The Love Of Bad Boy
Chapter 36 Honesty of Omar Zen
Zen could barely close his eyes last night, he was very agitated. I don't know how many stels of cocoa clothes he changed because wet by ablution water. Zen was so frightened that Olivia asked to rewind the wedding date.
Soon, the dawn was breaking. Zen had just closed for about an hour when the dawn of azan reverberated. The eyelids are increasingly heavy when the head feels a little throbbing due to too hard thinking.
Before moving on, Zen grabbed the phone from his bedside table.
["Assynoltom. Sobahul kheir, Liv. I went home in the Lord at ten o'clock. After the morning meeting at the office. Disturb your show and dad doesn't?"] Zen wrote, he then put his phone back on the table. This time did not wait for a reply from someone who some time ago very much he longed.
His heart is in the middle of the sea.
The long legs were stuck on the floor to continue the opening day worship. Zen stepped gontai towards the bathroom. The mentari slowly rises. Zen descended to the ground floor in his usual work suit. The only difference is the beam of light from a handsome face that looks not excited.
"Why the hell? lately it has been so moody. Zen, you want to get married in two days, you know," Nuril said as she watched her son drown at the dinner table.
"Ehm. Hopefully so," Zen replied, softly.
Ahmed and Nuril looked at each other. It is not wrong to hear them for their son's words.
"Don't joke! what does that mean, Zen?" asked the father, looking intently at Zen who only played his favorite fried rice in a dish.
"There's something I need to clarify today, Dad. Just pray that your son speaks smoothly later in the day," he added.
"Whatever it is, good luck. Preparation is 90%, Zen. Olivia was so beautiful yesterday's dress fitting. Yes," said Nuril. Proposing a cell phone for Zen to see a photo of his future wife.
Zen received the sodoran. She saw ayu's face in an all-white dress. So beautiful that it makes her heart crowded if she fails to have Olivia.
Zen sighed. 'Easy and spacious, 'the inner, closed while holding firmly the mother's phone before she returned it.
The unappetizing breakfast is finally over. Zen then decided to visit the car showroom for a moment before heading to Olivia's residence.
It had been half an hour, Zen was in the car in front of Arief's residence. She's hesitating. Courage is back.
Fate must settle matters immediately. Suddenly the car glass was knocked by the owner of the residence.
Tuk. Tuk.
Zen gasped. He hurriedly lowered the windshield of the car when he realized who was knocking on it.
"Well, Zen. Comeon, enter. Why wait here?" reprimand sir Arief. He had just returned from a mosque not far from home.
"Eh, i-yes. It's going in, Om," replied Zen clumsily.
Mr. Arief smiled, then he waited for his future daughter-in-law to come down to the courtyard of his house together.
When he just touched the terrace, the cry of the in-laws made Zen's heart almost loose.
"Oliv, there's a guest. Ask me to prepare a treat," said Arief as he opened the door and let Zen in.
'Just barely. Not the Oliv nyuguhin. His vibe feels served later wife, ' Inner Zen. He rubbed his chest which began to beat fast.
Zen still did not open his voice, because Arief's housekeeper was still arranging treats on the table. After his departure, he began to vent.
"Ehm, Um. I apologized earlier. What I will admit is related to past events when I was dirty, living on the streets and also covered in sin" said Zen, slowly. His hands are starting to feel cold.
"meaning? Zen wants to make a confession, right?" ask Arief frankly makes Zen more confused.
Zen looked up, nodding quickly in response so he didn't need to say much.
"Please. Om listen," Arief replied.
Zen also began to tell the beginning that made it through many sad stories. Sometimes the voice he gave sounded firm, but not infrequently began to weaken and a little hoarse sign of his heart ache also held in shame.
Arief was surprised, his face changed to make Zen ketar-ketir. Arief really did not expect the man in front of his prospective daughter-in-law to have such a past. And worse yet, he was the perpetrator of the theft of his wife's favorite motorcycle.
"So Zen was after Oliv, right?" accuse Arief after hearing his story.
"No, uh, uh, what do you mean, Om?" Zen's confused. His brain was suddenly empty.
"You. Approaching Olivia must mean something, right? purposely targeting!" arief firmly this time made Zen shrink.
"If Om accuses me of approaching Olivia for infamy, it's wrong. We met at a glance and then disappeared. I cut off hope for him but instead found him this way. Om, I'm sorry for my past," Zen's great-grandson looked at the unpretentious man before.
Arief. He has his own thoughts. She also knew that Olivia must have listened to all of her future priests.
"Your marriage, let's postpone it!" arief said later.
Dhuaaarrrrr.
Zen was patterned, his voice clenched at the base of the throat. He can't say anything anymore.
"A-appa?" said Zen, stammered and limp.
"Oliv must have thought again. You just go home, we will report back in the near future," continued Arief, rising up into the dwelling.
Zen leaned his back against the sofa, he scooped a rough face. The head began to pulsate again.
"Zen!" call Olivia standing in the doorway.
Zen opened his eyes, setting his sitting position again. He was ready to hear the words of the heart.
"I'm sorry!" olivia. He turned around to leave Zen.
"Eh, Liv. So then?" ask Zen lirih.
Olivia just turned her head towards him, then lowered her head and went back inside without saying anything more.
Zen is weakened. He got up and walked back to his car again. CR-Z sport then slowly drove away from the residence of the prospective in-laws.
Not long after, Zen pulled his car over on a deserted road. He then put his head on the steering wheel.
Shoulders vibrate.
"Yes Allah. Not that I'm not sincere about your destiny. Nor does it regret admitting all wrongs against fellow beings. You are most generous. It turns out that I am still weak in accepting the plot of fate, forgive your servant Robb, "cloak Zen. The grain of light came down soaking into a handsome face.
"God willing, I will learn again the meaning of patience in accepting Your decree."
Zen let the weakness of his heart rule for a moment. He did not want to feel any more pain and blame his God.
***
While at Arief's residence.
Olivia knocks on the door of the father's room, hoping for her heart to melt. He loves Zen. If he struggles, he wants to do the same. Struggling to be together.
"Dad!" call Olivia.
"Dad! I want to talk, please listen first" Olivia's pinta was still standing at the door. The open handle sound was heard. Arief stared at Olivia. Her daughter has been teary.
"Dad, he's been honest. It took courage to admit all that in front of Dad. I'm sure he's sorry and all that brings him to the point now. Oliv please," said Olivia, start hoarse. Her tears have come down. He instantly recalled his reply the other day when Zen said that.
"Liv..."
"Ehm. Oliv was already a darling," great-grandson Oliv, looked down until her teardrops drenched the floor.
Arief just smiled looking at his daughter's attitude. He also breathed a sigh of relief. Arief, rubbed Olivia's head and hugged her. Last hug as a father.
