Wrong Khitbah

122. SK 2: SHOCKK

Afternoon, 13:00

Zahwa and Akhtar were walking hand in hand around the pesantren park. Zahwa felt bored by just sitting quietly at home, he whined want to go out looking for the wind.

Not wanting his wife to cry, Akhtar accepted his request. He clasped Zahwa's hand tightly. When no santri or Uastadz Ustadzah passed by, Akhtar would hug Zahwa's waist from the side to guard him. He didn't want anything to happen to his wife and son.

Even until every land that Zahwa will step on, Akhtar will see in advance whether there is something that will make his wife fall or other obstacles.

Uh. co twitt.

Here they are now, in the back garden. Sitting together on a long bench, the bench that used to be Zahwa's favorite place with Linda and Dini.

"Huuf..." Zahwa exhaled as his butt just landed safely on the chair.

Enjoying the breeze under a shady tree, makes Zahwa remember the times when he was still a santriwati here.

Starting from his first night, until he who cries misses family, vent fatigue, doing full-day activities, taking additional classes together, having a spirit together, joking and chatting together, and others.. I miss those times.

A smile rises behind her niqab, remembering memories, loving grief during her time as a santriwati. Not expecting if she has now become the wife of the child owner of her pesantren first. Hihah... God's scenario is not expected.

"Mom..." Call Zahwa slightly muttered with a fixed straight forward gaze.

"Hem? Yes Queen?"

" May I say something?"

"Can, just say it"

" Honestly, I'd like to go back to my past. I miss the atmosphere of studying here, miss the friends who have always been there for me during my time here, miss all about the memories of this Pesantren"

"Then? You want to repeat it?"

Zahwa

"Well, how could you, haha. At least I can meet them here again"

"All right, I'll make it happen"

"Huh? How's it?"

"Of course you can, you take it easy Queen. But there's no time now"

After 1 hour around the boarding school, Zahwa was hungry and wanted to eat soup noodles. After that, they decided to go look for him.

***

And elsewhere

"Mother.. Zahra doesn't want to go to college. College is tired, not cool. The days of Zahra will be filled with duty. Never mind Mother, Zahra is comfortable with what Zahra is living right now"

"Honey.. You want to be a private teacher forever? Don't want to develop your ability to get higher?"

" Zahra doesn't think anything of Mother. The point is Zahra doesn't want to go to college, period. College sucks, it's a waste of money. The proof is that many scholars are unemployed, his. miriss once. And Zahra doesn't want to be like that"

Look how stubborn he is

"Hufft... It's up to Zahra. If you don't want to go to college it's okay, but think about what your future will be like after this"

Forcing won't be good, just leave it to him he wants how. Being forced is useless.

"Yes.iya..The Mother...Zahra.."

"Good. smart kid.."

"Aamiin.."

"Mother, Zahra is going out to see you. Gathering in the city as usual"

"What's up, Ra? Driver's not here, driver's in Dad's office"

"There's a Mother's taxi. Can it be Mother?"

"All right. be careful. If there is any call Mother as soon as possible"

"Yes Mother.of course. Zahra wants to change clothes first"

10 Minutes later, Zahra came out of the room in new clothes, with a neat appearance of course. After saying goodbye, he left in the taxi he had ordered earlier.

***

The City Perpus

Zahra stood in front of the perpus waiting for her friends . Seen occasionally he glanced, a clock attached to his wrist. It had been 15 minutes he waited but his friends did not show up either. Not usually, because it is more often late if invited to gather.

Striking his feet on the ground with pursed lips, he looked for a place more adem then pulled out his phone.

Opening the phone app, he called both of his friends at once.

'the number you are going to is busy, please leave a message.' tiit!!

He disconnected the phone when he heard the voice of the operator who answered his call.

"Ishh.. Where are they? I usually mope, when I'm late. This is, their turn is late, longer, where can not be contacted. Argh"

Kruukk...

"Emptttt" he smothered his stomach as it rang very loudly

" Duh... my stomach.. laper huh?? Utuutu. kacian.. yuk we find food" Zahra back with his tote bag. Then get out of the gate to find a place to eat.

His head was staring at the edge of the road.

"Ohh no, there are no restaurants or cafes nearby. Oh. jalana ja deh where know there are hidden feeding temoat"

Back his lips pursed, so annoyed with his day that it always carried an irritated aura to him.

With a gontai step, he continued his steps.

Suddenly the sound of a motorcycle horn twitched behind him. Making him reflexively close both ears because he could not bear to hear the commotion.

As he turned back to continue walking, he arranged for a boy about 7 years old to run out of the park and continue to the highway. He turned to look at the car like a motorbike was getting faster and closer to the boy.

The boy who didn't know anything kept running around without looking around.

"LUCKYASSSS!!"

Zahra's screams were not intended for the students on the motorcycle.

"Gig... Don't run there...No.kk...."

.

.

"Arghhh..."

"Aww.gts.."

Leg.deg...

"Bu-Buu's...Lathe..."

Zahra opened both of her eyes, which were immediately met with the hazel eyes of the boy in her arms.

"Rubu.huwaaa..Bubu.hiks...hiks.." Zahra was shocked when the child she saved hugged her sobbing

"Mum-bu???" Zahra muttered in astonishment

Zahra got up and returned the arms of the boy. After the crying had subsided. Zahra asked slowly

"Dik is beautiful.. whose name is he?? Tell me, brother dong.."

" No, Kakaq. But, Bu-Bu"

"Huh? Bubu?? Your name is Bubu??"

The boy shook his head

"I'm Qyla. Thanks yeah.. Bubu is good, actually Abi said, Bubu is always there when we are in danger. Qyla dear Bubu." said the boy again hugged Zahra who was getting confused.

Zahra sat him beside her. Yes they are sitting on a park bench.

"Your name is Qyla? Hm. beautiful rich man her"

"The tube is also beautiful" the boy replied exasperating Zahra

"Qyla. That brother's name is Brother Zahra not Bubu.. Whose bruise is that??"

"No.not Brother Zahra..Bubu..Qyla's grandfather"

Zahra clapped, in her heart she muttered "O God, what other trials are these.."

" Deck.. The brother has a name. Not Bubu, Bubu. What is Bubu?"

"Rubber? Bubu period does not know the meaning of Bubu anyway"

"She doesn't know, so tell me"

" Abi Qyla said, Bubu it is..."

"Qyla!!"

His calls behind them made the boy who claimed to be named Qyla stop his speech. They both turned back to look back.

"AAABIIII.." the scream of the boy cheered cheerfully.

"Ah.. Qyla. You finally met son. Abi was worried" said the man hugging Qyla tightly, seemingly if he loved and loved Qyla very much.

And Zahra? He covered his mouth with one hand. His body retreated two steps back with a heart that wanted to be dislodged.

Shock for the second time, his heart shattered like it was in a stab with hot lead. (it was more Ra).

Is.deg..deg..

"Sister Fahri.."

Tests...

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Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.. hayy reader of the novel Salah Khitbah.. There are still people right?? Still dong yes InsyaaAllah.

Thank you so much for the author.. Alhmadillahpov.. Author healthy ko.. Alhamdulillah..what are you? may we always be in the protection of Allah SWT yes.aamiin & & Serma

A big apology because othor disappeared without news and certainty . Ekhem 🤣🤣

And sorry, the author has not been able to up as usual.

The reason Author disappeared for a week in is because Author is working on a proposal. For this reason, the author asks for help with prayer... Hopefully Author's proposal goes into its advanced stages. Aami is in a position

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