TREASON OF LOVE

Chapter 33. Will Never marry

Azzam again contacted the person he told to deliver Azzura. Just wanted to call, the guy called first.

"Hello, how?"

"He's no longer in place, sir. We lost track of him and we didn't know where he was going" said the man, telling him that Azzura was gone.

"What's? Oh my God, I hope Azzura is okay. Yes, thank you for being willing to bother." Azzam turned off his phone. He did not get out of the wheelchair and stood up to his son.

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After boarding a bus headed for the city of B, Azzura returned to take a taxi in the early hours of the morning. At dawn, Azzura arrived in town B. The city where he grew up from childhood to adulthood. More precisely after the departure of his parents, Azzura grew up in an orphanage in the city of B.

After arriving, Azzura came down and paid for it. He again dragged his suitcase about to enter the orphanage he used to live in. However, Azzura was confused because the orphanage looked deserted and uninhabited.

"Where are the residents? Wasn't it once very crowded? Where'd they move?" muttered Azzura did not understand and was confused to look for him again. Azzura hasn't stopped by for three months. Now, back at the parlor there are no residents.

Whether moving or maybe something happened to them, Azzura had no idea. However, one thing Azzura knew was that it was impossible for them to leave if nothing happened.

Now he's confused where else to go. It was early in the morning, not yet noon. Azzura rested in the bus. He sat first on a wooden bench under a cherry tree. He looked at the clock that was coiled around his wrist.

"It's five in the morning. Is there a contract around here?" Azzura spread his gaze. Almost half an hour Azzura rested there. Until he heard the sound of the chanting of the holy verse from the nearest mosque made Azzura quietly listen.

Azzura pervaded every verse the man read. His heart suddenly calmed, but Azzura did not know what was read, but he knew that it was a holy verse. "It's so exciting."

Feeling calmer and better, Azzura continued his journey to find a nearby contract there. However, just getting away from that place, suddenly rain fell on the earth. In the rainy season like this almost every time it rains and almost every day there is no sunlight.

Azzura ran to one of the shady spots and he took shelter there. However, he heard someone's voice and Azzura turned his head. A woman dressed in a veil and wearing a hijab was chanting something she did not know.

Slowly, Azzura approached and sat nearby while waiting for the rain to subside. Azzura listened and he felt a calmness that he had never felt before.

"What song did you sing? What book is in his hand? It's strange, but my heart is calm and my ears are eager to hear it."

Azzura closed his eyes enjoying the beautiful voice of the woman beside him.

"Soddallahuladzim." Azzura noticed the movement of the woman who was closing the book in her hand and kissed the book, then attached it to the top of the head.

"It's so weird."

Azzura smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mom."

The woman noticed Azzura's luggage. "Where to bring the suitcase? It's still morning, son."

"Oh that, I was about to find a contract around here, but instead to the rain. Is your own mother outside?" Azzura thought this was the mother's house so he was astonished that there was an owner outside.

"I happen to be in the shade. The vehicle that I was riding on was deflated, because it suddenly rained and happened to not bring a raincoat, I ended up taking shelter here" explained the woman.

Azzura. "Where did you end up?"

"Stop by your brother's house and go home. Where are you and where are you going?"

"I'm from J town going to a beautiful orphanage of hope. But here it doesn't exist."

"It's no longer operational. That's a non-Muslim home, isn't it?" Azzura. "Say the owner of the replacement is dead and the replacement is abandoned. While the children who were there were already moved to the city."

"Yes God. I just don't think I can find them." Azzura regretted not knowing about where he used to live. Two years of not returning made Azzura regret his inattention. He only often sends donors to stop by.

"But just a month ago I could still send a donor."

"Here you go, you're a donor at the parlor?" Azzura. "Alhamdulillah. Son, the owner died three weeks ago. Because the parlour stood on someone else's land, the landowner wanted to sell it. That's why the orphanage kids are being moved."

Azzura was speechless other than feeling sadness and regret.

"Hmmm can I ask you something?" ask Azzura.

"Regard what?"

"The one you read."

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