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.đ
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
Orange hues beautify the corners of the sky. Some children are still so excited to play catch up in front of Haziya's house. There is no need for an invitation for the little ones, because whenever there is an event anywhere, it is a common thing to find in the village when the house is full of cheers and laughter from children. They would only go home when sunset came, coming back until ten o'clock at night to sleep. Since Lidya's engagement ceremony was held after the Insha'a prayer, they had asked permission from their parents to pray at Haziya's house. It was Adil and Nirsyal who asked Mrs. Lisa for permission. As long as they are obedient, they don't mess up the event later, it's fine.However, something was different this time. Zaweel's presence in the midst of the boys made the noise even more. A grown man who stands out among the rest. He played with them."Ziya, you look like you have a lot on your mind.
Haziya expressed her gratitude because last night's event went smoothly. He was very happy to see his sister Lidya happy with the arrival of Hanif's family to propose to her. Now he was going to meet Shabir to keep his promise to the man, as agreed last night. Shabir did not spoil the solemn atmosphere of Lidya's event.Haziya did not know who told Shabir about the proposal. It could be his neighbor who has distant kinship ties with Shabir, I don't know. Haziya didn't want to be suspicious, even if it was true she couldn't confront them or reprimand them because Haziya didn't have solid evidence. Haziya tried not to get emotional whenever her neighbors interfered in personal matters. Even though he usually doesn't want to interfere in other people's business, why are so many disturbing his personal life since the issue of the household cracked. Now his hanging status has become the subject of backbiting among the neighbors. However, he didn't want to be provoked
Tired of bearing the burden of thoughts did not dampen Haziya to keep smiling when greeting her family at home. He didn't want to burden them with his troubles."Assalamualaikum, ma'am, what are you cooking?" Smell the aroma of his mother's cooking that invites lust since he entered the house. Haziya changed clothes first in the room before heading to the kitchen. His stomach that had not been filled earlier at the restaurant, coming home immediately after meeting Vina made him feel hungry.Haziya is grateful that she still has complete parents. The lamp of the heart in times of sadness and it feels heavy to live this life. The moral support from both of them really helped Haziya's psyche.No matter how much the inhabitants of this earth hated him, as long as his father and mother were always there for him he would not be afraid. Haziya believes that every problem she faces is a level that is
Having friends even if only a few, but helping each other in difficult times and always providing support so that the spirit is again in times of need is a gift to be grateful for. Beneficial for the world and the hereafter is better than many friends only when you are happy, playing until you forget time and obligations.Haziya greeted them happily, ushering Miska, Anis and Zaweel into the house. Even though it was only this morning that the three of them came home from home, and in the afternoon they returned, still Haziya's mother treated them like guests."Eat the fried rice first, the rendang meat is still delicious. This is Lidya's favorite rendang beans, soft. Let's eat it!" Mother welcomes those who do not have the heart to refuse even though they have lunch. Out of respect for their hosts, they sat in a circle around the dining table to eat their food."Ziya doesn't eat?" asked Anis rebuking Haziya who was busy
The trial scheduled to start at ten in the morning was pushed back to half past eleven. Even though it was only thirty minutes longer because it was reported that the judge was a little late, due to traffic jams, Haziya's family and friends had arrived at the Sharia court office an hour ago.They were so eager to support Haziya, so that she could quickly be released from her status as the wife of Shabir. The man even until this moment did not see the bridge of the nose. Haziya could have guessed it because even in the first trial her ex-husband did not come.He hoped that all processes could run smoothly, easily and quickly so that Haziya could carry on with her normal activities. Become a teacher without having to be preoccupied with all the complicated and tiring divorce processes.Haziya's mind has been shaken since her separation from Shabir, plus the presence of Vina, Shabir's new wife, who so openly threatens her.
Zaweel invited everyone to stop at Freshrock Caffe to fill their stomachs because it was already lunch time."A lot of messages, Ziya to be strong!" cried Anis."Yes, Sis, why only order two menus. Another message is also so that you have energy, prove to them that you can be fine after being separated from that man," added Lidya, she didn't like seeing her sister grieve continuously, especially if she cried a man like Shabir. Wasting time."That's enough, Derek," said Haziya, but Miska immediately wrote an additional menu for Haziya.""Miska, just delete it rather than waste it," suggested Haziya, but Lidya forbade it."Ma'am, it won't take long," said Miska as she handed the menu book to the cafe waitress."Okay, wait a minute, sis," he said before leaving for the pantry."They're right, son, you have to eat a lot," said his father to t
"Bang, tell me who you called?" asked Miska suddenly as Zaweel started to step on the gas pedal away from Haziya's house."Papa," Zaweel answered briefly, Miska increasingly suspected that something big was going on because the expression on Zaweel's face when he talked to Uncle Zacky at the restaurant was curious."What's wrong? Brother told to go back to Jakarta?" Miska's guess was right on target. Usually these two brothers never talk this seriously, especially Miska who seems to interfere.However, Miska was worried about something if her guess was correct. Zaweel's family doesn't really agree with him going to Aceh, even though they don't fully know Zaweel's purpose here. Because Zaweel only had an excuse to visit his brother in the village and on vacation. Although now his papa and mama already know the main reason their son is willing to fly to Aceh, leaving his job there as the highest paid lawyer.
Haziya and Lidya stopped first at a food stall which is famous for its Apaleh satay menu. Peanut sauce with a distinctive aroma smells the smell of the two of them when they pass the Banda-Medan protocol road. A few kilometers before reaching the city of Lhokseumawe.Dozens of kupi stalls lined up with two faces of each store filled with a shelf of satay. The workers wear Acehnese batik which is different for each stall. In addition to satay, there is also an Acehnese fried noodle seller who is no less delicious pampering the tongues of tourists. Some of them even deliberately went from Banda Aceh to Lhokseumawe just to taste this Apaleh satay.The six-hour journey paid off when the delicacy of beef processed into satay made them want to visit again later."Use two rice, bro and sweet iced tea," Lidya ordered when the satay seller brother asked for their order."Okay, please wait a minute, Dick."
Miska 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