THE LOVE OF LOVE, AZZAHRA

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Soekarno Hatta Airport, 16.25 WIB..

Zahra stepped up while dragging her two suitcases. His eyeballs moved sweeping across the corner, looking for the presence of someone who promised to pick him up but ten minutes had passed his figure had not yet been seen either. Not focusing on the road in front of him, he accidentally collided with someone who was also dragging a suitcase.

"I'm sorry" said Zahra, bending over, picking up the crashed suitcase.

Not yet had he looked up to see the figure he hit, the call of someone distract him.

"Fariz," murmured Zahra as she stood up and approached her cousin, ignoring the still silent figure staring at her silently.

"Goddessa. Is this really you, Riz?" asked Zahra with a look of amazement.

"Yes, who else. Why a handsome one?" fariz said with a small oddity.

"Yes, the uniform" said Zahra.

"Subhanallah is a child, yes, it is the most possible to say. Don't know what Aa' Fariz is, the idol as well as the hostess's snatch."

Arrogant Fariz while patting his chest.

"Oh, the hell time? don't be flirtatious during work. Watch out, I'll report to A' Manan."

"Eits.it's good to play the reports. I still love life."

Zahra laughed at Fariz's terrified expression.

Mannan's figure has always been a frightening specter for Faris and Ardhan, his other cousins. His religious and assertive figure is in accordance with his profession as TNI, inversely proportional to his twin brother Hannan who is a doctor with a nature that is more likely to be warm and slengek'an.

Fariz is the youngest child of Mamah Rina and Papah Adit, the second sister of Mother Mia. The sister of the twins who now works as a co.pilot in one of the airlines. His nature is combined from his two brothers, warm and friendly but turned into quiet and cold when dealing with other people especially those who have just been known.

"Where did you fly?" ask Zahra.

"Bangkok," replied Fariz briefly who responded to a nod by Zahra.

"Here you plan to stay at Mami's house too?"

"Not yet to know, yesterday the head doctor said the hospital had prepared a special apartment for employees to live in but look later."

"You alone, live in Mommy's house or are you home alone?" zahra.

"Home Mami, the Ardhan doesn't want me to stay. Know the child, the size of his body but the effect of naudzubillah," said Fariz while shaking his head, Zahra only laughed softly considering his two cousins are only one year different from him.

In his heart he was grateful because all his brothers were harmonious and loved each other, parents also never discriminated them.

Both of them stepped out of the airport building while talking about many things. No one realized that a pair of eyes had been staring at the two with a face that was difficult to interpret.

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Zahra stared at the tall and large building in front of her. The building that will be the place to work for the next year. Zahra stepped into the building. The atmosphere in the building seemed still empty, only a few visitors and hospital employees passed by.

He moved his foot towards the information section to inquire about the hospital director's room. After getting an answer from the information officer, he immediately rushed to the elevator which was not far from where he asked. The 7th floor was the goal. When the elevator door opened, he entered with three other people.

"Zahra right?" said someone while gently patting Zahra's shoulder.

Zahra looked towards the source of the sound with her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Maysha?"

The woman nodded with a big smile and hugged Zahra.

"Goddess, Mey. How are you?" zahra asked after their embrace ended.

"Good, Ra. How about yourself? how can it be here?"

"I'm a transfer doctor from Semarang branch Hospital," Zahra explained to Meysha.

"So you're the transfer doctor who took the surgical department by storm, it's worth it."

Zahra frowned when she heard Meysha's words, a friend during her college days.

"meaning?"

"Yes, ever since the Department of Surgery got word of the arrival of the transfer doctor. Everything's getting uproar."

"Why indeed?"

"Yes how not to be in an uproar, if the department is almost entirely inhabited by men, the arrival of an angel like you" Meysha explained.

"But, Ra, wasn't that the time you were planning on taking the Children's specialist? why are you going to surgery now?" meysha.

"I picked up a pediatrician, just happened to get a scholarship for a surgical specialist so I took it all away."

"Good God is great, Ra."

"Thank God, Mey" said Zahra, smiling.

"Oh yes, you want to go to the Head of Medical Services room? how about I drop off?"

"In the letter and the introductory file of the assignment, directly addressed to the Director."

"The director of the day is not in place, I'll take you to the Medical Service Chief's room."

Without thinking, Zahra nodded.

Before long the elevator door opened on the 7th floor, Zahra and Meysha rushed out to the Medical Chief Doctor's room.

"Ra, I'm sorry I couldn't accompany you in. It's time for me to do my job" Meysha said.

"It's okay, Mey. Thank you so much for bringing me here."

"Together, Ra. Oh yes this is my number, you save keep calling me yes so I can save your contact. If there's anything, just tell me."

Zahra nodded with a sweet smile.

"Yes. Thanks again, dr. Adeeva Meysha Almaira."

"Ha. ha. ha. yes, yes, dr. Azqiya Hayfa Azzahra's. Then I say yes, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumus greetings."

Zahra looked at Meysha's back, which was already away and missing behind the elevator door. Before knocking on the door, Zahra took a deep breath to neutralize her nervousness. After all this was his first day, there was clearly a sense of nervousness when it came to meeting new people.

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"Director advised for the next week, you can serve in the IGD for a while while waiting for him to return from Germany. He himself will explain in detail the scope of your work and other things while you are here," said the middle-aged woman who still looks very beautiful.

On his desk clearly marked his name "dr. Amilia Dewi Arrasyid, Sp.PD-KKV, MKes. - Head of Medical Services". Zahra only responded to the head doctor's words with a sweet smile.

"Wait here for a while, I've called someone to help you for one week to fepan" said doctor Amilia again.

Before long the door was opened from the outside revealing a girl who was no less beautiful than the doctor Amilia

"What the hell is it, Tan. Why call me here?" she said as if unaware of Zahra's presence.

"Your habits, Kay. Greetings first why." rebuked doctor Amilia.

"Sorry, Tan, I'm busy."

"Well, I'm sitting down now, Auntie wants to talk to you."

Without answering the girl sat on the sofa opposite Zahra.

"Doctor Zahra introduces this doctor Kayla who will help you for a week at IGD" explained Amilia's doctor, Zahra smiled and set her eyes on the girl named Kayla.

The girl was fixated on looking at Zahra but seconds later she smiled broadly as she extended her hand.

"Kayla," he said.

The girl was tagged "dr. Kayla Salsabila Princess Arrasyid". Zahra smiled as she mentioned her name. Afterwards, Kayla unexpectedly pulled Zahra's hand.

"Yes, Tan, I'm taking Brother Zahra to the IGD now yes" he said enthusiastically.

Zahra and doctor Amilia could only frown, strange with Kayla's attitude, especially the word "Sister" which he pinned before Zahra's name.

Zahra slightly bowed her body towards doctor Amilia while saying goodbye even though her hand had been pulled by Kayla out of the room.

"Sister Zahra is actually more beautiful yes", he said sounding familiar.

Zahra again frowned while smiling awkwardly.

"Not to be nervous, brother. IGD employees are fine, but if anyone dares to mess with Zahra, just tell Kayla let Kayla take care of it," he said as he stepped up to bring Zahra down to the IGD room.

"Sister?"

Zahra started to make a sound after a long silence. Kayla smiled sweetly even very sweetly.

"Can Kayla call Dr Zahra with Sister's call? because of the age of Zahra over Kayla," said Kayla sounds plain.

Funny actually seeing Kayla's adorable face.

"No. no. that's not what Kayla meant, Kay meant.."

"Yes, it's okay. Like what you want to call me, "cut Zahra.

Hearing Zahra's resignation, Kayla chuckled.

"It's usually dong, brother language. Don't use "I" the impression we are bosses and subordinates he. he. he,"

"Not used to it, Kay."

"Then, it's as comfortable as Brother Zahra. Kayla just come with."

During the trip the two laughed until unconscious had arrived at the door of the ER room.

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The day went by so quickly, it did not feel like a week had Zahra working at her new place. During that time he was quite amused by Kayla's warm and friendly attitude. The girl was indeed clever and sociable, even because her different attitude towards Zahra made them look like sisters.

Zahra got out of her parked car in the parking lot of a hospital employee. Two days ago Papah Adit came to bring a family car to give to Zahra so that it can be used during his stay in Jakarta. Zahra had refused at first but Papah Adit and Papi Erlan convinced that the car belonged to his father who was deliberately abandoned in Bandung.

Zahra stepped out of the parking lot and walked towards the entrance of the Hospital building. This morning his face looked bright, his spirit was tempestuous. I don't know, ever since he got a message from Farid this morning, his smile doesn't seem to want to fade.

This morning the former Chief Rohis suddenly sent him a message. This is the second time the man has sent a message after just one week ago asking if he had reached Jakarta safely. The message this time was indeed different and opened a little on the other side of a Farid.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ma'am doctor. How's it going today? may it always be good and in His protection, Aamiin. Just want to remind, do not forget to always take care of yourself, keep his prayers and maintain his health. May the days ahead be easy and happy. Keep Hamasah, the candidate of Makmum 💪💪 Do'I am always with you."

Again and again Zahra's smile expands in light of Farid's message. "Keep Hamasah, the future Makmum"..felt himself with words from Farid? I don't know Zahra doesn't know either.

"Ehemm," someone returned Zahra's focus.

"Why, Kay?"

"Kok even asked Kayla why? Zahra's sister who why, from that smile of her own, is not clear."

"What time?"

"Hayo why? out at.."

"I pray dhuha first yes, Kay, mumpung again a bit of his patient's leisure," cut Zahra as he rose to leave Kayla.

Zahra is not an open type of woman, who easily tells what is happening or how she feels, to others. He was so tightly grasping his privacy, it was uncomfortable if others knew his life more than related to his past.

As usual after performing the dhuha circumcision prayer and reciting for a while, he folded his face and put it back in the closet. Zahra left the mosque. But not long after he ran back into the holy building. His face has changed from before. He looks panicked, down every corner of the prayer area special women with a face that holds back crying.

"Allahu akbar, where did he fall? it can't be everywhere" he muttered in a slightly quivering voice.

It had been more than ten minutes he searched all over the corner of the Mosque, hoping that the object that was very valuable to him could soon be found. Unknowingly tears had escaped wetting his face while his lips continued to ponder asthma' Allah.

"Help find it, O Allah," said Zahra.

From the only melt of tears now began to sound a small stuffing from his lips. Zahra sat down resignedly feeling surrender, because it had searched everywhere but nil. His favorite object, the prayer beads given by the husband that he always brought everywhere now somehow where his existence. Though as he remembered after dhikr and folding mukena, he put it into his sneli pouch.

Zahra covered her face that had been flooded with tears. There was a great sense of loss when it was no longer in his grasp, almost the same as when the previous owner left.

"Is this yours?"

Deggs..

The voice of a man made Zahra's body petrified instantly.

"Sorry, is this yours?"

Again the man asked.

Slowly Zahra lowered both her hands. His gaze was now staring at the dangling object right in front of him. Without looking at the person standing in front of him, Zahra extended her trembling hand right under the tip of the prayer beads. After the man took off the prayer beads, without saying anything Zahra clutched the object tightly with sobs that sounded as if slicing heartburn. The man slowly left Zahra alone.

"Habibi," Zahra cried, her embrace tightening as if she were afraid of losing it.

The man who had turned around left Zahra stopped. Slowly turn his head to the side.

"I hope you don't show this cry to anyone else. It will only make others suffer from hearing it" he said, then returned to his feet to leave Zahra.

Suddenly Zahra's cry broke. All the turbulent feelings in his heart seemed to be unable to accommodate him anymore. His body seemed to have no more support, he poured on the floor of the mosque which was carpeted. With her body and the sound of shaking cries, Zahra still faithfully clutched the prayer beads tightly.

"Habibi," Zahra cried many times while looking at the back that was getting away.

A different sentence but with the same meaning, came out from the lips of someone different but felt familiar to him.

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After nearly an hour of Zahra dissolving in a puddle of tears, he returned to the IGD room with a sagging step. His soul seemed to float away from his body, his gaze staring blankly ahead. If this is a dream then he hopes to wake up soon but if this is real then he hopes he returns to his consciousness.

Perhaps because he is too focused on the fear of losing the prayer beads given by the husband, then he hallucinates that the man who found the prayer beads is the figure of Hafiz. But one thing he realized, there was a great vibration that he felt when close to the man. And what made him feel like a madman was that voice. The voice that repeatedly made her fall on the charm of her husband.

Besides Allah creating seven people with the same face in this world, does that also mean that there will be people who have the same voice as others? Zahra was not hallucinating. He is not dreaming either. The voice was clearly hers. Even without seeing his face, Zahra was very familiar with the voice. The sound that always cradles his sense of hearing. A voice that so shook his heart.

And even just by looking at his back, Zahra seemed to not know how to open his voice just to thank him. His tongue was like a mute, his voice as if stuck in the throat. He really misses that figure. It was very eager for him to cuddle up to her, channeling a feeling that was so stifling to his chest. But once again Zahra had to be aware of the fact that her husband had long since died. Yes, Hafiz has long been gone and there is no way the man is her husband.

Zahra rubbed her chest, trying to calm the turmoil of the soul that had gone out of control a moment ago. Many times he beristighfar, begging for forgiveness because of the sincere acceptance of destiny as if starting to erode again.

"Sister Zahra pray dhuha what sleep?" ask Kayla when Zahra arrives at the IGD. Zahra just stared while smiling thinly.

"Sister Zahra is fine right?" kayla asked because she didn't hear Zahra's response.

"I'm fine." said Zahra while occupying his body.

"Keep a long time?"

"I'm sorry, please forget the time."

"Oh, just make Kayla worry."

"sorry"

"Yes, forget it. Oh yes, 30 minutes ago Zahra was called by the office staff to immediately meet the Director of the Hospital in her room."

"Director's back from Germany?" zahra asked after a moment of silence.

"It was morning and now it's in his room."

Zahra was silent again. It was very desirable that at this time he refused to meet with his superior it was not because of anything, just that his mood was chaotic. Tired enough for him to sing a fake smile that seemed to show that he was okay. In reality, his heart was grieving. A flash of the figure suddenly destroyed his heart and soul, even Farid's words that had made him baper as if everything had disappeared again.

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BONUS VISUAL CAST "CHANTMENT OF LOVE, AZZAHRA"

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