Don't Call My Name
The Sky Shines Back

Seeing Zara half round like this, Ray forgot the last time they made love. For the last few weeks, they were too busy to take care of the problems of others to almost take away their own happiness.

I don't know where Zara used to hurt her. Block him from bathing, sitting or sleeping on it, waking him up at night, or even making him go bad luck.

Sometimes he even turns it back. Making the towel disappear when Zara took a bath, closing the closet when going to look for clothes, and more extreme still make Zara difficult to walk. Frankly, Ray misses all those delinquents.

“You till when you want in the blanket?” ray asked after a while to let Zara hide. “No kangen?”

“Ngak,” elaknya fast.

“Udah can park yet anyway?” asked Ray to make Zara pop out her face from there, “Mall visitors want to enter.”

“Can't count days, huh?” reply Zara because only four days he did bedrest.

“Even before this we have a long time off because you are drunk,” said Ray similar to a man who is almost desperate. Then step out still wearing full clothes.

“Honey, where are you going?” Both of Zara's eyes went wide to see this. His mind was instantly filled with ugly shadows with what Rayyan was going to do there.

Remember, Ray is an Ustaz. Religious teachers who are identical with polygamy. What if he remarries when he's not satisfied by his wife at home?

Or maybe Ray is always busy and comes home late because he already has more than one wife? Like my father-in-law did for example?

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?!”

Zara's shout made Rayyan pare her steps and re-open the door. “What's up?” tanyanya panic.

“Awas if you marry again!” suddenly threatened.

“Who wants to marry again? People want to drink.”

“Cepet back, I'll give you parking.”

“Neither thanks nor papa.”

“Ray?!” terrors, “don't-don't ..”

“Apaan anyway, Yank ..” Overthinking her once, her inner self. “Tadi said what? Can I park?”

“Ya is here, but use another way, yes!”

“Bby ...” This could make me better.

Both did what they had to do. Hem, what is it?

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It is not easy to forget someone like what Zunaira did throughout the day. But without him realizing that many days have changed and he has managed to get through those times.

All his work has been mastered Zunaira. The girl is getting smarter and wiser managing the company's finances. Her appearance is increasingly fashionable, beautiful and more mature. Yesterday's heartbreak, a little bit, has changed him a lot into a better person than before.

And Mauza too. After a long time hanging out with her sister-in-law, she became aware of what is called make up, care, maintain weight and of course about fashion.

Who can know the look of Mauza now?

No. gabe. She is the beautiful, fragrant, smart, and always cheerful Mauza.

“Since when did my sister wear lipstick, Cuy?” said Umar mentioned it when Mauza was leaving, “dah different now. The more sex hehehe.”

“You know aja, what do you want tempe really?” Mauza.

“There's a lot of money now, huh? Share this little twin of yours.”

“Ya God? Cilok has become a dregs you still reveal, Za. Borrow ten thousand doang aja you inget to ubanan.”

“Utang fixed debt. You have to pay.”

Uh what is this? Intention to ask for money even to the palak first. Unreservedly, Umar issued a bill of ten thousand for Mauza.

“Well, that's dong. So be a brother don't be stingy. Having a lot of money is never shared. Gini right, as a result if you become a calculation person.”

“I don't want to waste, Za. I want to marry this year too,” she said making Mauza widen her eyes.

“Serious?” tanyanya could not believe it.

“This is the first time and I am talking to you doang.”

“Yang really? Same who?”

“Same widow. Can you, Papa?”

“Astaghfirullahaladzim.” Mauza shook his head. “Kek there are no more virgins. No talent being your crocodile, Mar. So penguins are.”

“Nyesel I say the same you.” Umar seemed to be ridiculed by his twin brother.

“Papaaa!” mauza's yelling caused Umar to panic.

“Za, what are you screaming about? Not a macem! Especially until ngadu-”

“Papaa! Umar wanted to marry the same widow said-hmmmhh...” Mauza's mouth was immediately silenced by Umar's two hands before he finished uttering all his complaints. But when Umar let his guard down, Mauza was able to escape.

Umar who at that time was afraid Mauza leaked his secret, he immediately ran to chase. Be they chasing, even Mauza to climb the chairs to avoid the pursuit of Umar.

“Yes Allah ..” said Vita and Yudha as they approached the noise of their children.

“Papa said-”

“Mauza!” cut Umar, “awas ya if you ngadu!”

“What the hell are you guys?” yudha asked to see those who were still chasing each other. Even today, Mauza is behind him clinging like a lizard in order to get protection from him.

“Pa, Papa know? I have a secret.” Mauza continued to soften so that Umar became more angry.

“Mauza, plis ... You can ask for anything original do not complain to Papa same Mama.”

“What auh, kok play secrets,” said Vita held back laughter seeing the interaction of his two children. As seen from his eyes, Mauza and Umar were still their little babies. The twins are always fighting over toys, who always suckle together, which he always wears a twin. What a memory it paints beautifully in his memory, all the time. Oh time? Why are you passing so fast?

“No papa, Ma! There is no secret, kok,” replied Umar did not want to reveal it now because he was still not ready.

The incident only stopped when they heard some people say hello.

“Waalaikumsalam,” replies everyone turns at the same time.

“Kok sound kayak Kak Ray same Sister-in-law,” said Mauza.

Ray and Zara's appearance in the living room confirmed Mauza's speech just now. They came with a lot of souvenirs. From where?

Seriate.

Tomorrow again yes. Tomorrow's promise keeps up even Eid al-Adha. Not Ketang se bab.🤭