understand buk, but what about the salary of employees this month? "
"As usual, pay as per the usual date, ask the financial department to take care of it and yes ask your team to check back on the project in Singapore, I don't want any mistakes like the one that happened in my office in Indonesia, can you take care of everything yourself? "
"God willing I can be ma'am, but if I have trouble I can contact my mother?"
Zahira nodded slowly.
"Yes, just call if you're having trouble, "
"I'm sorry ma'am, assalamualaikum "
"Greetings waalaikum"
Razi, Fakhira or Muhammad can only gap to see Zahira so quickly check office files, just like at a young age Zahira can have a big company.
"Darling, go up here this afternoon, clean yourself up, and your husband, we'll have a meal together, "
Zahira nodded and took Razi to his room.
"He's a real workaholic huh? " ask Fakhira to Muhammad.
Muhammad spread his shoulders indifferently.
"Every longing always gives sorrow to those who feel it."
Fachrul Razi el kaady
