CUBICLES
5

A Month Later

This HOUSE was already too quiet after one by one the occupants left not to return. Every layout in the house was noticed sayu. neat and orderly. Just a little drunk. Because no one else packed it. Otherwise, Melissa would have taken some time to clean it up. But everything is just a memory. Let it be carved whole in the heart.

The picture frame in the closet is reached and stared at so as to drain tears. It is a picture of the family when welcoming Aidilfitri Day. At that time, they and their family were wearing blue clothes. Zaki recalls how difficult it was to fast and rise again until his father had to promise to give him money if he could fast fully that year. But he managed to fast for 20 days only because the other day he deliberately pretended to be tired. Zaki chuckled to himself, but continued with his cries again.

The face in the frame was long-held. Pictures of his father and mother who are now gone forever. Zaki was killed in a jolt of feelings that impeded the soul. He sat down and cried again. Perhaps this was his first cry since his father died. His mother's death has killed the immortality of his heart all along.

“The killer of my family is the same person. What do they really want?” matter Zaki without knowing who's the place to charge sympathy.

“Assalamualaikum!”

Zaki gasped when someone greeted him. He scratched the tears that were still there. Then walked on to his feet in a state of walking stick towards the main door. Let's see who comes in this late afternoon. At home this is rarely true to visit anyone, except Datuk Zahran and Natasha who come to visit them occasionally.

“Waalaikumsalam, what is it?” answer Zaki after opening the door.

Looks like a woman with a beautiful white hood is standing while lifting a large box containing items.

“I Mira Hafizah. Mrs Melissa's former assistant at the company. Actually, Miss Natasha as secretary Datuk Zahran asked me to come here. It's Miss Melissa's stuff and documents. I will please send you here,” explained Mira Hafizah with a sharp breath.

“Oh, looks heavy. You put it down first. Later I bring it inside,” said Zaki.

Zaki's heart was fascinated to see the elegance of his mother's former maid's face. His eyes glanced at Mira Hafizah's finger, with a diamond ring on his finger. Lips chucked.

“Err, What was that woman?”

“Cik Mira Hafizah,” replied Mira Hafiazah fast.

“But I saw that the condition of Mr. is not how healthy. Mr was involved in an accident a month ago, right? His hands and feet have not fully recovered. Larat to sir want to lift all this stuff in later? What's the word, can I please bring it into the house?” mira Hafizah offered to help.

“Tak what you put aje kat outside. I'll call my neighbor to please bring it up. After all, it's not sweet that a girl walks into a guy's house, right?” answer Zaki while taking a naughty gait.

“Actually my little brother has an outer kat. I think he will help us later. But it's nothing. My time charm is here. Oh yea! Ni my kad. If there's anything, you can call me. Mrs Melissa is a great and very kind woman. Everyone misses him. I offer my condolences to your colleagues. May you face the test. May his spirit be placed among the faithful, insyaALLAH.” The words of Mira Hafiazah changed his mood.

“Thank you,” reply Zaki briefly.

Whenever his mother called, Zaki would definitely fall silent. To him, he was already too sorry. When other people mention the kindness of his mother, during his youth he did a lot of things that appeared to his mother. Zaki complained heavily. No more useless regrets. The prayer of a powerful mother. A pleasure that will not return.

MIRA HAFIZAH had just finished cleaning up after returning from Zaki's house. All day he worked so that his body felt sticky. It's so uncomfortable! Now, he faces his laptop and continues to open the Facebook app. No new notifications. If there is also only an update of the page selling accessories and women's fashion clothing. This girl rarely writes on Facebook. His life is too busy. Only tonight his hands felt light to review what was happening in the world of the social site.

One friend request in! Mira Hafizah smiled at her name. Then pressed on the confirmation button to confirm it in his social site's friend list.

“Assalamualaikum Ms Mira!” greet her new friend.

“Waalaikumsalam Mr. Zaki. What can I help you with?” about Mira Hafizah fast.

The chat then did not reply for about 10 minutes. Mira Hafizah did not reveal it either. He was not a diligent person to chat with, especially with a man he had just met. When Mira Hafizah was about to close her laptop, suddenly a new message from Zaki entered her inbox crate.

“Please me!”

Papa! out dark and less obvious images. The girl scrunched her face. Mira Hafizah probed the picture, then flinched and immediately got up to reach the mobile phone. Natasha's number is the first choice to call.

“Helo Natasha! Please tell Datuk Zahran! There's a pirate coming into Zaki's house!”