TRIPLE Z (Zafir, Zafran, Zafira )

Healing

Zafir stared at the suitcases in front of him. There were three large suitcases and a neatly lined bag ready to be transported.

The man exhaled heavily, from the back of his two younger siblings looking cheerfully laughed at him.

"We're leaving now, brother!" take Ara impatiently.

"Wait for Umma and Buya. Are you going to Malang by yourself?" oceh Zafir looked at his two younger siblings in turn.

The two beautiful twins shook their heads together.

"No," they said.

"But Umma at last, Brother," cried Aira annoyed.

"Patience, Aira, said Ustazah, a patient man dear to God," said Ara advising his brother.

"Uuh," Aira's murmur was upset.

"Yushama, Buuyaaa. Later we will be late, looh," cried Aira ignoring Ara's advice.

"God's Mother, Aira. Why are you screaming like that? Umma and Buya listen, really. We're at home not the forest" Aqeela replied out of her room in a hurry.

"Umma is still wearing the hijab" Aqeela continued.

"Yes, maap Umma. Aira was impatient," replied Aira regretfully.

"Yes, we're leaving now!" Aqeela, Desta and Zafir each pulled one suitcase, while Ara and Aira carried the bag tote together.

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During the journey his two twin sisters continued to chatter nonstop. There is something they tell me.

Zafir until confused. Sounds both of them began to hum with his cherry to listen to songs typical of children the age of Ada and Aira.

Occasionally Aqeela interrupts with sholawat readings and Islamic songs.

"Do not be surprised first you, Zafran and Zafira used to be like that, too" said Desta reminded Zafir in his childhood.

Auto Zafir turned his head for a moment towards Buanyanya, implied a happy smile when Desta told of the childhood of the three twins

I don't know what Buya felt at that time, it's just that he was also happy to watch his parents happy.

Although, their age can still be classified as senior, but the spirit of both is not inferior to his teenage self.

Zafir knew that his parents were married at a very young age. However, so far he has never heard the two quarrel or disagree in front of his children.

Occasional differences of opinion have been, but never got carried away seriously.

As a child he also wants later if married, can imitate both parents.

For Zafir both are Uswatun Hasanah, a good example besides the Prophet.

The vehicle Zafir was driving slowly left Surabaya at a steady pace. Especially when entering the toll, Zafir adjusts the speed as recommended.

Down from the toll, Zafir lowered his speed because there was an instruction from his mother to stop by a boutique owned by one of his friends.

Zafir who has memorized the location without much to ask immediately headed to the boutique Aunty Widi. One of the famous boutiques in the City of Apples.

Zafir parked his car in the yard in a strategic place because he did not want his umma to go too far.

"Let's get off!" tell Aqeela as soon as Zafir turns off the engine.

Aqeela's hands held Zafir's two younger brothers on the right and left.

"Zafir here aja, Umma," Zafir refused while rewinding his seat so that it can be used for rest.

"Inside, Fir!" aqeela was not sincerely waiting in the car like a driver. Even if there is a driver, Aqeela does not allow waiting in the car.

"Uda get there!" he looked at his son.

Zafir finally came out after Buya asked him to obey Aqeela.

"Qeee maak!" greet a fashionable hijab woman cantaloupe color.

"Hai twins," said Widi to Ara and Aira.

"Hello, Auntie," replied Ara and Aira compactly with her cute smile adding to her innocent impression of the two twins Aqeela and Desta.

They are different majors and different ages. When Aqeela was still a Maba (new student), Widi was already sixth semester.

Widi also had a break from college a year after graduating High School, so her graduation also withdrew.

"Well, this is Zafir, huh?" sapa Widi sees Zafir coming in with Desta.

"Yes, Aunt." Zafir salutes his Umma friend.

"Mas Des, how are you?" greeting Widi to Desta.

"Well, Mommy Widi and how's the family?" reply Desta.

"Okay, they're on vacation at home now. Mumpung papa in Malang," replied Widi who is her husband rarely at home because of state duties.

Widi's husband is a Navy TNI Lieutenant. However, whatever the rank, the name of the state servant must be ready with the orders of the top leadership. That's what Widi's husband is going through.

Time with family is a wonderful thing. Quality time is really used.

It's just, Widi has already promised Aqeela. He even took the time to meet his old friend for a moment.

The arrival of Aqeela and her family, of course, to shop for some clothes in her shop, said Desta's wife, "Mumpung me to Malang while you stop by."

Zafir, who grew tired of waiting for Ummanya to try some games, chose to go around to the male-only area.

There are some after that he likes, looks elegant and fit on his body.The model is also not tacky, suitable for teenagers his age.

Still not fit, Zafir called a teenager. (Auto ngakak I nulisnya)

"Bak, which room is next door, huh?" zafir asked a woman.

The woman looked at Zafir in silence, scanning the handsome young man's face sharply.

"Sir, I asked where is the fitting room?" repeat Zafir because the woman is still sculpting.

"I don't know either, Mas," the woman replied without feeling the slightest guilt.

"Kok, don't you know? Isn't this Ma'am an Aunty Widi employee?" tanya Zafir has not accepted.

His heart was already upset not to mention there was a sense of fatigue whack his body. End in emotions that Zafir cannot resist.

"Loh, I'm the same customer as Masnya. Also, that's wearing a brown veil that's a Aunt Widi employee," explained the woman with a sharp tone that Zafir threw.

"Mothers also wear brown veils like them?" Show Zafir lightly.

The woman he did not know her name, unconsciously glanced at the hijab he was using.

"Gosh," she shrieked.

Without permission, the woman immediately wandered towards the female section leaving the confused Zafir looking for a fitting room.

Zafir is often to the boutique Aunty Widi, but never once did he try let alone buy clothes made by his Ummanya friends.

Auto he was confused looking for a fitting room. Desta who had been watching his son just heard the grin without any desire to get close or find out what happened.

He was no different from Zafir. Tired and tired. Although it's only an hour's drive.

Their goal was still less than thirty minutes away. So, he chose to rest rather than help his son.

According to Desta, his son can certainly solve his own problems without his help. It's better to pretend not to know.

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