LOGINLala menjadi TKW meninggalkan balitanya karena suaminya tak memberi nafkah setelah di-PHK. Dia pun mendapat perlakuan zalim dari ipar kembarnya. Saat Lala jadi TKW, suaminya nikah lagi dengan bosnya. Dan akhirnya mereka pun cerai. Di Arab Lala menjadi perawat seorang perempuan sepuh yang baik hati. Seorang saudara majikannya tertarik dengan ketulusan hati Lala dan ingin menikahinya. Namun sayang dia memiliki istri. Apakah akhirnya mereka akan bersatu?
View MoreShe caught her breath as soon as she stopped near that bridge. She looked back, making sure that she was already far away from the establishment that nearly ended her dignity. She never thought that there are people like them.
People who only wanted money in the world and nothing else. Those people are sure to be trash.
Hazel thought that today was her lucky day.
“Why am I so unlucky?” she murmured to herself, biting her lower lip.
Her eyes blurred and the heavy feeling on her chest kept on pumping her. Finding it hard to breathe,she clenched the railings of that long bridge. She didn’t notice that her feet would take her to this place.
A sidewalk beside the bridge.
Hazel raised her head and sniffed her nose. She wiped her eyes and looked down. Under the bridge was a long running river. Anyone who would like to jump down will surely drown and die.
The only thought that was running into her mind was to jump. Her heart started to beat faster and as she looked down. The chilly air coming from the passing cars and the surroundings tickled her down to her spine. At this point, her mind suddenly became blank.
Hazel gulped and stepped forward.
“Why is the world so cruel to me?” She mumbled, getting annoyed at herself.
Recalling the event that happened earlier, her eyes started to squint and the blood on her nerves rose once again.
She found that job online, which had good ratings because of legitimacy. It stated there that they are needing a part timer student, female and omega. Hazel thought this opportunity will really help her. School is hard these days and they have a lot of projects and homework.
As soon as she sent them an email, a reply was immediately sent back to her. They asked her to come as early as eight in the morning. It left a smile on her face. Forgetting her breakfast, she rushed out from her unpaid small apartment.
However, when she arrived, it turned out that they needed a female host, who would entertain alphas at night. The coffee shop was only an alibi. When they saw Hazel, they forced her to take that red pill for an interview and health examination.
She was lucky that she has fast and strong reflexes. It helped her to escape and run away.
Another day to call herself unlucky. The last job she applied for did not accept her because she refused to talk to that maniac alpha.
Tears rolled down on her cheeks. Questions about these experiences filled her mind. She only wanted to have a nice job to sustain her nice life. She is only a college student who wants to graduate and make herself proud.
“Why is it so hard if it's me? This is so unfair.” She thought.
In this cruel society, where Alphas reign, omegas are seen as weak and boring. Living as an omega is like trash trying to fit in. Only those powerful alphas have the right to everything. In this world, if you are an omega, you have no right to refuse an alpha.
The orphanage she grew up in threw her away because they believe that she is old enough to survive by herself. She just turned 18 that time. A mere 18 years old, who was supposed to be happy exploring the world and understanding herself.
Hazel had no choice at that time. If she does not move and find a job, she will die from hunger. She will die as a teenager who hasn't even reached anything in life.
She didn’t want that. She wanted achievements. She wanted to fight, but right now her hopes are slowly slipping away from her fingers day by day.
Everyday is always the same. There is nothing good in her life.
Hazel tightened her grip on the railings, stepping forward. Her eyes stopped crying, and the only thing she could hear was those imaginary voices from below. Those voices enticed her to come and jump.
Her feet moved closer, and closer until one of it was on the lower railings. After all the bullshit, she is now prepared. She raised her knee length purple dress and stepped up her left leg, maintaining her balance.
When it was time for her right leg to jump, a loud voice came to her senses.
“MAMAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!”
Hazel froze as soon as she felt those small hands wrapped around her right leg. Her bare skin felt cold. She had no choice but to step down. Shaking her legs, her eyes widened as soon as she saw a small child around her thigh.
“MAMAAA!!” The little boy screamed while crying.
Growing up in an orphanage and around kids, Hazel knew what to do in times like this. She carefully moves away from the dangerous railings along with the little boy clinging into her.
The crying little boy stopped crying and sniffled. He looked at the lady whom he kept on calling mama. “Mama,” his voice looks so pitiful.
Hazel looked around. There are none who look like someone losing a child.
“Where did this child come from?” She thought.
She crouched down and was about to ask the little boy when it stood and wrapped its arms around her neck. The little boy is crying as if he was scared of something.
Kids tend to do it a lot if they are in a dangerous situation. Maybe the reason why he thought that Hazel is his mom.
Hazel hugged the kid gently and patted his back. “Stop crying, you're safe now.” She whispered. “Where is your mom or your dad?” She asked.
The little kid stopped sniffing and replied. “I hate Papa! I want Mama!” You can feel the sadness from his small voice.
It melted Hazel’s eyes. Seeing a little child in distress, maybe the right move is to call the police and report it.
She was about to do it. Her hands already touched her phone from her purse, but then, a gun was already pointing at her head.
“Let the young master go if you don’t want to die at this moment,”
That deep cold voice delivered weakness in her spine. Men in black surrounded them, letting her hope fade away.
“Aku enggak butuh tanah seluas ini, ya Habibi. Aku tahu uangmu tak berseri. Tapi jangan hamburkan untuk sesuatu yang sia-sia.” Suamiku mengusap-usap tanganku yang memegang lengannya.“Kalau aku tetap mau membelinya, gimana?” senyumnya dengan alis dinaik-turunkan untuk menggodaku.Ah, kadang-kadang sultan Arab ini nyebelin juga. Eh, tapi masa mau dibeliin tanah sepuluh hektar dibilang nyebelin. Tapi buat apa tanah seluas itu coba? Siapa yang mau ngurus?Aku menyimpan nomor ponsel yang tertera atas perintah suamiku tercinta sambil cemberut. Dia malah tertawa sambil mengecup bibirku dan membuat mataku melotot. Kan malu kalau ada orang yang melihat.“Bagaimana menurutmu bila di tempat ini kita bangun sebuah pesantren? Anak-anak akan belajar di sini dengan fasilitas yang baik tanpa dipungut bayaran sepeser pun?”Aku menatap matanya lekat. Itu adalah impian selintasku dulu sekali yang bahkan tak pernah berani kukatakan pada siapa pun. Impian yang muncul saat membaca tentang pesantren tahfidz
Setelah walimah kami memutuskan tinggal di rumah baru kami dengan status visa suami sebagai wisatawan. Setelah masa berlaku bisa hampir habis baru akan kami pikirkan rencana selanjutnya, apakah memperpanjang visa suami atau kami kembali ke kota Madinah. Beliau tak perlu khawatir dengan bisnisnya karena punya beberapa orang kepercayaan. Ada orang yang khusus mengelola hotel, juga ada yang khusus mengelola kebun kurma. Istilahnya mungkin bisnis jalan tapi ownernya jalan-jalan. Ibu, Lina dan Yusril senang sekali bisa berkumpul setiap hari setelah berpisah sekian lama. Rumah kami sekarang selalu hangat dengan kasih sayang dan gelak tawa.“Ucil senang sekali sekarang Ucil bisa main sama Bubu tiap hari. Sama Baba juga Ucil suka main kuda-kudaan.”Anakku selalu riang gembira. Berpindah-pindah dari pangkuanku, ke pangkuan ayah sambungnya, lalu ke pangkuan Ibu, juga ke pangkuan Lina. Dia seolah sedang memuaskan dirinya bermain bersama semua orang yang menyayanginya. Setiap waktu salat dia aka
Menjelang Ashar tamu masih berdatangan satu-satu. Tapi kami sudah terlalu lelah dan pamit masuk ke rumah untuk beristirahat. Di tenda luar dan ruang tamu masih ada Ibu dan Uwa yang bisa mewakili kami menerima tamu. Kecuali tamu spesial maka kami akan menemuinya sebentar.Saat masuk kamar mataku membola melihat ke arah tempat tidur kami. Besar sekali ukuran kasur ini. Lalu tiba-tiba aku menyadari sesuatu, suamiku yang berbadan lebih tinggi dari orang Indonesia pasti merasa tak nyaman saat tidur di kasurku. aku merasa bersalah tetapi dia tak protes. Subhanallah, manisnya suamiku."Ekhem, sudah tak sabar menunggu malam, ya Habibati? Lihat kasur terus." Sebuah suara dengan nada menggoda berbisik di telingaku membuat wajahku memerah. "Apaan sih, enggak kok. Aku hanya baru sadar kasur di kamarku kecil banget buatmu. Maaf ya, Habibi, aku kurang peka." Suamiku hanya tersenyum. Dia memang selalu tidur lebih akhir dan bangun lebih awal sehingga aku tak menyadarinya."Mari kubantu melepas baju
Akhirnya tiba juga hari ini. Menjadi ratu sehari dalam pernikahan kedua. Kami duduk di pelaminan yang didekorasi indah di halaman rumah kami yang luas. Aku mengenakan gaun pengantin putih cantik yang dikirim memakai cargo dari Arab sana. Suamiku yang gagah terlihat makin memesona dalam balutan baju pengantin warna putih senada dengan gaunku. Aku di-make up minimalis saja. Ibu dan Wak Endo duduk mendampingi kami. Yusril bergabung bersama kami sebentar tapi kemudian bosan dan memilih main bersama sepupunya."Istriku cantik sekali, Masya Allah. Inginnya kusembunyikan saja di kamar," komentar suamiku saat melihatku selesai didandani."Aku juga malu sekali buat duduk di pelaminan. Betul katamu, sebaiknya aku ngumpet di kamar.""Haha aku bercanda, ya Habibati. Kita harus tetap duduk untuk menyalami tamu. Seperti adat di sini. Lagi pula kelihatannya tamu-tamu di sini sopan-sopan pakaian dan perilakunya."Panggung hiburan berdiri kokoh di sebelah kanan gerbang. Siapa pun boleh ikut berpartisi












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