New Lawyer

"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."