Zulaikha's Last Love

Chapters. 8. Slap

"divorce me, Mas!"

that one sacred word coming out of my mouth made the look on Mas Defin's face very scary, but I don't care anymore about what happened to him. Really, I've told her that she's not my soul mate.

I slightly shifted Mas Defin's body to get into the room, seeing my husband's face made my heart even more claustrophobic.

"we can talk about this with Zulaikha, not with a divorce like this!"

I clenched my hand even more, just as he said he could talk about this all right. He should have talked to me from the beginning, not at a time like this!

"There's nothing more we should talk about! enough already! go, go with the woman you said was your first wife. Let me find my own way."

Blam, I closed the door very tightly. That's enough, I really can't take it anymore. My body slumped down behind the door, my husband was really mean to me.

I cried alone in the quiet, countless hours I had spent waiting for him. My struggle ended in vain, the man I loved so much sprinkled a deadly poison in my heart to make my mind hurt.

Wh who? who exactly married her? why do I never know? why didn't his family tell me that? or does no one know that he is married? then why did he marry me? what reason?

Question after question kept spinning in my head, all the years I've known her I didn't know anything about her.

Slowly I began to rise, I felt my feet numb from being folded for too long. I started crawling up onto the bed, then picked up the pillow and hugged it tightly.

O God, I leave to you everything that happens in this life. You are the owner of the heart, You the owner of the body. Only You have the right to lay down the destiny of a despicable servant

I slowly closed my eyes, hoping for peace even in my dreams.

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I stretched my body when I heard the sound of Adzan reverberating, I lifted the blanket that still faithfully covered the body while coming down from the bed.

I went to the bathroom to cleanse myself against the Divine. I take the prayer mats hanging beside the glass cupboard, not forgetting the mukena and the Qur'an that give peace of mind.

When I had finished fulfilling my duty, I raised my hand to ask forgiveness and do'a. Several times tears came back, as I began to complain to the Owner.

O Allah, I am like a small ship that is tossed against a reef in the middle of a great sea. Guide me, show me the way, light my steps, and give strength to every decision I make.

O Allah, give guidance to my household. If You outline the destiny of separation between us, then please allow this heart to accept it. But if You outline the destiny of a mate, then give a speck of light in the darkness of our marriage.

I rubbed my face when I finished complaining to the Sovereign, then I opened the Qur'an thankfully humming to calm the weak soul.

After I was done with all my complaints, I immediately left the room to prepare breakfast as usual. But my steps stopped when I saw a man sitting in the kitchen chair, who else in the house if not my husband.

"you just woke up?"

he asked as I got closer, I saw some cigarette butts run aground smoked and located the top of the ashtray.

I just nodded my head to answer Mas Defin's question, then switched to open the refrigerator to pick up vegetables and fish that I would process into a breakfast menu.

I don't know what he's doing here, but his whereabouts are really disturbing to my memory. I couldn't concentrate on what I was going to do.

After 1 hour of struggling in the kitchen, I washed my hands and cleaned up the slightly messy table. My husband is still faithful to be in that place as if he was accompanying me.

I switched to making a cup of tea for him who still smokes cigarettes, whether it's been a stem that I'm sure the ashtray looks full of carna.

"This is the tea, Mas." I put the tea down carefully, I'm afraid that the incident happened again.

Suddenly the ringing of the phone sounded quite loud, I glanced towards Mas Defin who instantly grabbed the phone and moved away from me.

Who's calling him? why did he stay away?

mind after mind kept wandering in my head, I chose to go up to the room after the breakfast menu was perfectly served.

I sat pensively on the bed, thinking about what this relationship would be like in the future. But my heart was really curious about everything that happened, I was curious about why my husband married me.

I took my wallet and cell phone, and put it in my bag. I immediately went out of the room after wearing a hijab that always covered my head if I was outside the house.

Not wanting to get too late, I got into the car and drove him to the store.

About 10 minutes I have arrived, the atmosphere of the store looks still quiet because the clock still shows at 7 am.

The kids must be sleeping

I stepped in after opening the door using the spare key that I always carry, I saw the state of the store was still very messy a sign that the two girls were still wrapped under the covers.

Because I felt uncomfortable seeing the stuff scattered, I finally took the cleaning tools to clean up the entire contents of the store.

***

1 hour later, the shop was clean and tidy. I put the equipment back in and went to the room of two girls who really don't remember waking up.

"Lailaha illallah Muhammadar Rasullullah," I shouted very loudly making two sleeping humans wriggle because they were disturbed by my screams.

"Wake up! Syifa, Sita, wake you up!" I pulled their legs one by one until they groaned furiously, then I forced them to get up and open their eyes.

"duh, what the hell is Ma'am!" Syifa looked at me in annoyance, she flicked her lips while glaring making me chuckle softly.

"what time did you guys sleep last night?" I asked by putting my hands on the waist, even though the clock had shown at 8 but they were still pillow faces.

"not long ago Ma'am," Syifa answered my question while yawning while Sita had run into the bathroom.

"you are an adult Syifa, when the clock is just waking up!" I repeat my talk every morning, but even so my sister still does not hear it.

"iya-iya Ma'am," the answer has always been the same since 10 years ago.

After making sure they woke up, I went to the kitchen to make them breakfast. Girls who don't deserve to be imitated.

"well, it smells great,"

I heard Syifa's voice that was still on the stairs, I turned my head and found her running towards the dining table together with Sita.

"spend! Ma'am wants to open a shop first," I ordered them as I left.

I began to open the shop with basmalah words, hoping that today's sustenance will be full of grace and blessing. I turned the writing close into an open hanging right on the front door.

While waiting for customers, I chose to water some plants that were already somewhat dry.

Ting, suddenly the sound of the door ringing signifies that there is a customer coming.

"good morning, can I help you?" I asked kindly so that my customers would feel comfortable and happy.

"you're Zulaikha, right?

I was a little surprised when I heard her tight voice, then I looked towards the beautiful woman whose face was very familiar to me.

"right Ma'am, is there a-"

Plaque, I was very surprised as one slap floated right into my face.

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