When Your Love Knocks on the Door of My Heart

Not Worth It for You...

Father chatted for a moment after giving an explanation about me and Zen. Not how long Dad's been saying goodbye.

"Tomorrow Zen to the house. I'll talk about something" said dad when he was coming home.

"God willing, yeah. Later Al said. Be careful on the road, well" I said while slightly bowing respectfully. Mr. Tatang smiled and waved his hand at father.

I immediately say goodbye to the principal to return to the teacher's room.

Today is not too crowded activities, while on campus even I have no schedule.

I chose to go home early from school, when Zen sent a message he was back from his activities.

"Dad told Mr. Tatang that we are married" I said as I prepared Zen clothes after coming from the bathroom.

Zen looked at me while laughing.

"That means happy dad has a daughter-in-law like you, baby" Zen dried her wet hair.

"Aamiinu. I'm happy dong ya.May continue to be able to make happy people we love"

"I'm sorry, honey. For the past few years we haven't been able to formalize our marriage" Zen gave a soft kiss on my cheek.

"It's okay. The most important thing for me is that you always love me" I said while fixing the Zen shirt.

Zen smiled

"God willing. Always, you have to trust me. In my heart this is long ago, now, and later only you"

"Aamiin.it has always been my hope since being with you"

Zen hugged me tightly and gave a kiss on my cheek again.

"You know, honey. If we always trust each other and communicate in any way in this relationship, I'm sure everything will be fine. Thank you for accepting me"

I returned Zen's embrace.

"Yes, I had a message for us. Later afternoon awaited at my father's house. He said there's gonna be something to talk to you about"

"alright. After our ashar prayer there" Zen stepped up to take his hand phone.

"Darling, what's the food this afternoon?" Zen stared. I smiled a little.

"I made your favorite spaghetti. You go to the front room, I'll bring you lunch"

Zen chuckled and stepped out of the room. I cleaned the room for a moment and went to the kitchen.

Since coming home from school, I haven't had a break. Activities like this will probably add up for the following days.

Hmmmm, I must enjoy every change that has happened in my life. Is not being a wife and serving a husband the highest worship for a woman?.

Father once said that as high as any education and position of a woman, when she was in the household was still a wife. And the duty of the wife can not be replaced with anything and anyone. Because the value of worship is high and perfect.

Bismillah.I have been doing every activity in my daily life lately is a new happy thing.

Take care of this happiness, O Allah.

Not long ago a simple spaghetti was ready. I tidied up the kitchen a moment later bringing lunch for my husband.

The handsome man I saw was busy with his gawai, while the laptop opened in front of him with a moving graphic display that I did not understand the meaning.

Zen smiled at my presence, but was still busy talking to someone. It might be his business partner.

I put the tray of food on the table next to Zen sitting down, and then tried to bribe him because I saw he was very busy with the device and the little note in his next hand.

Without refusing or asking I began to thrust a mouthful of spaghetti with the fork I had prepared. Zen laughed without a sound and opened his mouth.

After the contents of the plate had moved to Zen's stomach, I poured water. And don't forget to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Zen glared his eyes and returned my kiss with the movement of his lips.

"If it's over I wait in the room, yaaa" I whispered slowly not wanting to interfere with his activities.

Zen nodded.

I left Zen.

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This afternoon Zen and I were at my father's house. I was with Khala Fatmah sitting in the front garden. Susana this afternoon was beautiful. The weather is cool and fresh with the wind blowing slowly.

Dad and Zen were talking in my study. While I wait to spend time with Khala Fatmah.

"How is life after marriage, Al. Does Zen not trouble you?" khala Fatmah smiled at me while enjoying her favorite cup of mint leaf tea.

"Thank God. Thus, Al. We should be able to balance the activities of the husband with the best service" Khala Fatmah smiled sweetly. Her beautiful face was clearly visible despite her age.

"Thank you, khala. Please pray for us to always be istiqomah" I asked.

Khala Fatmah smiled.

"Yes, is there no plan you reduce your activities so that you can immediately get a baby"

I was silent for a moment. Last night Zen asked me.

"God willing, khala. Zen gave me some advice yesterday. After that high school class, I'm gonna resign"

"Goodoo. Which oenting every problem and decision you talk about together. And what you need to know maybe in the future you will be more patient with your husband's activities"

I looked at Khala Fatmah with a frown.

"What do you mean?"

"Your husband will be totality in his business. Of course, new activities for college will also be his priority. You must be able to divide your time well, accompany and help your husband. That's the real wife's job"

I nodded slowly.

"Smart self-care for husband. Zen is still young, there will be many temptations that block your marriage. Therefore, Khala advised not to ignore the slightest communication together and open"

"Yes, khala. Al will remember khala's message. Please advise khala" I said expectantly.

Khala Fatmah certainly understands the character of Zen. Because he has always been in the Zen family, especially since his mother Zen died.

There are many jokes and chats that I can make learning about the household, especially how to be the wife of a young entrepreneur like Zen. Khala Fatmah has given me a lot of new things in my life.

Suddenly the ringing of my phone stopped our conversation. I saw an anonymous number on the screen. I frowned. Who's yaa...

"I'm sorry, khala. Wait a minute...Al pick up the phone first" I gave permission to Khala Fatmah who was answered with a nod.

"Assalamualaikum.." I said as I waited for the answer across.

"Vaalaikumsalam. I'm sorry this is Almira's mom, huh?" answer a sura lady across the. I don't feel like I know his voice.

"Yes right. Who is this?" many wonder.

"Bu Almira, meet Shinta's business partner Zen Pratama" the woman's voice was a bit harsh. I don't know what his face looks like. But if you hear from her social status, of course, this woman named Shinta is beautiful and attractive.

"It's nice to know you, Miss Shinta" I replied flatly and politely.

"I don't think I need to talk to Mom. I just wanted to let you know that Zen and I have been in a close relationship for the past year" he said clearly from across the street.

I'm appalled. My heart is jealous and disliked.

"I'm sorry, do you know who I am?" I asked still with a controlled voice even though my heart was getting hot.

Maybe it's a misunderstanding.I think it's positive.

"Almira Rashad is now in a relationship with Zen. I know who the mother is" Shinta said on the phone.

"May I know, what is the status of your relationship with Zen if you say relationship?" ask again.

"I think you understand my point better" he said briefly.

"Near relationship is a lot. Dating, close friends, business associates, and much more" I replied casually.

"We're dating, ma'am" she replied spontaneously.

I listened to some explanations from the woman named Shinta patiently.

"All right, so that's why you called me?" I asked after she explained what kind of relationship she had with Zen.

"Yups and I don't want you to get too close to Zen" he said with a little emphasis.

I'm laughing a little.

"Alright, Shinta. I'll talk to Zen later. And please remember these words of mine that Zen is not worthy of you. Good afternoon" I said and disconnected the phone.

I took a deep breath to calm my heart.

It seems that the stumbling block is starting to appear but I am not a young girl who is easily ignited emotions even though I admit there is jealousy and dislike in my small heart.

The ringing of the phone with the same number appears again on my hand phone screen. A total of three times rang without wanting me to answer again.

Hmmmm. Let's see Shinta. You just don't know who I am and who Zen is.

I smiled blandly.