TRIPLE Z (Zafir, Zafran, Zafira )

New Round

Guys, I'm sorry...

if you are disappointed because my promise has not been fulfilled. But, bismillah.

Let's start, even if not every day.

The story of Zafir.

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Zafir stared at the ceiling of his room that seemed far away. As far as the sky in space is unreachable.

His brain drifted far without direction.

Forty days had Fely left himself and the world full of theatrics.

(Aish, like Nicky Astria Tea).

However, his memory of Fely still could not be dispelled.

Sometimes feelings of guilt still arise and blame his heart.

Sometimes a sincere feeling arises and moves his heart and lips to send a prayer.

Zafir tilted his body, trying to find the most comfortable position in his sleep. Not successfully. His heart is still broken, broken.

With a heavy weight of the body and heart, because tired. Tired and brain tired. Want the body to rest what the eye power is not willing to compromise.

Fighting the tired body, Zafir rose towards the bathroom.

Whynot?

Take ablution water and pronounce the phrase Dhikr in every water that soaks the body part that he cleanses.

Out of the bathroom, Zafir held a prayer mat facing the qibla. Two rakaat salat sunnah.

Both his hands are begging for guidance and enlightenment to the Divine. The God he has been glorifying all this time.

A prayer did not forget he addressed to Fely. He also called the names Umma, Buya and his brothers in prayer.

There's pain in every mention of Fely's name. However, soon perhaps he asked for calm for Fely.

Fely's departure is not to be mourned, but still he is an ordinary human being who cannot pretend to be okay.

It's just that he believes there are other signals behind the disaster. He and Fely may not have made a match. God loves Fely more now.

God knows what is best for his servant. The bad according to man is not necessarily bad for God. On the contrary, what is good according to man is not necessarily good for God.

Nothing is impossible for God, everything is impossible for man.

Including matters of the heart. Zafir, still feeling the loss of Fely, tried to get up and keep Fely's name in the bottom of his heart.

Satisfied with pouring out his heart to the Almighty, Zafir tried to close his eyes again.

Fely's shadow seemed to approach him with a fluffy smile. The girl said I was okay. Thank you for making me a part of your life.

Don't keep blaming yourself. Your future is long.

Fely waved his hand gently before turning away from Zafir.

It felt like Zafir was yelling for the girl, but his tongue and lips were feeling faint. Unable to say anything.

When he woke up, Zafir had heard the sound of the dawn prayer.

"God, I dreamt of Fely. He seems to have got a good place there," he said.

Again Zafir raised both his hands to pray before getting out of bed to continue activities on the new day.

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"Breakfast, Fir!" invite Umma to see his eldest son come down from the top floor.

At the dining table there are already Ara, Aira and Buya while Umma is still busy arranging food accompanied by Bu Darmi.

"Yes, Umma," replied Zafir without spirit.

"Eating, sad it also takes energy," seduced Buya.

"Oh, Buya. Could it be." No matter what, Zafir's smile expands.

Desta is not wrong, everything that is done and felt by humans requires energy. They need nutritional intake in order to survive both in an atmosphere of joy and sorrow.

"Eat, first!" cut Aqeela apart the child and father who tease each other.

Because right now that's all they can do to support Zafir after the loss of Fely.

"Zafir, go first, Yes!" pamit Zafir kissed the back of Desta's hand.

"Zafir is leaving, Umma." Zafir turned to Aqeela. he also performed the ritual salim as he did to Desta.

"Be careful" Aqeela replied as she kissed Zafir's cheeks.

"Nob first, yeah Deck." Zafir extended his right hand to Ara and Ayra alternately.

"Dadaaaah, Zafir's brother" said Ara and Ayra together.

Zafir grabbed the automatic key hanging on the key rack and darted towards Buya's sports car that had changed hands on him.

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"Fir!" greet Boy with pity as soon as he arrives in class.

Still look of grief on Zafir's face, the whole class was very familiar with the loss experienced by his friend.

"Well, smile dong!" goda Rani Fely's closest friend.

Zafir returned the temptation of his friends with a smile.

"Well, Dedek Lia is ready to replace the position of Fely, you know," cried Lia another classmate Zafir.

Back Zafir smiled broadly at the words of friends who tried to comfort him.

"Sama Neneng aj, Bah. Look, Neneng looks more like Fely, right," said the woman named Neneng who sat at the opposite end.

"You Abah same as you who there is she messes up," commented Irfan who was joined by laughter throughout the class.

It's no secret, who is Neneng? The beautiful girl was tiny, known as a porot by her friends.

Almost every week, she changes partners. Starting from handsome young men to Grandpa-kakek tajir alternately he took.

"Well, when can't you see a happy friend once" said Neneng with a frown.

"Well, if elo ama the Abah, the brondong, the Om or the Eyang you put where?" reprimand Boy with a crisp voice.

"Well, they remain in my heart" Neneng replied lightly.

Auto Zafir opened his lips slightly.

"Eh, the Abah smiled. If not for Neneng, who tried to replace Fely," said Neneng nyerocos non-stop like a train.

Zafir again showed a warm grin of lips with his white teeth while sitting on his proud chair.

The frontmost and closest seat of the lecturer in order to be more focused. Because after Fely died he needed something to divert his world.

Not to forget, but he needs a diversion in order to escape from Fely's shadow.

In this class he has a lot of memories with the deceased so he needs to focus.

He tried hard and received jokes from his classmates as entertainment. As a remedy for his currently fragile heart.

"Everyone!" greet a beautiful lecturer dressed modestly, but looks graceful in the eyes of his students.

"Jiang, ma'am," answered. Simultaneously the entire class.

"As per my promise, today we begin the presentation of each group. My appearance will be random," said the woman while sitting in the lecturer's chair.

There were tense faces among them, hearing the lecturer's words. There is a sense of anxiety, if their group is called to the first presentation.

Zafir stared at his work. It still says Fely's name. To remove it is impossible. Because the writing is the result of both of their hard work.

"Please group 12," exclaimed Bu Dosen without seeing the name on the paper.

Auto all eyes stared pityfully at Zafir.

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I still need support to finish Zafir's story.

oh, yes while reading triple Z, also read the story of Dea and Devan in the Fall of Marriage