Don't Baper Because Zaweel

"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.

"What are you reading why are you crying?"

"Eh?" Haziya spontaneously wiped the remaining clear at the tip of the lid.

"Are we in the mosque?" Haziya said when she realized the car had stopped in the parking lot of the Abu Dauh Beureueh Mosque, which was located not far from the Beureunuen market area.

"Yes, it's already the call to prayer, shall we pray Asr first?" asked Zaweel while turning off the engine. The two of them got off, then rushed to the place of wuzu, then carried out worship because it was time for the Asr prayer.

Only to Allah can we pour out all our sorrows, sorrows and only to the Owner of All Nature can we ask for what we want. Bowing down to Him, makes the heart calm and peaceful. All the burden on the shoulders dropped in the whisper of the heart.

"O Allah, be patient in accepting your test. Make things easy for me with Bang Shabir, make him happy with his new family, as well as me and my family. Keep me from a vengeful heart, let me accept all your decisions. Amen."

Haziya folded the mukena after she finished praying, then put it in the storage area. He immediately said goodbye after a brief greeting with his fellow worshipers. Don't want to make Zaweel wait too long, especially if the mothers know that he's gone without a mahram. Do not let there be misunderstandings, and avoid many eyes seeing. Hope no one recognizes him.

"Why the rush?" Zaweel asked after sitting in the driver's seat, curious to see Haziya's behavior walking in a hurry like before to the car, immediately got in when Zaweel pressed the on button.

"Sorry, I'm just here, it's not good for people to see. Moreover, this is near the market, who knows if someone knows."

"Well, that's fine. We're going home. Do you want to go to the market to buy something?"

Right after the question came out of Zaweel's mouth and Haziya was about to answer it, the phone vibrated frequently. Haziya immediately picked up, her mother's voice on the other end was heard ordering something.

"This is Wakmu and his grandson, usually the fish market is still there. If not in Beureunuen, Lamlo is still open."

"Okay, ma'am, Ziya buy it, yes, there is still money. Ziya is closed, wassalamu'alaikum."

"Eh, why is it closed yet the future in-laws want to say hello."

"Bang, don't be joking, I'm in the process...."

"Why? You're afraid of baper, I'm in charge," said Zaweel quickly with a small chuckle seeing Haziya's embarrassed response.

"Yeah, sorry. We're going, which way to go to the fish market, so I don't get lost in your heart." Zaweel glanced in the rearview mirror, holding back his laughter as he waited for Haziya to give directions.

"If you buy it from Lamlo, I'm afraid there won't be any more fish, but if you go to the Beureunuen fish market, you have to go downstairs and you can't get into the car." Haziya considered making a decision.

"Don't worry, I'll go to the market later, you just stay in the car," said Zaweel. "Abang is ready to heat up, push, and bargain like mothers," he continued jokingly.

"Especially if you sell it, ladies and gentlemen, just looking at my handsome face will be made your son-in-law and all fish free."

"I'll just get off here if you're still like that, you just go home, let me go to the market myself," said Haziya annoyed that Zaweel was getting more and more grumpy.

"Do you want to be kidnapped by your ex?"

Haziya was silent, Zaweel's former words hurt her heart, especially after the incident earlier.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Zaweel regretted because of the change in Haziya's face.

"Okay, I'll be quiet, if you need to buy this mouth just glue it. Shall we go?"

Without waiting for an answer from Haziya he immediately drove the car to the Beureunuen market. There are so many people passing by, especially at the end of the week. Beureunuen Market is never empty, especially on Saturdays, which are routinely Saturday markets, where street vendors gather. Density increases during meugang days, fasting days and Eid and birthdays.

The traders at the Beureunuen market are very friendly and solid, and routinely hold the Prophet's birthday event once a year by hiring famous lecturers

from the Archipelago. Even brought Da'i from outside Aceh to give advice on the night of da'wah.

***

Haziya lay down on the bed, all day traveling she felt tired. Moreover, the arrival of his brother from Meureudu, Haziya helped mother prepare dinner.

It was already ten o'clock, the habit of staying up late from the moment he stayed up until now he had a hard time closing his eyes and sleeping early. Haziya unplugged the phone from the power bank, the battery was fully charged. Many notifications come in from the group with Miska and Azizah, she wants to open their group chat room, but her fingers are curious about the missed call notification listed in the top right corner.

Trying to recognize a new number without a profile picture. Haziya didn't want to guess, immediately shook off the thought of the name that had ever stopped in her heart. The man already had a new family, he did not expect to get a call from a man who had become someone else's husband. Their relationship has ended. Since his return, he was escorted to his mother's house, let alone calling, just sent a message, no need to ignore it. Haziya had lost hope in Shabir, even now she had let him go with Lara. The widow he knew was the owner of the boutique from Shabir's story the night of their argument, when Haziya accidentally found Direct Message on Shabir's cell phone.

Suspicion of the password on the screen of Shabir's cellphone, even though the man had never locked it with any pattern. Luckily, Allah has saved him by exposing Shabir and Lara's affair. Haziya peeked silently as Shabir moved his fingers to unlock the pattern lock.

The call from the number came back, Haziya was confused whether to pick up or not.

Assalammualaikum...

Sharks eat tomatoes, don't be so arrogant.

Sharks don't eat tomatoes

why the phone won't pick up.

Write....

Haziya immediately blocked the number, no need to ask who the sender of the message was, she could already guess.

Who else if not Zaweel, the man who forced him to ask for a number by pretending to lose his cellphone and telling Zahiya to call the number.

Sure enough, after checking the phone call log, Zaweel's number was listed there in the call history in the afternoon.

Zaweel's attitude is reminiscent of Shabir's behavior when they were still dating, the sweet flirting and flirting that took many victims. Haziya didn't want to become a victim of feelings a second time.

"Good night, forget the past, God willing, I will be your future. Sweet dreams for the future mother of my children."

Haziya put the phone on the nightstand without forgetting to turn it off, ignoring the messages that came back in. He even forgot to chat with his friend who had been waiting for a reply for a long time.

Haziya tried to close her eyes, hoping that her dreams would be beautiful and tomorrow's life would be better than today.

"Relax, I'm not a debt collector. I just want to ask where the address of the father-in-law's house is, tomorrow I want to bring a proposal."