Why Meet Again?

Haziya doesn't like being at the same table with Zaweel, after all she's been married before so her status is still hanging because the court hasn't decided yet. Shabir was not present at the first divorce hearing, delaying the trial again.

"Where do you want to go already?"

"It's none of your business, you don't have to ask to come. Remember, you're here to work, not to find prey."

Zaweel laughed like a possessed person. "Who do I work for? Yes, for my wife and children later. Just give your blessing to Ziya, how about it?"

"Bang, do you want me to plug your eyes with a fork?"

"Oh my goodness!" Zaweel stood up, leaving them with an echo of laughter.

"See, right, tiktok kid is stray." Miska finished the rice on her plate, since last night she was made dizzy by Zaweel's behavior.

"Please come in passengers, I will take you anywhere except to your ex's house," Zaweel greeted when the car door opened from behind. Both Miska and Haziya looked surprised to see the manly figure in the driver's seat.

"Pak Marsan wants to watch a replay of the ball last night, and instead, this big brother will take you around Pidie."

"Know the way, Bang? Come on Ziya just come in, don't listen to him if we forbid him."

Haziya sat directly behind the driver's seat, as she opened the door on the right, while Miska sat next to her.

"Relax, I have Mbak Jago aka Mbak Maps." Zaweel immediately pressed the phone screen that was placed next to the steering wheel.

"Honey, where is our house?"

"Sane Brother!" Miska patted the back of the driver's seat with her bag. "Or we don't go down," he threatened.

"Okay, my future wife's best friend. Where are we going?" asked Zaweel seriously.

"A tutoring house in Keuniree."

"Ready!"

Haziya said istighfar from inside when she accidentally caught Zaweel's smirking gaze behind the rearview mirror. Even Miska's words next to her sounded like the wind was passing, she became unfocused.

"Ziya, are you daydreaming? You don't have to think about it being an irresponsible man. It's better if you focus on work later he will also regret it if you are successful."

"No, Mis, I'm just a little dizzy just driving a car, hehe," he explained trying to stay calm.

Haziya still couldn't put her heart back together from the broken pieces of wound and pain. However, for some reason he felt the waves shaking when he met Zaweel's brown eyes.

Not!

Haziya can't fall in love.

'My heart is not a ripple, it can be ups and downs to receive the wounds you sow. My longing, my love has long been swept away by the waves, then how can I return? '

"You've been active, haven't you?" Zaweel winked at Haziya who was sitting across the table.

"Sorry, I mean?" asked Haziya not understanding the words of the man in the green moss shirt.

"It was his leg that was deliberately poking me," said Zaweel with a chuckle, then he returned to eating his food casually.

"Eh, sorry I didn't mean to," he explained immediately pulling the footwear that hit Zaweel's feet. He usually takes off his sandals when he eats and puts them on top, luckily he wears socks so that it is not the nakedness that is affected.

Haziya became awkward, forcing her to continue eating. The Polem restaurant is never empty, especially in the afternoon, many young people stop by with friends to hang out. In addition to filling the stomach, selfies should not be missed.

"I'm just going home with a labi, okay?"

"This is over, be patient. I'll pay first." Zaweel wiped his mouth with a tissue, then went to the cashier to pay for the three of them, including Miska who had left ten minutes ago because there was an urgent business regarding his school. He is picked up by his fellow teachers, forced to leave Haziya with Zaweel.

For Haziya to be alone like this, it was not normal, if anyone recognized her, she could misunderstand, so she deliberately ate fast so she could go home as soon as possible. However, Zaweel looks so relaxed enjoying fried Indomie noodles.

"Why are you sitting in the back? I'm not a truck driver, you know."

"Just stay here, it's okay," said Haziya, getting into the passenger seat at the back.

"Wow, it's really like a transport driver. The fate of being single is like this, no one is sitting next to you. Come on, pull it up!" Zaweel shouted, hitting the steering wheel lightly. Haziya tried to ignore Miska's brother's behavior, choosing to busy herself with her cellphone, reading the rules of being a tutoring teacher.

During the pandemic, it was so difficult to find a job, grateful that Haziya was accepted as an Arabic teacher at Miska's parents' tutoring house. Even though it's only two days a week and the rest are learning from home online because they follow government rules, Haziya is still happy. Besides being able to channel the knowledge he has learned, he can also earn money from teaching.

"Let's fill up with oil first, okay, instead of stopping halfway." Zaweel turned the car into the Bambi gas station area when he saw the red needle at the bottom number.

"Afternoon, sir, how much do you want?" ask the officer wearing the uniform friendly orange.

"Two hundred, Pertamax, yes, it's heart to heart," joked Zaweel, inviting laughter from the woman.

"Just kidding, I only have one heart for you," said Zaweel, looking back slightly when he realized that Haziya was staring at him.

"Can you open the door for a second, I'm going to the toilet," Haziya asked holding the doorknob which was locked automatically, ignoring Zaweel's rambling. He had no time for such unimportant things. His teenage years were over, especially now that he was alone. She didn't want her widow's low status in the eyes of the people to prove just because she couldn't take care of herself.

"Really going to the toilet instead of running away, right? I don't want Miska to scold me--"

"Really, Bang, I'm not going to run away, where are the spiders here," replied Haziya half annoyed, because she had been holding back her pee for a long time.

"Hehe, okay, I'll wait there huh." Zaweel scratched the back of his head grinning, his index finger pointing in front of the prayer room.

"Yes."

Love is a natural thing for humans. Three years ago, flowers bloomed in Haziya's eyes. His laughter echoed so loosely. Knitting longing when not seen. Adolescence is so beautiful sprinkled with love poems.

A year associated with Shabir as a lover, and a year he also held the status of fiancé. Marrying someone who has accepted us as we are, the family knows each other and even Shabir's mother is so happy to welcome him every time he visits the house. However, everything changes when they relate as in-laws and daughter-in-law.

The household which was expected to be harmonious, sakinah mawaddah warahmah did not materialize after a year of their marriage. Shabir's attitude suddenly changed since he miscarried. Haziya's ex-husband increasingly obeyed Mrs. Karni's orders and wishes, not defending her when she was scolded and blamed. He rarely even came home, preferring to stay at his in-laws' house even though Haziya was so loyal to wait for him to come home late at night. Don't want to taste the food.

"You're free now, go out alone with a man. How much does it cost?" a hoarse voice greeted him as he came out of the toilet. The man she hadn't seen in three months was leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest.