The World for Zahra

Gathering

New start. Days have passed and now things have gotten lighter as the Eyna's ill-treatment has waned a bit. After yesterday's incident, Roy paid more attention to Zahra. The girl was acquitted of various kinds of bad and punitive scourges.

Eyna was strongly warned not to inflict physical harm on Zahra. Roy threatens to imprison him if he does not comply to not treat Zahra badly. With a heavy heart, of course, Eyna accepted.

Until this moment, all the tasks are still served to Zahra. But at least, Eyna's way of speaking is not worth hearing, more reduced and make the atmosphere of the house becomes calmer.

I don't know when Eyna will be at home without disturbing Zahra's life. Without being rude and speaking badly to decide his life spirit. I don't know when that day will come, but it won't be long.

Eyna will return to being a stray cat that preys on little mice with her sadistic. All will return, and Eyna's bad attitude towards Zahra will continue to roll. Expressing the fact that the bad for Zahra is a victory for Eyna.

What reason? Still mystery.

"Good morning, Brother!" Jasi greets when all the members are ready at the dinner table. Of course to eat breakfast and start activities afterwards.

Zahra came along with her tramp. He shuffled to sit on the chair he used to occupy. From the end, she could see, Eyna glared at him and dropped the spoon to immediately leave the table.

Zahra understood his anger. He simply responded by staring at the empty back of Eyna. Tina and Jasi looked at him. Zahra returned their pitying gazes with a thin snippet that slid sweetly on her lips.

All the family members except Eyna continued to eat breakfast. They will fill the emptiness of his stomach by eating the morning meal that Zahra has prepared. It doesn't matter if one of them leaves and is reluctant to join because of Zahra's arrival.

Wanna flap? Eyna herself chose to leave, no one could force her, and coercion would be of no use to Eyna. He behaves as he wishes, no matter how he remembers everything he wants, he often strays from the truth.

She is, Eyna Suhendra. Perhaps briefly and briefly as we would say, "he is a hot stone thorny poison in the form of a millionaire."

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Everything went according to habit. Zahra after going to school and studying according to what she needs. Now he's walking on the sidewalk. Not using public transportation or private vehicles. She can only go to school, about the cost of snacks or vehicles, the hostess does not allow herself to accept.

Yes, sometimes life is difficult. But it is more difficult if we run away from the difficult reality that our lives accept of God's destiny. So whatever is destined, try to live it as sincerely as possible.

Zahra never thought it was all a hardship for her. What he experienced, according to what he got later. That happiness will come, and as a payment for the frenetic happiness it is a test that he is now receiving.

Just know that the laws of nature are as simple as "obey His commandments and keep away from His prohibitions" but man is often fooled. Observing something as simple as that is more often not a priority for them. Being ignorant of all evils for others, kufr delights and makes all that is haram lawful.

Zahra, who saw the flickering of people out there, sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He said softly, "hopefully greedy and spiteful, it will not be the main trait that humans have in the next ages."

Some people who had just fought a storm because of each other's accusations of pickpocketing then stopped when the environmental guard officers stopped the commotion.

Zahra dropped her sight. His eyes were blankly watching across the street. He smiled faintly, the officer just doing as he was obligated. Even though out there, they may not immediately understand and remain silent. They will surely pick up again and make a riot again. There was another commotion and the officer kicked the pickpocket, again. Pickpocket candidates will have fun following senior pickpockets who always escape punishment. And this world will be filled with depravity without a bright spot of peace.

He was so tired of watching everything happen before his eyes. But what else? He himself could not do anything beyond his ability. So, he kept silent and continued his way home by getting up from sitting on the sidewalk.

Zahra wiped the sweat as she took a step forward and held the arm of her carry bag.

A few minutes later, his steps were paused. His gaze was straight ahead and looked at the crowd of people forming a circle. Like there's something there. Those people are gathering for sure not without reason, right?

Sure. Therefore, Zahra rushed over.

He arrived, and found the young man who a few days ago he helped from the incident on the same street. At that time he survived being hit by a group of school students, but he did not survive the baton hard helmet of one of the students. So what happened to him today? Did he not wake up from that day until now?

A sudden swirl of questions haunts Zahra. The girl inched a squat and reached out for help. He looked up again and looked at one by one the residents who crowded. "Why not be helped?"

Yes, the citizen just stood still while observing. They huddle over the demands of curiosity alone, not to help or pity. Miris.

One resident responded, "he is, right, a person who likes to hang around unclear and unsettling residents around here, Neng!"

One resident chimed in, "yes, tuh! After all, if we help, who will pay the hospital fees? He's, right, a famous madman who likes to hang around in this area."

Having no time to advise the citizens, Zahra jolted her body and waved at the passing taxi.

When the taxi stopped, Zahra immediately rolled the sentence asking for help and the driver wanted to help. Together they lifted the young man's body into a taxi car. The destination is only the nearest treatment.

In the car. Zahra was panicking. On the young man's head was covered in fresh blood with a slightly pale face. The girl who was holding the young man's head then chose to rub the young man's palm. Whatever he is capable of, he will give it up for the sake of the person's safety.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror in the car. He said, "who, Neng?" Zahra stared at the glass. "I don't know, sir. He fainted on the sidewalk. I think it was an accident victim."

The driver was silent. He stared at the girl's panicked face from the rearview mirror. Smile a little and say, "why should you be helped if there are people who are more able to help just don't want to?"

Zahra stared straight at me. His gaze was intense with a dark bead that revealed himself to be disappointed at the attitude of the people he had just met. His pomegranate-red lips lifted to speak, "I thought you weren't a child yesterday afternoon. I think everything that has been taught by parents before can you apply in everyday life? Helping is not a sin. Giving help is also not a despicable attitude. My job is to get to the nearest clinic. The rest, you can't interfere!"

The driver immediately smiled broadly, creating a line of twitching on Zahra's forehead. The father then returned to answer, "i know, Eneng's answer would be how. I salute you, Neng. If everyone was created to have a heart as big as Neng, surely this world would not end."

Zahra jerked at one corner of her lips. His eyes full of sincerity looked at the young man and countered as his calm gaze was highlighting the compassion of the young man on his lap, "this hodgepodge has some sort of mental or psychiatric disorder. He is described as being very affectionate and never interacts with each other. They don't like it, and their expectations are always bad for him. You know, it feels like pain and need help, but people outside actually want the death of the father by not willing to vent?"

The driver was silent. He looked straight at her with a blank look. It's so heart touching. All Zahra's words were invisible arrows of glass, but with that prick many hearts could be wounded and broken to pieces. Like the father.

"I don't need to be placed as that kid, Neng. I have always felt the pain of the treatment of those around me. No need for strangers, the closest people are enough to make me hurt."

Zahra looked directly at the back of the father's head. He took a deep breath and dropped his shoulders. Perhaps not much did he know, that the inner wounded were already wandering around all corners of the world. It wasn't just him and the young man he helped. Many have heavy burdens, yet they dwell behind all the smiles they create.

That was a lesson for Zahra herself. He immediately linked the thought that he was not the first and last person to have a deep inner wound. Many others and he is not the one who occupies the lowest position in the easiest test of life.

They arrived at the clinic that Zahra showed them. An emergency mattress was deployed and the young man was dropped off on the wheeled mattress.

"Maybe this will not be enough to pay for the services of the father who wants to help me, but I beg you to accept this, sir. At least, although small I give sincerely and not the result of stealing." Zahra handed over all the money he had and handed it over to the driver. Mr. Driver commented a smile and shook his head subtly, "i am a thief."

Zahra. The father again said, "if I receive this from Eneng, I will be a thief in the eyes of God. All that does not want me from Eneng. I can't help the cost of treating people who need that help, and I can't if I'm forced to take money from Eneng."

"I'm not just giving you this, sir. You called me and this is not a donation. Accept this, sir."

The driver turned and took a step towards the car. When he reached the doorstep of the steering wheel, he commented a smile to Zahra which was then followed by his movement in.

His car drove off, leaving a trace of a smile on Zahra's face. He put the money back in the bag. Go inside and hurry to the room.

***

"So, Zahra already has a candidate, niih...." Midwife seduces. While tying the bandage on the young man's head earlier, Midwife continued to review Zahra's smile and flirt with her embarrassment.

"No, gosh, yeah." Zahra stood on the side of the patient's bed.

"Eh, look out. Say not later it is you who first like him. Her son is handsome again," seduced Midwife, again.

"Goddess, Mother! Diem, uh."

Midwife chuckles. He commented a smile as he took a position facing Zahra. Staring into the girl's dark bead as she said in a soft tone, "she's not pa-pa. So, stop showing up like that panic face."

Zahra instantly let out the comforted look she made up to cover up her anxiety. He looked seriously at the Midwife. "Mom's serious, right?"

The midwife was about to speak, but stopped because the young man was already aware of his stings. He raised his head while holding it tightly. A trace of pain still lingered in his head, making himself powerless to cover up the silence until he let out a voice, "aaargh!"

Zahra. He helped the young man lift a part of his body and leaned on the pillow he had inserted on the young man's back. The girl's still freaking out, "don't you pa-pa? Careful, don't move much."

The young man held his head in a ring of pain. He blinked and gathered awareness as his gaze displayed people and places that were unfamiliar to him.

"Zahra, he's not pa-pa. Losing consciousness is natural. His head hit something and he lost consciousness from being too shocked by the situation he was in." The midwife said from behind Zahra's back. He clearly continued to reveal that the young man was fine, but Zahra still created an excessive sense of anxiety.

Yes, his soft heart as silk and as still as dew never allowed him to not be haunted by the pity of seeing the distress of others.

He continued to panic, even though things were not as bad as his feelings.

The girl did not turn. He looked at the young man who was tightening his grip on his head with a chaotic look. It was as if he was the one who felt pain and not the young man he helped.

The midwife smiled faintly and left the two people inside the patient room.

The young man stopped holding his head. His brown bead spread a gaze looking at the plain girl. All the ugliness and pain seemed to be gone. She had not realized that the new girl was perfect to look at. He looked inside and stretched out his lips, "I don't pa-pa."

Zahra realized, her face was already too close to the young man. His hand that was holding both arms of the young man was then pulled and he turned his face in the other direction.

"Who are you?" His soft and heavy tone jolted Zahra's gaze to look at him again. The two looked at each other and made an atmosphere of silence along with the situation they were in.

"Azzahra."

The young man almost pulled both corners of his lips to admire Zahra's face, but stopped as he regained his senses; the help Zahra gave him was not what he expected. Now his face is cut off. Coldly rejecting Zahra's noble deeds, he said, "you shouldn't have helped me."

Zahra commented a thin smile. "If you don't like it, then I'll help myself out of God's wrath."

The young man jerked his face looking at Zahra. Where is there anyone as relaxed as Zahra who does not feel disappointed at the utter rejection she throws? His man looked curiously at the girl. "Who are you?"

Zahra grabbed her school bag that was placed on the nightstand. He prepared to go home before he finally looked back at the young man calmly. "I-"

"Who are you who has been so impudently destroying my plans to commit suicide?!" He growled as his sentence had cut off Zahra's sentence. His hands were clenched with both jaws starting to clench tightly.

Zahra was about to speak up before her movement was again interrupted by the angry growl of the young man, "you have absolutely no right to again make me hurt this life!"

"You just know what I did was wrong, right?! You don't know, every breath I take is a pain to myself. You-" He has no power to continue his sentence. Her tears suddenly decayed and along with that her hands began to rise and cover her face.

He fell into a situation he never wanted to come. A situation in which she cries for what she has been feeling, cries for the fate she has faced and cries for the injustice she has received from the world.

His tone fell mutely and his gaze showed great hope which gave rise to the premonition that he was not a sane person as according to the isyu, "death would be much better, than living to suffer."

Zahra remained calm. Even a few sentences are not willing to be rolled. Right now it's his job to just be quiet and listen. While the young man again revealed the facts about himself by saying, "you will not know, because you live in happiness. You have no flaws like I have and you have a lot of voice support to build your spirit! YOU WON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MEA!! AND YOU have no right to ruin my life by preventing death from coming."

Zahra remained calm. She commented a thin smile without any reply thrown from her lips. The young man roared painfully at the heartache he felt. The deeper he brought up the wound, the less he felt at home in the world. His hand grabbed the scissors on the nightstand. He planned to end his life by thrusting the scissors into his veins.

But the scissors paused in the air as a soft voice from Zahra jolted her ears to listen for a moment, "what's worse than being tortured and hated by her own mother?"

Silent.

"You won't know. So, just live your life and let your frustration lose. Make your life meaningful by frustrating you go." Zahra turned around while putting her bag on her back. He was about to leave.

The young man dropped the scissors and said without looking at Zahra. "The frustration took up more space in me. I cannot deviate from the desperate demands that exist within me."

Zahra without turning back then replied, "frustration is not a king that you must continue to follow his will. You just have to win yourself over that desperation. The world is never cruel, you are too fragile to hold the world today."

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