Don't Call My Name
I'm tired, Grace

Chapters 10.

Unexpectedly, the meetings the following week even more effective. Zara feels Rayyan's treatment is warmer than she used to be so indifferent. Small attention and possessiveness that Rayyan did not realize, made this girl had thought that they had the same feelings.

One day after the holiday, they accidentally met on the set because they were in the same program.

“I just found out we're one place,” Zara said as the ad was underway.

“Of course your manager doesn't tell you?”

Zara felt more special because by itself, Rayyan changed her call with a name, not Kak anymore as when they first met.

“Some days he didn't come and just contacted me via chat. Probably busy because his mother is sick.”

“Sometimes, I'm pangling with your manager because his looks and voice are always different.”

“If Grace appears as a man, she will make a maco voice, if again feminine, she uses a nose voice. Depends sikon.” (situation and condition)

“You know enough apparently?” ask Dito, his fellow artists who are in one set, “do you guys have a relationship?”

“We only know ordinary, To,” replied Rayyan.

“Oh, yes, ding. You have Hamidah.”

Deg. Inner Zara mencelos.

“Yes already, Zara is just like me, deh. Same-sex, right, us? If you want, I can go straight home. Get married, we.”

Zara could no longer hear the pleasantries that Ardito had said just now. Because he was holding the heat and the pain of heartache. Zara's face immediately turned strange. Not wanting to look too obvious, he worked around by pretending to stick the phone to his ear as if he was busy receiving a call from someone. His heart cracked like glass falling on the hard surface of the floor.

“What Grace said. Like the same person should think about.”

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In the days that followed, Zara was more silent if she met Rayyan. Not only that, it also looks a little more at distance from the man for the good of his heart. But in a very subtle way so that Rayyan does not feel the difference too much. Let's just say he did know his status from the very beginning they met.

“This is an additional book that you must memorize,” Rayyan proffers a fairly thick book of women's fiqih, “read if you are free.”

“May my brain still be sane so that it can absorb all the lessons from you.”

“Slow-slow only. The important thing is that the prayer was fixed.”

“I'm working on.”

Rayyan raised her one thumb and watched her movements until she left first. Isn't this a very sweet treat? This is a small form of attention for him that without Rayyan realizing it makes Zara get carried away with feelings.

Arriving home, Zara was shocked when she opened her phone. He was shocked when he got a long DM from the name of someone whose name is not foreign, namely Hamidah.

“Not him ..?” to be sure of himself, Zara immediately read the message.

Hamida:

Assalamualaikum, Brother. My name is Hamidah. Fiancee and future wife of the person I think you know very well, Ustaz Rayyan.

Just go ahead, brother ....

Look ... I'm honestly not comfortable with the rumors that circulated lately because you are reportedly close to my future husband.

If you may know, is there a relationship between you?

I will not accuse without evidence before I get along with the person concerned. Of course .. I never expected anything to happen between the two of you because we already had an attachment.

I thought, You women are good and beautiful women who can easily get other men. Not with my husband-to-be.

That is all I want to say. Sorry if there is a bad heart.

Wassalamualaikum wr.

About Zara felt, but she had to keep answering this message so as not to arise suspicion prejudice. Because basically, they have nothing to do. Meeting after meeting, not of their own accord except for the demands of work. There is another meeting every Sunday at Miranda's house, Zara is just a lecture, nothing more.

Maybe if Zara has a sense of liking, it is very reasonable because Rayyan is a man who has many reasons to be liked by women. What becomes unnatural is, already know have a lover, but still keep trying to seize it.

Zara started typing a reply.

Waalaikumsalam, Brother Hamidah.

For God's sake, there is no relationship between us. We are just friends or co-workers, nothing more. As for our meetings, it was purely due to accident. Please read it because I am a public figure whose actions are very vulnerable to being gossiped about by the media. Not only with Ustaz Rayyan, with others too. The reason, maybe because until now I am still alone. I hope Brother Hamidah is not too consumed by rumors that are circulating. Hopefully my explanation is clear and easy to understand, yes.

Thank you in advance and I personally also apologize to Brother Hamidah, if this news is enough to disturb you and your family. Next or next time, I would rather avoid our meetings or events in the same place to prevent this from happening again.

Message sent. Hamidah across the street read the message. But his breath was stingy, he could never be relieved even though Zara had confirmed the truth.

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Curiosity prompted Zara to look at the profile showing photos of the woman named Hamidah. From the look of her face looks calm, beautiful and cool in the eyes.

“Sant Ray proposed to you. You're the perfect woman. Moreover, you are Hafidzah as well. Complete package deh,” he said still scroll the phone screen up to the bottom.  

“Who's the full package?” voice next to him. Grace.

“This, the candidate is Si Ray.”

“Oh ... heartache don't you see that guy's bustle?”

“No,” replied Zara indifferently.

“Long,” kekeh Grace, “ngak papa, mending now his heartache than later more terrible again. Just focus on work, soul mate will not go where.”

Zara leaned her head against Grace's shoulder, “I'm tired, Grace ..”

“Yes already, you just slept, gih!”

Before long Grace heard a subtle snoring from Zara's breath on her shoulder. Not only that, but he also felt his clothes wet because of the saliva of this foolish Girl. It sucks!