The Love Of Bad Boy

Chapter 35 Zen Doubt

In a fidget waiting for the deadline to end, Zen headed for an outlet to make name labels such as acrylic or aluminum plates. He wanted to order the Holicvia script to be embedded in the body of the motor that Reyhan was designing.

After the booking process was completed, Zen tried to contact Olivia.

["Assalamin, Olivia. What are you doing?"]

Asked Zen stalely while smiling, he typed word by word on his phone.

Zen saw a double check mark but did not immediately change color to blue. His heart was a little disappointed but he tried to be patient.

"Ehm, let's dong read, read," murmured Zen anxiously, by tapping a finger on top of the phone screen.

One minute later.

["Wa 'alaikumsalam, finished cleaning the room. What's up, Zen?"] Reply Oliv.

["What's wrong. Uh, but if you ask something, can't you? it's kind of an opinion."]

["By aja. Why?"] Write Oliv again.

Zen doubted whether he should analogize what he would admit later in order to get the response of the idol. Still not leaving the location of making the name of the signage, Zen leaned behind the wall of the shop while waiting for the payment of his order out.

["Whether if someone admitted a mistake in the past and wanted to say honesty so that his heart was calm and relieved. About the time he apologized, he was accepted?"] asked Zen hesitating.

Olivia read Zen's long writings. He will answer in his sight.

["If what he does is not contrary to the shari'ah, then forgive. Doesn't forgiving it must be yes even though it is difficult . but, it depends on the mistake anyway if I. If he committed a crime. Suppose he is a fraud or a liar or a thief like him even though the reason he is logical will think first."]

Deghs.

Zen silent. She digests Olivia's long sentences, repeating the reading in the last words.

["What do you mean? you're not sorry if there's a thief in your house? or steal your personal belongings?"]

["The thief was his fault two. He took something forcibly then he also deceived himself. Especially if the stolen money is eaten and given to his family. Is that the law? so fatal anyway, I think."]

Olivia's reply instantly made Zen lunglai. He squeezed as if the leg bones were no longer able to support his body weight. The call from the writing maker arose even Zen ignored. He's suddenly deaf. His brain was filled with Olivia's sentences that made it seem as if he had taken half his life.

"Bang!"

"Bang!" call the shopkeeper.

Zen surprised. His head turned quickly towards the man not far in front. "Yes? sorry," he said.

The payment receipt is also the schedule for retrieval of goods has Zen Cantongi. He then headed for his car.

Instead of quickly leaving the location, Zen was instead confined to daydreams. He leaned his head against the string of the car, squeezing the circle until his knuckle turned white. Little jolt he broke up there, hoping to find a solution to talk honestly later.

Zen galau's. He also chose to turn the car towards the residence. Want to stick themselves in the expanse of mihrab and complain to his Lord.

Until late at night, Zen's mood was still up and down. Call Nuril to meet Olivia tomorrow morning for a bridal suit fitting, subtly rejected by Zen. He felt he had to prepare himself for everything that happened later.

Next morning.

Zen was not calm. After the morning briefing, he rushed to see his teacher. Arriving at Fikri's old residence, Zen was silent.

"Zen!" reprimand the teacher.

"Is there a problem?" tanya ustadz Fikri guessed Zen's unease.

Zen nodded faintly, his heart hesitating but he had to inquire about this. Zen began to tell stories.

Ustadz Fikri repeatedly looked at the face of the man in front, then looked down, bearded and not infrequently looked astonished. Zen's hope came when the teacher began to display a faint smile on his originally tensed face.

"The antum is too speculated, Zen. Come first, story first. His name is also the era of jahiliah," suggested ustadz Fikri while smiling.

Zen was confused.

"It is obligatory for us to listen to the interlocutor's alibi when it comes to matters of disgrace or something that has been done in the past. His name is."

"City ... Ibn Mas'ud narrated from Rosulullah that honesty will lead to goodness and goodness will go to heaven," he explained.

"The impact you do not dare to be honest will not be calm, stressed, lost confidence even vulnerable on the side by the devil. It could be even your prejudice that leads to failure to step away from the past," said Fikri.

Zen was still silent, his head lowered. It turns out that the traces of the past will continue to be odd if it does not come out of there by admitting plainly.

"If Oliv is ashamed to have an ex-con husband, how?" racau Zen was still down.

"What is seen is the present, the past forms the present person. It will not be able to escape but we in that era are a mirror, ibroh, lesson .. break the rope of evil so that the next generation of God poured out Mercy. Already, a lot of asking for forgiveness. If you are still not calm, just pray awwabin," suggested ustadz Fikri cut off the long conversation the two that afternoon.

Zen was alone, his heart was a little calm after some of the burden was removed. Before his car was driven back to fight with the density of the highway, Zen closed his eyes.

"Easy, O Allah. All of this is for your permission, right? there's gotta be something to learn for me later."

"I'm sorry Olivia. Maybe it's part of destiny. Because of the motorbike I met you, enter bui, and many other things until found again at this point, astaghfirullah la haula wa quwwata Illa billah," murmured Zen, who was, lirih while pulling the brake lever up and pressing the gas pedal left the teacher's residence.

Nightfall.

Zen did not lust out of the room until Nuril felt astonished. Is the mating syndrome engulfing her son. He also knocked on Zen's room, but did not receive an answer.

Zen has prayed many times since Maghrib's bada. Now he's pausing because Reyhan made a call to him.

"Yes?"

"Zen, finish. You can see it first tomorrow at the shop. In shay Allah exactly." Reyhan's voice seemed happy at the end.

Zen sighed. "OKAY. Thank you very much, Rey," Zen replied as he closed the call. Now his fingers pressed the line of sentences on the mobile phone button.

["Assalamualaikum, Live. No leisure tomorrow? can I talk to dad and you, at home? there's something I want to say."] Zen for Olivia.

One minute later.

["Wa'alaikumsalam. Okay. Just call if you want to go home."]

Zen read the message. His heart was like being pounded, rumbling to feel an abnormal heartbeat.

"Can be God. Lt could. Nawaitu!" zen Determination.

Son of Nuril, then repeat the ablution and continue his prayer. He really wanted God to look at his efforts to repent. Elsewhere, Olivia wonders if Zen wants to meet her and her father.

"May not be a bad thing.... " Murmured Olivia ended the activity in the third of the night.