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."
Zaweel didn't want to waste time even if it was just a few minutes to rest after arriving in Jakarta. He went straight to the office to meet papa to discuss work, instead of going home just to eat or take a shower."Mas Zaweel, how are you, Mas?" greeted his personal assistant who had not seen the charismatic man set foot into the company in a long time. Although previously Zaweel was also very rarely in the office because he was busy with his work as a lawyer, but still Safia always expected the arrival of this handsome boss and really missed him for a long time not seeing Zaweel."Alhamdulillah, fine. Papa is in his room?"Zaweel hadn't contacted his papa to let him know that he was here, not because he wanted to surprise him, but he didn't think it was important just to let him know where he was now."Yes, just finished a meeting. Mas Zaweel, do you want to make coffee
"My Zaweel!" Mama greeted Zaweel on the terrace, he immediately hugged his son as if he had just come home from school."How many kilos did you lose?" Mom looks at her child's appearance from top to bottom."Don't tell me because you think too much about the widow's case, you--""Mom, I want to take a shower first after eating. I'm really hungry, what are you cooking?" Zaweel deliberately cut off his mother's words, he didn't want them to argue about unimportant things on the terrace."Come on, mama has cooked a lot of your favorite food. You take a shower first, mama warm it up for a while."Zaweel climbs the stairs, he doesn't hate his mother who is overreacting and doesn't like Haziya even though he doesn't know her formally. His mother was not a bad person, in fact she loved him so much because of that Zaweel had great respect for the woman who had given birth to him.
Zaweel checked his cell phone as he lay down on the bed. However, he felt strange about the message that Haziya had not replied to. Haven't even read it yet.Did something happen to Haziya?Zaweel tried not to think bad thoughts, maybe Haziya was busy enjoying her vacation so she didn't have time to reply to messages."Bang..."It's rare for Miska to send hanging chats like that, usually she's always straight to the point if there's something important."Yes, What is up?" Zaweel immediately replied, feeling a little nervous waiting for Miska's follow-up message."Do you miss it? Wkwk."Miska sent a photo of Haziya smiling looking at the ocean standing on the beach which was taken by Lidya.Zaweel heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that Haziya was fine."When are you coming back bro
"I came back to Jakarta this morning."While reading the last message from Zaweel, Haziya felt a strange tingle in her chest. He didn't even reply right away, his eyes heavy with a pool of dew.Why was Haziya suddenly pressed by a feeling of uncertainty? His heart ached when he read those words.Haziya realized she was just a client to Zaweel, had no right to control when the man returned to her city. However, why has there been no goodbye since yesterday? At least Zaweel told him about the departure this morning, just to make small talk?Immediately Haziya realized that their relationship was nothing more than that between a client and a lawyer. He had no right to sue Zaweel with the disappointment he received now. The man is free to go anywhere, even if he doesn't return to Aceh to continue the status of a lawyer for him, it's legal.She didn't know the reason for Zaweel's sudd
Safia greeted Zaweel when she saw her boss enter the study. He had just delivered a glass of milk coffee for Zaweel."Good morning, Mas Zaweel.""Morning," replied Zaweel, he walked towards the desk."We have a meeting in half an hour, I have all the files ready.""Okay, thanks," he said with a small smile. Safia nodded slightly, but didn't move from where she was standing."What's wrong, Safia?" Zaweel asked seeing Safia's doubtful look. "You want to say something? Just say it."Zaweel can clearly read Safia's blushing face, the woman is indeed beautiful but unfortunately has not been able to attract her heart."I ... just wanted to remind Mas, about the invitation to dinner tonight at home."Safia bit her luscious red lips, which man wouldn't be tempted to see a woman who looks beautiful
It was six in the evening, Zaweel was still at his desk. He was still struggling with the files and other important documents.As planned, he wanted to quickly clean up the mess in the office so he could quickly return to the Veranda of Mecca to become a lawyer for Haziya. Completed his promise to Miska to help his brother's friend. And, of course to be able to eat Haziya's cooking.Zaweel has not even received any case offers, even though he is lured with a lot of fees. Because if he took just one case, it would take several days."You just go home, continue tomorrow. Don't forget to have dinner at Safia's tonight."His father reminded him when the meeting was over this afternoon. However, Zaweel didn't care because he was more concerned with getting his work done than having to get ready for hours for a boring dinner. Especially if he is a couple, parents will have a wide conversation about the clo
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