Zulaikha's Last Love

Chapters. 20. Reunite

Zulaikha and the two girls were already in the car to head to a very viral place right now.

Along the way, they spent it joking. Every now and then, Syifa and Sita would fight each other if it did not match the material of their story, making Zulaikha laugh when he saw the excitement of the two boys.

After a 45-minute journey, Zulaikha's car reached the destination. There are many oceans of people gathered there.

"Actually, what is this place?" Zulaikha looked to the right and left watching the humans who were wearing unique child-style clothes.

"it's called Sam's fashion week! not reading the news?" syifa's lips while busy photographing people passing by, while Sita has disappeared to where her spirit is in that place.

"where is Sita?" asked Zulaikha who did not see the whereabouts of her foster sister, while Syifa felt indifferent and kept busy with her phone.

"Come, Ma'am! we go there, "pointing Syifa to the crowd who are currently watching the show of the people who are showing off their clothes.

Zulaikha's head felt very dizzy when he saw the number of people in that place, he then shook his head to reject the invitation of the younger brother.

"Bak, you're just there!" zulaikha said as he walked towards the meatballs seller at that place.

"real? You don't own your own father here?" ask Syifa while following the steps of her brother.

Zulaikha nodded his head to answer Syifa, "but remember, don't be long! keep looking for that Sita!" zulaikha ordered, then she ordered a glass of juice to flush her throat.

"get ready Buk boss," Syifa replied as she turned around and left Zulaikha at that place, Zulaikha only smiled when he saw the younger brother who was very enthusiastic about seeing the event.

"It's the Neng juice." A middle-aged man placed a glass of juice with a large chunk of ice in front of Zulaikha.

"thank you, sir," said Zulaikha with a sweet smile.

"is there any more Neng, who wants to order?" ask the father kindly.

"emm what sir? meatballs are empty, but it is packed with stew chicken sir," Zulaikha's message, actually he just wanted to drink but because he saw the look on the face of the seller's father who looked a little somber, but he was very happy, be Zulaikha ordering food as well.

Before long, Mr. seller had come with a bowl of meatballs ordered by Zulaikha and served it on the table.

"thank you, sir" said Zulaikha, he asked the seller's father to accompany him to sit in that place.

"whose name is Father? is the real father here?" asked Zulaikha while putting meatballs in her mouth.

"the name of Mr. Sobar Neng, the original Mr. Surabaya," replied Mr. Sobar.

"wow, so you wander here?" zulaikha is back.

"iya Neng, it's been 10 years. But yes, it did not work," said Mr. Sobar, he lowered his head as if he wanted to cry.

"not that it didn't work, sir, but it hasn't. Insyallah someday you will certainly achieve all the wishes and ideals of the Father," said Zulaikha softly, he reviewed a smile to encourage the Father.

"the son of the Father is still small Neng, the cost for daily needs is increasingly expensive. Not to mention for the school fees, what can you afford, to raise them!" soft lips Mr. Sobar spoke with a cry that began to fall from the eye.

"Sir, the Power never gives trials beyond the scope of the ability of all His creatures. Allah has also prepared the most beautiful gift, for anyone who has managed to pass through all His trials with patience and sincerity," said Zulaikha slowly, his hands stretched out rubbing Mr. Sobar's back to give him calm.

"insyaAllah Neng, inshaAllah," said Mr. Sobar while removing the tears that still remain on his face.

Then Zulaikha gave a little advice and input to Mr. Sobar, how to run a business in order to compete in this harsh era.

Zulaikha also gave input to food and drinks that he had enjoyed, as well as new innovations so that the sale of Pak Sobar was ogled by the community.

Although Mr. Sobar is only a traveling meatball seller, but it does not rule out the possibility if someday he will become a successful businessman.

A man in a black suit, had since noticed Zulaikha who was chatting with a meatball seller. At first he wanted to go to Zulaikha because he remembered the woman's face, but his steps stopped when Zulaikha provided motivation for the Bakso seller.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Ammar, who was standing next to Zulaikha.

"Wa'alaikum salam" replied Zulaikha and Mr. Sobar simultaneously.

"how's it going, Ma'am? it's nice to see Mbak again" said Ammar with a smile that adorns his handsome face.

"alhamdulillah be healthy, Mas. How was it myself?" ask Zulaikha.

"alhamdulillah Allah is still giving health and the opportunity for me to be able to meet with Mbak again," he replied cheerfully making Zulaikha's smile more fluffy.

"This gas is just there," he said while chuckling softly.

"oh yeah, do you want to order something? the food and drinks here are very good," Zulaikha bargained like selling his own merchandise.

"maybe, if so I order the same food and drink as this Mbak sir!" ammar said to Mr. Sobar who was standing near his meatball cart.

With enthusiasm, Mr. Sobar prepared Ammar's order while Ammar himself was chatting ria with Zulaikha.

"Don't you like to look like this too?" ask Ammar while pointing at the girls who are posing like lower-board models.

"ah, no! I was with my sisters" replied Zulaikha, he again sipped the juice that was still half a glass he drank.

"don't be formal, let's just say I'm your sister!" ammar exclaimed to make Zulaikha terjankan shocked in his seat.

"loh? how's sister?" Zulaikha felt strange and confused by the man before her.

"kok sister? it will be even impolite" said Zulaikha.

"i'm still young, you know, your age must be older than mine!" guess Ammar.

"he's like he's showing off who's younger and who's older!" Zulaikha was both annoyed and resentful.

"how old are you?" ask Zulaikha directly.

"i'm 24, Ma'am, what if Ma'am?" ask Ammar back.

"uh uh? 24, it is still very young, yes" exclaimed Zulaikha.

"indeed, from his face it could be seen that he was young," Zulaikha nodded his head.

"does my face look old?" ammar asked, blasting his lips.

"why does he resemble Syifa and Sita?:

"no, not that. Because you wear ginikan office clothes so it looks more mature," said Zulaikha.

They were like two people who had known each other for a long time, there was no awkwardness between them when they chimed in on each other.

From a distance, a man sharpened his eyesight when he saw a woman he knew very well was chatting with a man.

He extended his legs wide to get closer to the woman regardless of the babble the woman was with him.

"Zulaicha!"

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TBC.

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