"Bang Shabir, I..."
Haziya backed away spontaneously as Shabir stepped forward. Her body was locked by Shabir's strong arms, their faces so close.
"Bang, don't be like this, it's not good for people to see. This is a women's toilet," Haziya scolded hoping Shabir would distance himself, but the man brought his face closer.
"Don't act holy, I've enjoyed it too. Why can he be with you, while I can't be your husband, huh?!" Shabir's emotions punched the wall to the left of Haziya's face.
"Bang, control your anger, brother," asked Haziya half hoarsely holding back tears, the events of that hot night re-imagined. She was afraid that Shabir would get out of control and slapped him a second time.
"We're also not husband and wife anymore, Bang. I've already proposed--"
"No, I will never divorce you. You can be happy to be free with that man, never."
Haziya recited a silent prayer, hoping that someone would save her from Shabir's disturbance.
"Bang, we have separated. Brother himself has remarried," said Haziya hoping her ex-husband would understand and let her out.
"Polygamy is allowed."
"I don't want to be married, Bro. I'm sorry. Moreover, Brother has taken me to my mother's house, didn't contact me let alone provide for me for four months. That means... we--astagfirullah!"
"Sorry Bang Jago, sorry Bang good!" Zaweel pushed hard on the door that was locked from the inside, standing up with his trademark grin.
"I thought you wanted to escape through the toilet door and through Mars so I wanted to follow you. Now let's go home, Miska keeps calling me because you left your cellphone in the car.
"Who are you?" Shabir quickly grabbed Haziya's hand when Zaweel was about to take her.
"I, am...let's guess? Who am I? I have two eyes, two nostrils, and...."
"Ah, you are apparently her mistress," Shabir sneered. "Get out of here before people catch you guys, that's my business."
Haziya shook her head, gesturing for Zaweel to save. He didn't know what it would be like if Shabir forced him to come back to his parents-in-law's house, even though it was clear last month that he had gone to Pak Geusyik's house in his village to tell him that they were no longer in a relationship.
"Let go of him or I'll splash you with this scum?"
Zaweel was carrying a pitcher filled with water from the drain. I don't know where it came from. Different from the soap operas that Haziya had seen, when two men fought over a woman, they would fight each other.
Miska was right, Zaweel's muscles were stronger than Shabir's, but his childish demeanor was so obvious. Eh, Shabir is also immature, in fact their household was destroyed just because of the in-laws fighting.
"Haziya choose him or me?"
Haziya was taken aback when Zaweel asked a question which made Shabir even more furious.
'Dry raindrops leave smells and puddles on the streets, while the tears of pain that fall in my eyes are always wet with memories.'"Choose what to water out?" Zaweel asked Shabir seriously, when Haziya didn't answer his previous question.
"Forcing a woman, harassing and threatening her will be subject to the article. Do you want me to make a report?"
"Who are you?" Shabir wouldn't budge, his face so firm, still gripping Haziya's hand tightly. It didn't matter that the black hooded woman endured the pain from the grip.
"I am a lawyer who is ready to put you in jail," Zaweel replied calmly making both listeners widen in disbelief. His appearance was far from that of one who understood the law. Haziya didn't ask Miska about the work of the man who suddenly arrived at Miska's house, because she wasn't curious and didn't share any further curiosity about Zaweel. The problem alone was enough to make him dizzy.
"Don't make it up, mistress. You just go out, she's my wife, I have nothing to do with you."
"Unfortunately, I'm into business with my client."
Haziya raised an eyebrow, trying to digest Zaweel's words. He could have been messing around trying to convince Shabir to let him go. However, his guess was wrong when Zaweel showed off his business card in front of Shabir.
"I just transferred here, and I'm not going to waste the first case losing."
A smile spread across Zaweel's white face, after paying the money to the gas station attendant earlier he waited for Haziya to come back in the car, but fifteen minutes had passed and the wait was nowhere to be seen. Not wanting to guess Zaweel wanted to check himself, the suspicion that something was going on started when he saw the entrance door locked from the outside even though there was no warning that the toilet was broken. He was sure Haziya had entered through this door.
A male voice was faintly heard, followed by a voice similar to Haziya. Waited a few minutes before he broke the door. Sure enough, Haziya was in danger. As a man's instinct to protect women, even though he only knew this morning he was compelled to save Haziya.
"Husband what ex-husband?"
"Husband, I haven't divorced her and you shouldn't brag about being her lawyer. The business card is invalid."
"Look behind you in that closet!" point Zaweel.
"What's been thrown away can't be taken back, right? Likewise him, don't be a selfish man hurting the heart of a woman who was once the best in your life and after you hurt her it's so easy to want to come back in her life?" Zaweel took a deep breath.
"Don't make me splash you with this filthy water so you can taste the smell," said Zaweel, grinning meaningfully. "We'll meet in court," said Zaweel, then quickly one hand took over Haziya who didn't expect Zaweel's courage to snatch it away, Zaweel even splashed Shabir's shoes with water from the toilet before running away with Haziya.
"Hurry up, Ziya," said Zaweel, opening the door, forced Haziya to enter the passenger seat next to the driver, there was no choice. She wanted to get away from Shabir immediately. From the outside mirror Haziya peeked at the figure of Shabir trying to catch up with a face full of anger.
"Sorry, Bang, I don't want to be held back by the past anymore. We all have our own way of life," he whispered in his heart.
Haziya hoped that this choice was the best. Whatever will happen later, the slander and accusations that will be spread by Shabir he will try to prepare himself to accept all possibilities.
"You're all right, right? Did I pull you too hard?"
"No, thank you. Please keep this a secret from Miska. I don't want to add to the burden on her mind."
Zaweel nodded, although he has a mouth that likes to talk, but his secret matters are good at hiding them.
"Oh yeah, what do you mean by being a lawyer, is that really?" Haziya asked reassuringly, brushing off any doubts after seeing the business card.
Since morning meeting with Zaweel, accompanying him to the tutoring house to Polem's place, and at the gas station it was impossible for Zaweel to prepare the play by printing a business card just to save him.
"Like I said, I'll be your lawyer."
"Once loved, but was hurt. Please, don't get carried away easily. Just because of pearls of wisdom."Tit!!"Astagfirullah! Why, Bang?" asked Haziya panicked when the sound of the horn blared, almost dropped the phone in her hand."There was a kuyang pulling out gray hair earlier," replied Zaweel with a straight face pointing ahead."Kuyang? What is that kuyang? Persian cat?"Zaweel laughed at Haziya's innocence. His annoyance was gone, since he was called several times there was no answer from the woman sitting beside him because he was too busy with his cellphone."Your cell phone is new, have you seen it?" Zaweel quipped as Haziya kept the silver phone in her bag.When a notification arrives in Diana's name, her consciousness seems to be trapped in Oren's house. Reading Diana's writings which tells about the breakdown of her household with Shabir. It was as if he had been dissolved in a past that was draining tears."Wh
"Good women for good men, and vice versa. Improve yourself to be better, so that your soul mate is the best that comes to complete your life.""Don't accept it, Mom, he's just kidding," said Haziya quickly as she closed the bedroom door."Why don't you accept it, people come to apply nicely," said her mother, surprised by Haziya's ban."Anyway, no, he's not serious," Haziya chuckled, keeping her stance. He could even imagine Zaweel's witty face every time he threw a joke at him. The man likes to gossip, is good at seducing every woman, as evidenced by the fact that the female officer at the oil filling station yesterday afternoon was teased.Haziya had enough of once to swallow the bitterness of a love story, and a failed household. Painful wounds don't look more painful, even time can't really heal. The sky is always drizzling, the longed blue color is reluctant to come. Every day it was cloudy, and the darkness of the night pressed against his che
"The house that I believed to be the most comfortable place to shelter changed when the storm hit. There is no more warmth in leaning on your shoulder because of the arrival of a new queen."Exactly one o'clock in the afternoon Haziya came out of the tutoring house. Actually, from half past twelve he had finished his duties as a teacher, but because he had to prepare reports and pray Zuhur first, he was only able to go home."Thank you, Haziya, for helping me earlier." Anis gave a sincere smile. "Tomorrow I'll bring your flash, okay?""You're welcome, don't hesitate. I'm glad I could help. Don't you have a teaching schedule tomorrow?"Anis nodded, she explained to deliver Haziya's FD, because she didn't feel good keeping it at home for too long."It's okay, it's okay to save it first. The day after tomorrow, God willing, we will meet here again. I have a spare flash drive.""Okay, thank you. Oh yeah, you want to g
🍁Spread kindness so that we can win. Don't sow the seeds of hatred so as not to reap enmity.🍁Haziya asked Zaweel for permission to go home. According to him, it is better that they are not alone now to avoid slander if anyone sees. Moreover, the existence of Vina, the new wife of her ex-husband who had accused him at the first meeting. It was inevitable that they would meet again later, especially until Vina found out that Haziya and Zaweel would be prolonged.Haziya messaged Zaweel when he got home. Like the man's message telling him to tell when it arrived."Assalamualaikum, Mother, Ziya is home," Haziya greeted entering the kitchen where her mother was struggling with the stove."Wassalamu'alaikum, Alhamdulillah. Have you eaten? This is Mother cooking rendang.""Not yet, ma'am. Masha Allah, it smells good. Indeed, my mother's cooking is super the best," said Haziya while kissing her warm palm."Father said t
"Sorry, Ziya. I don't believe what he says. I just don't want my bad thoughts to judge you." Anis apologized, feeling bad about the question just now. Haziya flashed a smile for him, before saying something she drank a few sips of mineral water. "There's no need to apologize, Anis. It's not a mistake that you want to pay attention, in fact this is the right way. Instead of you having bad thoughts. Bang Shabir and I have had our own lives. Yes, as I told you on the phone, he has remarried with Vina is even though she doesn't want to divorce me. I don't know what she really wants. If she is really happy with her new life, let my status be clear. The man who came earlier has helped me to leave immediately so I don't get into a fight with Vina. He's Zaweel, my best friend's brother Miska. Zaweel offers his services to become a lawyer at the trial later. He is not my mistress." The tightness filled the chest cavity again, Haziya tried to cove
Guests just greet and knock on the door before being invited in by the owner, moreover, don't just enter the heart if you just want to hurt."Dek, please get my sister's hijab!" Haziya's commanding cry to Adil because he didn't expect Zaweel's presence even though he was just escorting Miska. Haziya's voice was a little loud so it was heard by the two guests who had been waiting outside."You didn't tell him we were here?" Zaweel asked."No, I want to be surprised. So he's in a hurry, haha. Eits, don't look around, stay upright, the neighbor's CCTV is active," said Miska, realizing that some of Haziya's neighbors were curious about their arrival here. Maybe since the roar of the car entered Haziya's yard, the people around Haziya's house were acting like detectives, peering through the windows and wondering who the man who came with her might be."Sorry, long time no Miska." Haziya opened the door after putting on
Haziya placed the tray of drinks and snacks on the table carefully. He was a little wary of his father's reaction. As Miska said, Zaweel is a fun person, he just talks a lot, I'm afraid his father won't feel comfortable. Even though she wasn't promoting her husband-to-be, for some reason, she hoped that Zaweel could be nice so that his father would like the man's presence.Lidya was forbidden by her mother to come forward, because Hanif would soon ask for a proposal. Avoid slander."I'm not going to fall in love with him, Mom. I just want to see what the future brother-in-law is like, hehe," he pleaded to be allowed into the living room."It's called feelings and hearts are easily manipulated. You just stay here, keep calm, mother and wawak," Mom squealed, couldn't be denied. Lidya let out a disappointed breath, she just wanted to chat with Zaweel to be able to judge whether the man was better than her sister's ex-husband or vice versa."Yes
Feeling is not like a typing, can be deleted if there is an error before sending to the recipient of the message. Please, don't write on the sheet of my heart again after inflicting the wounds that have left scars until now.🍁Forgetting memories or events is not easy, let alone trying to let something happen leave a bad impression. However, the name wheel of life continues to spin.The sun will not be a second late to greet the morning just because the dew falls in your eyes.Twilight will not forget to paint the orange on the corner of the sky even though your sky is cloudy.Even so, the night will not be quiet by the scattering of stars that illuminate the dark even though you don't sleep well.For you, you don't need to choose gloomy in the morning, miss the beauty of spreading a smile to greet each other with loved ones. Don't hide yourself in a room, no chat at all. Ignite your spirits under the hot blue sky during the day. No m