Wrong Khitbah
53. SK : SELFISH
S E L A M A T M E M B A C A
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Soekarno - Hatta Airport
A well-built man walked out dragging his suitcase and looking for a taxi for him to come home.
No one knows about his return to Indonesia.
Ciitt's...
A taxi stopped in front of him.
"Road ..blablabla.."
"Oke mas" said the taxi driver
Taxis started walking through crowded streets. Under the hot sun. He was upset, his head was dizzy thinking about how to explain later.
It's gonna be all fucked up. Nothing's probably gonna be okay. He leaned his back he massaged the base of his nose. His eyes closed, his chest tight.
Why does this taqdir play tricks on me.
Happy thinking Kang...
***
Switch to Zahwa
He is currently on the plane. His eyes could not be closed for only 15 minutes. Last night, he had a hard time not being able to sleep.
Black curvature adorned her ayu face. But his eyes still refused to close. And chose to look out the small window beside her.
Shortly after, the plane landed. After a series of other procedures. He immediately walked out on the Azzam, Helwa and Humaira from behind.
He called a taxi and stopped in front of him. He got closer to the taxi and did not look back. Azzam who saw it immediately ran to Zahwa.
"Pak.ke Pesantren Al-Anshor yes...On d-" his speech was cut off when Azzam had already pulled his hand.
"What the hell is Wa. We go home now" Azzam said.
"Kan kemaren Wawa also said that he wanted to go to Pesantren directly. The holidays are over" said Zahwa staring sultryly at Azzam
"Wa..don't do this. What to think and Mother and Father later. What do you answer to them"
"Just like Wawa said"
"Laughter.we go home. Later Abang will permit the same Buya directly if your reason is only because your holiday rations are exhausted"
" No, I can't dong"
"Can! Aren't you thinking of Father and Mother missing you?"
Zahwa was silent, after which he smiled wryly
"They don't miss, the evidence is silent"
"Laughter..." Azzam's voice softened. Zahwa is a gentle person but because his mood is not good anymore so he is a little different.
"Look on the deck.that problem we talk about later. We met Father with Mother first" said Helwa finally spoke up
For a moment he thought. He nodded shortly. Make Azzam and Helwa relieved. Even though in their day there is actually a feeling of anxiety.
"But Wawa still wants to take a taxi"
Azzam nodded.
The driver hauled Zahwa's things inside.
"Sir.jadi to blablabla housing.jalan xxxx ya"
"Yes" said the driver
Zahwa got into a taxi and slowly walked out of the airport.
Soon Syeena's family car came to pick up Azzam and Helwa.
In the taxi Zahwa just silently daydreamed. The quiet atmosphere was only the roar of the car heard.
No matter what wind, his heart shrank pain when listening to a song that had just been played by the driver.
...----------------...
Maybe you're not my true love
Maybe you're not my soul mate
Which the Lord has sent down to be
My life companion
Maybe you're not my true love
Maybe you're not my soul mate
Which the Lord has sent down to be
My life companion
It's heavy for me
Split with you
But I must let go
Love cannot be forced
Song: When I Go~Dadali Song
"Oh Allah.it hurts. Why it fits so well. Is it true. She's not my real love???" inner Zahwa
How outrageous, it turns out that Mr. Driver is addicted to the song. During the course of the song he played many times. Making Zahwa become cornered, as if the whole world is indeed against what he and Fatih expect.
Mr. driver.pak driver..adong-adong sajo (there are only ~batak).
***
Zahwa has arrived as well as Azzam.
They were warmly welcomed by Mother Fatimah.
Arriving there, Ali's father immediately carried his grandson. And hugged his daughter's son.
"Dad..Wawa longs.." whispered Zahwa in the arms of Ali's father
"Ehhehe...miss huh? That's why the holiday came back here" said Ali's father again insinuated his taqdir.
If only now they had mastered.
"If I had come home yesterday for sure, this wouldn't have happened"
"Say.bla.bla.bla.."
It's all happened.
Zahwa did not see Zahra there. Mother said she was going out with her friends.
After that Zahwa went up to his room. It raises questions in the minds of Father and Mother.
"What's wrong with her?"
After cleaning it turns out his drowsiness is increasingly becoming. When he wanted to get on his bed, Azzam came to make sure of his condition.
"Wawa is fine. Don't worry.At this time Zahwa is not wanting to be disturbed. Wawa wanted to rest" Zahwa cut off immediately before Azzam let out his voice
"Welcome to rest Wa" Azzam again closed the door Zahwa could only sigh softly.
It didn't take long. As soon as Zahwa put his body on the bed. The dreamland had already drowned him.
While Azzam went to find Mother Fatimah.
He saw the door of Mother Fatimah's room open a little.
"Bund.."
"Mother.."
"Yes..Mother in Zam.Just enter" said Mother from inside.
"What's Zam?" Mother Fatimah asked after seeing Azzam enter and close the door and give a little gap.
"Mother.there's something Azzam wants to say"
"Yes.what's up? Say"
"Bismillah" Azzam said in his heart
"Mother..Zahwa's..." Azzam explained to Mother Fatimah starting from he who accidentally found Zahwa's letter and read it. Knowing a man has confessed his feelings to his sister. Zahwa's feelings, Zahwa's waiting, to Zahwa's state of fainting on the phone by Zahra and Zahwa's changed state. All Azzam told Mother Fatimah.
His heart aches listening to it all. Her tears are flowing
"Astaghfirullah.why didn't Wawa say anything?" The voice of Mother Fatimah trembled she could feel her pain of being Zahwa at this time.
"Azzam also said so Mother.but Zahwa.. aarrgghhh" Azzam ruffled his hair.
"And Zahra... He has received the Khitbahan and soon is the official proposal and will be in direct marriage. He also loves Fatih, even he is very happy at this time" said Mother Fatimah
"Mother.in addition to Zahra's happiness. There's a wounded person" in Azzam's mind
"Mother, however, we must tell Zahra. Zahwa and Fatih both love each other Mother." said Azzam carefully. Because she knew Mother Fatimah loved Zahra very much
"Oh Allah.Kok be like this?? "
"We should talk to her, poor Mother Wawa.."
Mother Fatimah nodded
"Yes right. Later we will talk so that he mele-" said Mother Fatinah cut because
suddenly...
BRAAKK..... Door's open
He showed Zahra with his face.
"No. I don't want to let go. I love him.." The argument was quick
"Zahra.understand.we talk- "
"Enough Brother! Brother only cares about Sister Wawa. Stopp!!!" Zahra's words cut through Azzam's speech
"Zorah..."
"Have you forgotten that the one in the sermon I am not DIAAA..." Said Zahra in a loud voice
"But Zahra.all of this is wrong.You are the Salah Khitbah"
"NO...!!!! YOU GUYS ARE WRONG..NOTHING IS WRONG.I am not at the sermon of Kak Wawa...IT'S NOT..."
"I'm not going to let go. I want to stay married to him. Don't you guys stop me. I am the one in the SERMON. Not DIAAA"
"This IS THE WRONG SERMON OF Zahra..."
"SIMPLINGS!!!!"
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