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Zain's Good Intentions

After Isya's prayer, Zain replaced the cocoa and sarong he wore with a long-sleeved gray shirt combined with black trousers. The sleeves of the shirt he rolls up to the elbow, so his appearance looks cooler than before.

He also took the hair oil, then he rubbed the oil flat on his hair, then after that he combed his hair, until the dense black hair looks neatly shiny. Not to be left behind, Zain also wrapped the watch around his wrist, and lastly, he sprayed halal-labeled farpum on his clothes, so that his appearance now looked perfect. He already looks handsome. Zain stared at his glance in front of the mirror, after feeling everything was fitting, then he walked away from his room. He walked down the stairs one by one with a feeling of excitement and happiness. I don't know. He himself is also difficult to describe the strange feeling he is feeling now. Such a burning feeling of wanting to immediately justify the woman named Tiara. Women who have recently assumed the status of widows.

As soon as he arrived in the family room, he saw the oma sitting on the sofa of the family room with a housekeeper who was kneeling the soles of the oma's feet. Seeing Zain's arrival, the oma requested that the housekeeper pass immediately from his sight.

The twilight woman scanned Zain's appearance from toe to head. He was surprised to see the appearance of the grandson who looked so neat and very handsome. His old eyes narrowed, then he patted the sofa next to him, requesting that Zain immediately sit there. Zain quickly sat next to his oma.

''Where are you going? Not usually you look neat like this, usually every night you always wear cocoa, then go around the complex to give tausiyah to worshipers, but this time Oma's grandson looks different,'' the oma spoke as she stroked slowly Zain's shirt-covered arm. He looked at the granddaughter. As a person who has lived in the world for a long time, and has many experiences, he can guess that the grandson is like being in love. Because Zain's netra showed an unusual happy twinkle.

''I, um, I'm going to meet people's houses, Oma.'' Zain answered carefully.

''Whose people? To Yasmin's house, is it?''

''No, Oma. There's deh. Still a secret, Zain smiled knot.

''You are, just as Oma herself used the secrets of all, '' the oma pinched the little life of Zain's bale, making Zain complain small.

''Tomorrow I will bring that person to this house, meet and acquaintance with Oma.''

''People? You have found your suitable heart patch?''

''Hehe, it looks like so, Oma.'' Zain scratched his non-itchy head.

''Awas, don't get me wrong, Zain. Find a wife who really understands the science of religion, so she can respect you as a husband and so she can be a good mother for your children later. Because actually a mother is the first teacher for her children, so do not let the wrong choice.'' The oma advised.

''Yes, Oma. Insha Allah Zain already understood and understood very well about it.''

''Look, take the woman home, let Oma herself judge, she deserves or not to be your companion.''

''Um, well Oma. Then I say goodbye, assalamualaikum.'' Zain took the oma's hand, then he kissed her with reverence.

''Walaikum'sallam. Careful you.'' The oma rubbed the small head of Zain. After that Zain passed from before him.

If outside the house Zain is known as an ustadz and a company leader who is so respected and made a role model for many people, but still if at home, he said, he was regarded as a child by his oma, and when speaking Zain always spoke carefully with the oma, because the old woman is a typekal woman who does not want to be denied and also easily offended her anger if there is one thing that is less pleasing in her sense of regret.

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In Tiara's parents' house, Mama Tiara seems busy preparing dinner dishes with a variety of menus that look so appetizing. Her face that was still beautiful at her young age continued to show a smile, her lips pulled in with a perfect arch.

''Waw, a lot, Ma,'' Tiara approached the mother at the dinner table. Her widened net saw the dinner dishes that almost filled the dining table. He had just come out of the room because after praying earlier he took the time to read the Koran for a while.

''Once, Honey. Mama deliberately cooked a lot to welcome your boss.'' Answer the mother. Because it was after work earlier, Tiara immediately told her parents about Zain who wanted to visit their home.

''Is there anything Tiara can help you with, Ma?''

''You get the same plate spoon, yes,''

''Tiara walked up to the plate rack, after the plate and spoon were in her hand, she placed the plate and spoon on the table.

''Just take this as an expression of your gratitude because your boss has helped save you at that time, all of you also as an expression of your gratitude because she has accepted you to be her personal secretary in the office.''

''Even though mama knew this was not comparable to what she did for you, but at least mama had tried to do something special for her.'' Continue to Ratih again.

Hearing that, Tiara only smiled faintly at the mother's words.

Upon arriving at the doorway, they saw Hadi and Zain standing on the porch.

Papa Tiara was indeed praying Isya in musholla near their home.

Ratih looked at Zain fixedly and with an expression like being fascinated and amazed. According to him, the man standing next to her husband is very handsome with his shady face.

''Assalamu'alaikum, Auntie,'' greet Zain with a big smile. The two palms that meet each other he put in front of the chest.

''Walaikumsallam. O Allah, you are very handsome, Ratih praised Zain without hesitation.

''Mama,'' Tiara pinched the little waist of the mother.

''Tante could have.''

''Your name is Zain, right?''

''Yes, Tan.''

''Tiara has told a lot about you to Auntie and Om.''

''Oh yeah?'' Zain looked at Tiara, who was stared at as well throwing a knotty smile.

''Yes.''

''Easy. Come on in, son Zain. It is not good to talk on the terrace and stand like this.'' Hadi invited Zain in.

They then walked into the house. They sit in the living room. Zain and Tiara occasionally stole a glance. Tiara secretly praised the superior's unbeatable good looks, as well as Zain's, she also praised Tiara's natural beauty despite not making-up.

After a long chat in the guest room, Ratih and Hadi offer Zain to have dinner with them. Zain accepted their offer with pleasure.

At the dining table was the same, chat after chat just connect. Zain is happy to get acquainted with both Tiara's parents, according to which Ratih and Hadi are kind and friendly parents.

''So, Om, Aunt, as a man who understands religion, I want to be honest, actually I want to know Tiara more deeply, said Zain to the points. Hearing that Tiara's face suddenly met with red, he looked down embarrassed. He did not expect Zain to be a gentleman. Now they are back on the family couch.

''But Tiara just got divorced from her husband, Nak Zain. Her iddah period only ended a few days ago, while for legal divorce matters, Tiara and her ex-husband just got legally divorced this afternoon.'' Hadi explained slowly. Although it cannot be denied, Hadi actually felt very happy and moved to hear there was a good man who blatantly wanted to approach Tiara. So did Ratih, he also did not expect that the princess would be liked by a man so quickly.

''I know, Om. I was just trying to convey my good intentions first, in the future I will try to get to know Tiara more deeply. I don't want to rush either, but it's better sooner better. Good intentions are not good at procrastination, fearing that something will happen that is not desirable.''

''You are absolutely right, son Zain. We leave it to Tiara. How good it is according to him. You try to approach him slowly, because it looks like his wounds that yesterday are still not dry and seem difficult to heal.''

''Allow me to help heal that wound slowly. I earnestly. How's Tiara?'' ask Zain. Hadi and Ratih are further amazed by Zain's maturity and Zain's bravery that doesn't take much drama to get close to their son.

''Em, a, I ...'' Tiara looked up, she was really confused as to what to answer. Completely she has not been a really good woman, sometimes selfishness still continues to reside in her, but she always tries to be a better person every day.

''Assalamu'alaikum, excuse me,'' suddenly a voice managed to surprise those who were sitting in the living room and shifted their focus.

The deg!

''It was like Mas Bram's voice.'' Tiara said in her heart.

Seriate.