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Feeling So Lucky

There are no really good humans, and no really bad humans, essentially no perfect humans live in this world. Everything can change in an instant, change for better or worse, depending on the situation and conditions, and depending on how a person lives a life that he thinks is good and beneficial for him.

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From that moment the Princess continued to be silent, her mouth was silent and did not want to say words along with a face that looked flat there was no expression at all. Their meeting with Tiara had succeeded in making her mood ugly, what else were the words of Tiara who was so sharp to reply to her words, making her feel unacceptable. He still held a deep resentment in his heart towards Tiara. He thought Tiara was just a crazy stupid woman of treasure, but in fact, Tiara was smart enough, it was quite unexpected.

''Honey, you why keep quiet and like evading from, Mas?'' bram asked when the two had just finished performing the magrib prayer, they were a bit late to do the magrib prayer because they had just returned from Tiara's house.

The princess folded the prayer mat and mukena, then put in her place.

''I'm not why-why,'' replied the Princess briefly and indifferently. He passed through the body of the husband. Then he went into the bathroom.

Bram breathed a rough breath, he felt confused to face a variety of unique and difficult female behavior and traits to guess.

Finally Bram leaves the Princess alone in the room, Bram will enjoy a glass of warm tea as he used to do when he was still married to Tiara. The next time he had trouble with Tiara.

"Thank you, Bik, '' Bram told a domestic assistant who was about forty-five years old. The housekeeper placed a glass of warm tea and a snack on the table in front of Bram.

''Sama-sama, Mr. Bram, '' the housekeeper replied with a small nod. All the workers in the house did call Bram Master, as the Princess had commanded them.

Bram sitting on a chair on the balcony of Andra's room, Andra has been asleep since, he fell asleep in the car on the way home from Tiara's house, until now his sleep seems still slumbering.

''Well, there's-there.'' Bram is rough with his hair. He knew the Princess was silent because of the incident. Bram felt the Princess was a little changed now. His selfish nature is already beginning to show.

Bram sipped his tea, then after that he looked up at the night sky, the night sky filled with stars and the moon shining brightly. For some reason the shadow of Tiara's graceful face seemed to be seen among thousands of stars. Tiara's face was smiling shyly like the first time they met.

''Astaugfirullahhallazim, '' Bram shakes a little.

A miss? Yes, it cannot be denied, at this time Bram felt homesick with his first love figure. But he quickly dispelled the feeling, for now, his wife was no longer a Tiara, but a Princess. Now only the Princess deserves love from her.

Not long after that the Princess followed, the Princess sat on the chair that was next to Bram.

''Sorry, Mas.'' The princess spoke briefly.

''You why?'' tanya Bram gently looked at the sticky Princess.

''I'm afraid, afraid you can't forget Tiara. Especially at this time Tiara is getting more graceful and beautiful, Princess said softly with teary eyes. Seeing that, Bram felt guilty, only this time he saw the Princess who had been known to be tough turned out to be able to shed tears as well. Bram clasped the Princess' hand, then he said, 'Where might Mas be able to forget about Tiara, it won't be possible. She's an ex-wife, Mas. Masalalu Mas's. But, he was only for Mas, enough to be remembered. While you are Mas's wife, Mas's future. You are the only woman who will accompany Mas through the days ahead until we have adorable offspring and until we age together. So now, you don't think anymore. If you are like this, maybe the relationship we just built will not last long. Now only you, Andra and our child inside here are the priority, Mas.'' Bram reassured while stroking the wife's stomach is still flat. Although when he said those words, something stuck in his heart, but he convinced himself that he could forget about Tiara as time went on.

''Alright. From now on I promise to always trust you and your loyalty towards me.'' Reply Princess while smiling knot. The princess put her hand on the cheek of the husband, he stroked the cheek slowly, the figure of the husband looks very handsome plenary in his eyes. He has done a lot to get Bram, and now he will not let Bram out of his grasp.

''That's so dong. You are beautiful when you smile again.'' Bram rattled the small head of the wife. The wife is older than him.

''You can do it, ''' Princess replied. After that they started chatting about anything, the relationship of the two had already melted back as usual.

***

In different places, Tiara wiped away the tears quickly on her cheeks with her tapered fingers. He stood up from sitting down, patting his robe with his hands as there was dust attached. Then he saw a man get out of the car.

''Ustadz Zain, '' said Tiara as she rubbed her eyes several times. He was afraid of seeing wrong. But it turned out that what he saw was indeed true, the guy with a sturdy body appeared again in front of him.

''Em, Tiara.'' Zain said in shock as he smiled. Now they were standing face to face with a distance of about one meter.

Zain looked at the appearance of Tiara from toe to head. Somehow he felt happy to see Tiara who had closed the aurat. According to her, Tiara now looks more elegant and beautiful than that night. Honest in the depths of his heart, Zain repeatedly praised the beauty of the woman in front of him.

''What are you doing here, Tiara? Is there anything I can help you with?'' ask Zain. He looked at the netra Tiara fixedly. Again the netra looks sad with the remains of tears in the corner of the eye. Zain wondered in his heart what happened to Tiara, until every time he met, Tiara always seemed to cry.

''A, me, my car is running out of gas, Tiara replied a little nervously. I don't know, he feels awkward, every time he meets Zain, it's always when he's not okay anymore.

''Oh. Then let me take you to your house. In the car I also have no spare gasoline because, '' Zain bargained with pleasure.

''No need. Soon help will come. I called my Papa to send help here.'' Push the smooth Tiara.

''Oh alright. Then I will accompany you here, waiting until the help comes.'' Zain stepped on his feet, and he sat by the side of the road. Tiara did the same, sitting by the side of the road, keeping her distance from Zain.

''No need, you better just go home, Tiara felt bad for having to trouble Zain again.

''Where might I leave a woman in distress on this lonely road. Later events like that night repeated again.'' Reply Zain.

''Alright. Thank you for this is the second time you have helped me.''

''Same-sama. Every time we meet you always shed your tears, what is the problem? Heavy huh?''

''Oh.'' Answer Zain briefly.

After waiting for about five minutes, still the help said by the papa never came. While Zain looks a little agitated while staring at the screen of his phone.

''Duh, where the hell is the help that Papa said, '' Tiara cursed in the heart.

''Tiara, how about you I just take you home now.'' Barat Zain again.

''Em, alright.'' Since there was no other choice, Tiara finally agreed as well. Tiara could also see that Zain was having other business waiting for him.

''Yes, yes, come on. Tell your Papa that you will be delivered by your friend to the house. So that Papa you do not feel anxious.'' Zain gave advice while opening the car door for Tiara. ''Enter, ''' he said again.

''Yes, Ustadz. Thanks again very much.'' Tiara felt really lucky to be able to meet a man like Zain.

''Why do you call me Ustadz?'' zain asked as the two were already in the car.

''Because you look like a Ustadz.'' Answer Tiara as it is.

''Hahaha, you're there.'' Zain laughed a little. And that laugh was so sweet.

After that he drove his car at medium speed, ''Antar to your house at that time?'' ask Zain.

''No. ''No. I don't live there anymore. Straight away, later I will show you the way, Tiara replied.

There was no more conversation going on between the two. Tiara wrote a message, telling her that she was on her way home. And his father also said that the person who would help Tiara was lost, the wrong way, so he did not meet with Tiara.

''Yes, this is coming, Ustadz, '' Zain is talking to someone over the phone with a slightly agitated face. Tiara who heard felt guilty, because she wanted to help him, until Zain looked like he was late to come somewhere.

''Tiara, soon Isya time will come, how about we stop at the At-Taqwa Mosque in front.'' Zain.

''Alright Ustadz, Tiara gave a small nod with a bitter smile rising on her face. Isya will come, while he has not yet performed the magrib prayer. He really felt guilty because this time his magrib was left behind.

''You pray, right?'' ask Zain. Afraid her Tiara is in her period.

''Yes, Ustadz.'' Answer Tiara briefly.

Not long after that the car driven by Zain turned into the gate of the Mosque, then the car stopped in the spacious courtyard of the Mosque.

Zain got out first from the car, then he opened the car door for Tiara. Again Tiara felt touched by the tenderness that Zain showed. They had only met twice, but felt like they had known each other for a long time.

After that they walked side by side entering the Mosque, without Tiara thought, it turns out that many of the Sisters and Mothers wear mukena waiting to Zain's arrival in front of the terrace of the Mosque.

''Assalamu'alaikum,'' said Zain in a slightly loud tone.

''Walaikums.'' Answer those enough people simultaneously.

''Finally Ustadz Zain came. We here longed to hear the tausiyah from Ustadz, '' the man who was about fifty years old spoke while shaking hands with Zain.

''God willing I will always keep the promise I made, Ustadz Yusuf.'' Answer Zain.

''Asya Allah. Em, who is this beautiful woman? Wife of Ustadz, huh? You look very compatible, Ustadz Yusuf said as he looked at Tiara. So do the others. They are also curious who is the lucky female figure who is beside the handsome ustadz who is so much admired by young ustadzah, girls and santri-santri.

''Em, just pray for Ustadz, '' Zain replied with a smile staring at the wrong Tiara. Tiara really could not believe what Zain had just said. His iddah period is not finished, it could be that Zain admitted that he was his future wife. Think Tiara.

''Amin.'' Everyone who is there assures with a sincere heart.

''Introduce his name Tiara, ''' again, Zain spoke. Because from then on Tiara was just silent.

''Welcome to this Mosque Ustadzah Tiara.'' said a Mother who wears a mukena.

''Yes, Ustadzah.'' Reply Tiara friendly. ''It's nice to get acquainted with all of you, '' Tiara continued. Tiara's heart felt so touched when people called her Ustadzah. He felt unworthy of the title, because Tiara still considered herself a woman who struggled with sin.

After that, Zain walked with a group of men who were scolding into the Mosque, while Tiara walked with Mothers who wore mukena. They treated Tiara so kindly and well. Even after ablution, Tiara was allowed to fill the front saf. Getting such treatment, Tiara became so moved.

And not long after that, the voice of Isha's Adhan was heard reverberating.

''Assha Allah, Ustadzah Tiara. The voice of your future husband is indeed very melodious. Ustadzah Tiara was so lucky to be able to accompany Ustadz Zain, a young ustadz who was so handsome and pious. In addition, Ustadz Zain has also helped contribute a lot of funds to build this Mosque. May your household be sadinah, mawadah and warahmah.'' Said the Mothers sitting beside Tiara. He stroked Tiara's face-covered back. Hearing that, Tiara became sobbing with both hands covering her face, for some reason she felt very lucky to be inside the magnificent Mosque and to be in the midst of the sholeh and sholeh people. Moreover, the sound of the Adhan that resonates does sound very melodious. Tiara did not think that Zain was a young Ustadz who had a name. And he did not expect Zain to not feel hesitant to introduce himself as a wife in public.

Seriate.