Haziya's marriage to Shabir has just been a year. The long-awaited pregnancy had to be cured due to a miscarriage. Shabir drove Haziya back to her mother's house. A piece of Haziya's heart was cracked. In-law and brother-in-law who are not friendly, always manage their domestic life with Shabir further straining their relationship. Not to mention the fact that Shabir is having an affair with another woman. The presence of Zaweel, a handsome man who offers to become a lawyer, helps him to be free and separate from Shabir. However, the seeds of love exist between Haziya and Zaweel. Haziya's past doesn't make their relationship easy, because they get rejected by the Zaweel family. Can Haziya start a new life full of happiness or continue to embrace the endless wounds? Read on, don't forget to subscribe, okay? Thank you
View MoreMiska prepares all the necessities for the thanksgiving event tonight at her house. As a best friend, he was happy that Haziya had finally officially parted with Shabir. He even plans to introduce Haziya to her friend who is still single, later when Haziya looks better and starts to open her heart again.However, he actually would have preferred Zaweel to be a great man for Haziya. Even though Zaweel's attitude seems humorous, he believes that Zaweel can protect his best friend from being disturbed by Haziya's ex-husband, especially from the pressure of Mrs. Karni, and others.Miska knows a little about Zaweel's match with Safia, although no further decisions have been made. Monika will definitely plan the matchmaking according to their expectations. Sekar and Monika are friends and know each other, and their families are also doing business. Of course, the union of Zaweel and Safia will further enhance their friendship.
Miska will stay at Haziya's house tonight, because she wants to accompany her best friend, and will go to court tomorrow. Meanwhile, Zaweel had said goodbye since entering Asr time, he prayed in congregation at the nearest mosque with Haziya's father."Thank you son, you want to help my daughter.""You're welcome, sir. God willing, tomorrow we will be able to end all these things.""Amen.""Are you going back to Jakarta again after this?" asked Haziya's father as they headed towards the mosque parking lot."Yes, sir, there is still work to do in Jakarta," replied Zaweel, he was also reluctant to go back to the city because he felt comfortable here. However, his status is still as a lawyer, he must be professional and resume his profession. Plus his father's company also needs him. Even though he no longer works in the field of client defense, Monika will not let him stay in Aceh.
Haziya is getting ready to go to tutoring house, she will start teaching again today. Miska contacted him when he was about to go to Sigli."Assalamualaikum, you're all right, right?" Miska sounded worried on the other side. "Why is the number only active?""Waalaikumsalam, Alhamdulillah, I'm fine, Miska. Sorry, I forgot to turn on my cellphone last night," answered Haziya honestly."What's wrong? He tried to contact you again so you have to turn off your cellphone?"Miska's guess was right on target, Haziya confirmed because she wouldn't be able to lie to her best friend who was too good at reading her."A loser man. He must be trying to trick you again, pretending to be sorry and asking for it back even though he already has a new wife. Tsk tsk!" Miska grumbled annoyed at Shabir's disinterested attitude."There are still many other men, don't let you fall i
Mrs. Laela was standing in front of the stove, her mood changed wildly due to the arrival of the guest earlier. Even earlier, he was very excited to cook red bamboo shoots."Mom, let me do the cooking. You just go to your room to rest!" Haziya's suggestion asked Mrs. Laela not to force herself to cook in a state of inconcentration."It's okay, I can continue. Are you coming?" asked Mrs. Laela as she opened the lid of the pot, put in the spices that had been mashed to boil the chicken."Now I have to get permission from father and mother if I want to go anywhere, Mom. So, I will obey everything you say. Mother, don't worry, I won't come without your permission." Haziya smiled warmly giving calm to the woman he loved so much."Assalamualaikum, ma'am!" Haziya's father entered hastily after greeting. He went straight to the kitchen because he smelled the sweet aroma of the food being cooked. 
Bu Karni looked at them with a smirk, as did Vina next to her.Why did they come here?Mrs. Laela's husband was outside, while Adil was still small, it was impossible for them to be strong enough to drive the two of them out of the house. Mrs. Laela herself didn't want to make a fuss that would attract attention from the neighbors if she chased them away."What is it?" snapped Mrs. Laela in her place."Mom, let's sit down first!" invite Haziya. He could understand his mother's distaste for the presence of Bu Karni, his ex-girlfriend after their treatment of Haziya all this time. However, after all they must respect and appreciate guests."Mother, let me get you a drink," Haziya offered while making water for Mrs. Karni and Vina. As host he had to serve them at least a drink, even if it was an uninvited guest."What do you need?" asked Mrs. Laela directly, it was obvious that she didn't
Lidya was forced to return to Lhokseumawe again the day after. Haziya didn't want her sister to miss her class. He also doesn't mind if Lidya can't be present at the trial."Just pray for Brother, Sis. You study hard there, OK," Haziya ordered before Lidya left for Lhokseumawe."Yes, Sis. Let me know the progress. Hopefully it will be facilitated and you can start a happy life well.""Amen."Haziya put the clothes in the cupboard after ironing them. He intends to rest for a while before entering the time for Asr prayer.However, just as he closed his eyes, the cell phone on the nightstand rang indicating an unknown number. He hesitated to pick it up, worried if the call was from Shabir, or Vina.Haziya didn't pick up, but the caller didn't give up even though he had been ignor
Lidya turned their motorbike to one of the stalls on the roadside when the sky was thickly cloudy, and even raindrops began to come. If forced to continue the journey then they will get wet, even if they bring a coat, still the journey is still far will be dangerous because the road is slippery."Sis, do you want to order durian cane?" Lidya asked after sitting on one of the chairs, they sat next to each other while Hanif sat at the opposite table.One of the culinary delights in Bireuen City is famous for its sweet food called cane durian. Coffee shops lined up at the intersection."Just warm tea," said Haziya, mentioning the name of the drink."Okay. Brother Hanif, what would you like to order?""Brother is the same as you, let Brother order, you sit down," said Hanif, gesturing for Lidya not to get up from the chair.
Zaweel brought home his mother's favorite cake. He knows that Monika is still disappointed because of the rejection of last night's engagement. Even her mother didn't greet her this morning at the dinner table."Assalamualaikum, Mama!" greetings Zaweel entered the house and walked over to his mother who was preparing dinner."Waalaikumsalam," replied the mother without looking at her son."Mom, here I bought mommy's favorite cake." Zaweel handed him a box of moonlit cookies filled with cheese and sweet chocolate."Just put it there, the table is full," said Monika, pointing to the pantry. Usually Monika will smile happily accepting Zaweel's gift, but because she is still angry she hides her joy."Mommy is still angry, isn't she? If I bought all the carts, would you like to forgive Zaweel?"With an innocent and sad face, Zaweel looked at his mother intently.
Haziya had repeatedly convinced her sister that she could go home alone, but it was still not allowed. Lidya even contacted their parents to tell them about Shabir's problem yesterday.Mrs. Laela did not think twice about saying that she would pick up Haziya to Lhokseumawe right now with her husband."Mum, you don't have to. How's your sister?""He'll let Wawak take care of him. Mom and dad want to go out too, right?"Haziya was worried that her mother and father would have to travel far. However, if he chooses Lidya to take him home, then the younger brother will have to return to this city himself to study. Awry.Haziya feels that she is always bothering other people, even though she is already an adult. It was for this reason that he didn't want to tell mom and dad about Shabir first so they wouldn't be too worried, let alone plan to pick him up. The time taken is not a short
"I thought you would be a priest forever for me, it turns out you have a makmum besides me."January 2019"Sister, try to call Shabir, why is it that eight o'clock hasn't arrived yet. The head of the KUA has asked him, he said if it's still far away, he wants to go to Bale first because you have to have your friend's contract."Haziya nodded as she took out her cell phone from the small bag that was placed on the table. Her face has been made up since she finished the morning prayer. Shabir's delay in going to KUA worried him, although he tried to be calm, his mind was already far away. Remembering last night they had a short fight. In his heart he kept on praying for ease.Could Shabir cancel that holy intention? He had tried to call twice, only the operator's voice could be heard."How are you, Dick?" Shukri asked again. Haziya's shake of the head was enough to tell her without having to answer."Well, we'll just have to wait," said Shukri
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