Orange hues beautify the corners of the sky. Some children are still so excited to play catch up in front of Haziya's house. There is no need for an invitation for the little ones, because whenever there is an event anywhere, it is a common thing to find in the village when the house is full of cheers and laughter from children. They would only go home when sunset came, coming back until ten o'clock at night to sleep. Since Lidya's engagement ceremony was held after the Insha'a prayer, they had asked permission from their parents to pray at Haziya's house. It was Adil and Nirsyal who asked Mrs. Lisa for permission. As long as they are obedient, they don't mess up the event later, it's fine.
However, something was different this time. Zaweel's presence in the midst of the boys made the noise even more. A grown man who stands out among the rest. He played with them.
"Ziya, you look like you have a lot on your mind.
Haziya expressed her gratitude because last night's event went smoothly. He was very happy to see his sister Lidya happy with the arrival of Hanif's family to propose to her. Now he was going to meet Shabir to keep his promise to the man, as agreed last night. Shabir did not spoil the solemn atmosphere of Lidya's event.Haziya did not know who told Shabir about the proposal. It could be his neighbor who has distant kinship ties with Shabir, I don't know. Haziya didn't want to be suspicious, even if it was true she couldn't confront them or reprimand them because Haziya didn't have solid evidence. Haziya tried not to get emotional whenever her neighbors interfered in personal matters. Even though he usually doesn't want to interfere in other people's business, why are so many disturbing his personal life since the issue of the household cracked. Now his hanging status has become the subject of backbiting among the neighbors. However, he didn't want to be provoked
Tired of bearing the burden of thoughts did not dampen Haziya to keep smiling when greeting her family at home. He didn't want to burden them with his troubles."Assalamualaikum, ma'am, what are you cooking?" Smell the aroma of his mother's cooking that invites lust since he entered the house. Haziya changed clothes first in the room before heading to the kitchen. His stomach that had not been filled earlier at the restaurant, coming home immediately after meeting Vina made him feel hungry.Haziya is grateful that she still has complete parents. The lamp of the heart in times of sadness and it feels heavy to live this life. The moral support from both of them really helped Haziya's psyche.No matter how much the inhabitants of this earth hated him, as long as his father and mother were always there for him he would not be afraid. Haziya believes that every problem she faces is a level that is
Having friends even if only a few, but helping each other in difficult times and always providing support so that the spirit is again in times of need is a gift to be grateful for. Beneficial for the world and the hereafter is better than many friends only when you are happy, playing until you forget time and obligations.Haziya greeted them happily, ushering Miska, Anis and Zaweel into the house. Even though it was only this morning that the three of them came home from home, and in the afternoon they returned, still Haziya's mother treated them like guests."Eat the fried rice first, the rendang meat is still delicious. This is Lidya's favorite rendang beans, soft. Let's eat it!" Mother welcomes those who do not have the heart to refuse even though they have lunch. Out of respect for their hosts, they sat in a circle around the dining table to eat their food."Ziya doesn't eat?" asked Anis rebuking Haziya who was busy
The trial scheduled to start at ten in the morning was pushed back to half past eleven. Even though it was only thirty minutes longer because it was reported that the judge was a little late, due to traffic jams, Haziya's family and friends had arrived at the Sharia court office an hour ago.They were so eager to support Haziya, so that she could quickly be released from her status as the wife of Shabir. The man even until this moment did not see the bridge of the nose. Haziya could have guessed it because even in the first trial her ex-husband did not come.He hoped that all processes could run smoothly, easily and quickly so that Haziya could carry on with her normal activities. Become a teacher without having to be preoccupied with all the complicated and tiring divorce processes.Haziya's mind has been shaken since her separation from Shabir, plus the presence of Vina, Shabir's new wife, who so openly threatens her.
Zaweel invited everyone to stop at Freshrock Caffe to fill their stomachs because it was already lunch time."A lot of messages, Ziya to be strong!" cried Anis."Yes, Sis, why only order two menus. Another message is also so that you have energy, prove to them that you can be fine after being separated from that man," added Lidya, she didn't like seeing her sister grieve continuously, especially if she cried a man like Shabir. Wasting time."That's enough, Derek," said Haziya, but Miska immediately wrote an additional menu for Haziya.""Miska, just delete it rather than waste it," suggested Haziya, but Lidya forbade it."Ma'am, it won't take long," said Miska as she handed the menu book to the cafe waitress."Okay, wait a minute, sis," he said before leaving for the pantry."They're right, son, you have to eat a lot," said his father to t
"Bang, tell me who you called?" asked Miska suddenly as Zaweel started to step on the gas pedal away from Haziya's house."Papa," Zaweel answered briefly, Miska increasingly suspected that something big was going on because the expression on Zaweel's face when he talked to Uncle Zacky at the restaurant was curious."What's wrong? Brother told to go back to Jakarta?" Miska's guess was right on target. Usually these two brothers never talk this seriously, especially Miska who seems to interfere.However, Miska was worried about something if her guess was correct. Zaweel's family doesn't really agree with him going to Aceh, even though they don't fully know Zaweel's purpose here. Because Zaweel only had an excuse to visit his brother in the village and on vacation. Although now his papa and mama already know the main reason their son is willing to fly to Aceh, leaving his job there as the highest paid lawyer.
Haziya and Lidya stopped first at a food stall which is famous for its Apaleh satay menu. Peanut sauce with a distinctive aroma smells the smell of the two of them when they pass the Banda-Medan protocol road. A few kilometers before reaching the city of Lhokseumawe.Dozens of kupi stalls lined up with two faces of each store filled with a shelf of satay. The workers wear Acehnese batik which is different for each stall. In addition to satay, there is also an Acehnese fried noodle seller who is no less delicious pampering the tongues of tourists. Some of them even deliberately went from Banda Aceh to Lhokseumawe just to taste this Apaleh satay.The six-hour journey paid off when the delicacy of beef processed into satay made them want to visit again later."Use two rice, bro and sweet iced tea," Lidya ordered when the satay seller brother asked for their order."Okay, please wait a minute, Dick."
Zaweel didn't want to waste time even if it was just a few minutes to rest after arriving in Jakarta. He went straight to the office to meet papa to discuss work, instead of going home just to eat or take a shower."Mas Zaweel, how are you, Mas?" greeted his personal assistant who had not seen the charismatic man set foot into the company in a long time. Although previously Zaweel was also very rarely in the office because he was busy with his work as a lawyer, but still Safia always expected the arrival of this handsome boss and really missed him for a long time not seeing Zaweel."Alhamdulillah, fine. Papa is in his room?"Zaweel hadn't contacted his papa to let him know that he was here, not because he wanted to surprise him, but he didn't think it was important just to let him know where he was now."Yes, just finished a meeting. Mas Zaweel, do you want to make coffee