ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Gathering

Clara is seen coming down the stairs to the kitchen to get some drinking water. There is a bik Nani who is preparing breakfast.

"Non want breakfast now?" ask bik Nani.

Clara put down the empty glass. "Let's Bik, Clara's waiting for daddy."

"Yes it's Non."

Clara approaches Nani's bik and hugs from behind the middle-aged woman who nurtured her as a child.

"Sorry Clara, Clara is still stubborn" Clara said in a regretful tone.

"Yes Non, Auntie knows. But Non Clara has to learn to obey her master. All for Non Clara's own good. Poor Mr. Non, he's working hard for Non Clara." Bik Nani gave Clara advice

Meanwhile, Clara was still silent and spoiled on Bik Nani's shoulders. He slightly bent his body, as Clara's body was taller than Bik Nani's. Although she was only 14 years old, she had grown into a girl who looked more mature than her age. Her body is tall and her face is beautiful. Maybe there's some blood on Clara's side. But out of nowhere because his parents are pure Indonesian.

"Already dong Non freelin Aunty, still smell this sweat Non."

"Nothing Bik. Bik Nani is like a mother to Clara" said Clara who then took off her arms.

The sound of a bell ringing.

"Let Clara open the bik."

Clara opened the door.

Looked at someone with a dark blue long-sleeved hem and black pants, carrying a backpack on his back. He stood behind the door.

"Who is it?" ask Clara.

The man turned his body. Daaaannnnn. . . .

"Astaghfirullohal 'adzyme!" exclaim that person while closing their eyes.

He was shocked when he saw there was a girl with clothes that he thought was lacking in materials. Clara at that time was only wearing shorts above the knee and sleeveless shirts. For Clara it was her casual clothes. To him it was like seeing the garden of hell.

"Why did you close your eyes? You think I'm kunti," grumbled Clara.

"What's the Non? Who's coming?" ask Bik Nani who came over.

"It's a freak." Clara who was still upset went inside again.

"Well, Bik?" asked the young man while opening his eyes.

"Yes already. This is Fachri Boy?"

"Yes Bik me Fachri, sorry I was shocked," replied Fachri while holding his chest.

"Let's go in Nak Fachri. I show you the room" Bik Nani.

Fachri followed in the footsteps of Bik Nani.

"So that's Mr Steven's daughter, huh Bik?" ask Fachri when he gets to his room.

"Yes that was non Clara. Mr. Stev's daughter is gonna take care of Nak Fachri. If facing non Clara must be patient . His son was actually good but now it's hard to manage." Bik Nani told a little about Clara.

"Yes my Bik understands."

"Yes, please rest first, maybe the master will come soon."

"Good Bi. I also found time at the home." Fachri went into his room.

Fachri is grateful to have met Mr. Steven. A person who has done well in his life. Because Mr. Steven was the one who had been a donor at the place where he lived.

*30 minutes later

Randi and Mr. Steven have arrived. Bik Nani who from earlier in the kitchen immediately ran to open the door.

"Clara's having breakfast Bik?" asked Steven as he walked in.

"No sir, Non Clara said she wanted to have breakfast with you" replied Bik Nani who walked in her master's footsteps.

"Then prepare the breakfast and call Clara."

Then Steven entered his room changed into a casual dress.

Soon the daughter and the father were at the dinner table. They only had breakfast together, while the others had breakfast in the back room.

"Is Daddy not wrong?" Clara opened the conversation after she finished eating.

"You mean Fachri?" steven asked while wiping his mouth.

"He's a young man sholeh Clara. He can teach you a lot. Daddy's convinced Fachri's the best to take care of you."

"She's just met Clara directly mention, like meeting kuntilanak."

"Maybe from now on you have to learn to dress up so that Fachri does not mention every time you meet," Steven said with a chuckle.

"Daddy want me to be like Aisha?" Clara seemed to be getting upset.

"Yes, if you want to be like Aisyah, Daddy will be very happy" Steven said in a teasing tone.

"Cityhhhhh. . . Daddy's bummer!" Clara sulks by folding her chest hand while pouting.

"Well, if for example you could be Fachri's Aisyah." Steven still teasing his daughter.

"Daddy. . . !!!" Clara even glared, then rose from sitting and was about to move her legs.

"Where are you going?" stevan asked still not satisfied with teasing his daughter.

"To room. Clara sebel."

"Don't be that manyun! Let's play badminton, it's been a long time since daddy didn't play with this beautiful daddy's daughter." Steven got up from his seat and pinched Clara's nose which was sharp, although not as sharp as Indian artists.

"Daddy anyway! Keep busy."

"You get changed, Daddy wait in the back."

Clara passed her legs. "Remember wearing Clara's long-sleeved sports shirt." Steven's still teasing Clara.

"Clara doesn't have."

Steven smiled looking at Clara who had already climbed the stairs. She rarely had time for her daughter. The business world keeps him busy, there is a reason why he is rarely home lately.

Steven picked up the sports gear and headed to the field behind the house. There is a door from the lounge that connects the back spaciousness.

Next to it is a swimming pool and a small garden with colorful flowers. And a small fish pond.

There is also a swing that became a favorite place of Clara and Randi. They often tell stories and joke around.

Meanwhile Clara and her father had already started the game. Sometimes Clara screams and then laughter.

Fachri and Randi only watched from a distance.

At the sight of Randi, Clara invites him to play basketball, because the father is exhausted. The field can indeed be used for multipurpose.

While Steven invites Fachri to speak to explain his duties.

The day was getting hot they ended the game and rested.

As usual when the twilight sky began to show the orange sky, Clara was already standing in the balcony of her room. Close your eyes with your hands pressed together. "God thank you for daddy's love today but mama's love hasn't come yet. I miss brother. Lord, give me also sincere love from someone."

Maghrib time has arrived, Steven invites everyone to pray together in a room that is used specifically for prayer. Fachri was appointed priest. Every reading of his words calms the listening heart. Especially for Clara, her heart rippled. I don't know what that feeling is?

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Under the twilight sky

Above the earth the khaliq

Between shajaroh and al azhar

Heard the call of the mahabbah

An angel without wings

Flocking to meet the call

Kowtowing to muthma'innal quulub

Yes Muqollibal Quluubi, Tsabbit Qalbii 'alaa Diinika

 

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