Don't Call My Name
You Sure?

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Ray dropped his head on the back of the chair remembering the past.

“I don't feel myself right. But it's not you who used to pull our relationship out until I was at the point of saturation, to not want to hope again and others enter my heart.”

Not never fight for it, even before Ray stopped hoping, he had visited Hamidah's house several times to ask for clarity. However, the woman always refused to see him.

The hot coffee becomes cold. The owner ignored him for too long. So, who's wrong?

Then when he gave up and began to fill with other expectations, Hamidah came back and said that he wanted to continue their relationship to the level of marriage.

If someone asks, why should you get divorced?

Everyone, will definitely try to maintain their marriage relationship, no matter what happens.

But in the marriage of Rayyan and Hamidah, their relationship is really murky. Hamidah's character is difficult to balance, making their household so messy.

Ray always wanted to unite, but Hamidah always wanted to separate. They almost never have a mind in line.

Ray, who suffered too much because of his pain, made God finally give another way by removing memories and paralyzing his legs for some time.

And from there, the separation happened. Hamidah sued him in court, which he apparently did only for a bluff. But unfortunately, his request was granted until he regretted his own actions.

There had been a request from Hamidah to refer back. But Ray refuses because at that time, Ray feels his life is calmer without Hamidah anymore.

Ray believed in the laws of nature. So it is not surprising that what is not good for him will go away. Nature will select itself.

Elsewhere, Miranda did. The woman had just read an open letter that had just been written by Hamidah.

Miranda instead thought Hamidah needed ruqyah treatment because there might be jinn lodged in his body.

“Pity of his parents who have worked hard to build da'wah. Must be his name so follow ugly.”

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Elsewhere, Mauza is the same as Rayyan. He was furious not playing over the statement addressed to his sister-in-law. “The fall of this nantangin kayak, mah, yak?”

Mauza showed Vita her phone. So the woman commented, “Padahat as far as Mama knows, Your brother has tried to defend Hamidah. Always cringe and be silent for the sake of the integrity of their household, no matter the pride of a husband in trampling. Not just nonsense, but because Mama saw with her own eyes when they stayed with us here.” Vita's eyes condense as she recalls how her son was treated.

“Padahal Kyai Mohd Noor is very good, Uminya also. Why his son even ...” Mauza's lips are too reluctant to talk Hamidah with bad language.

“Entahlah. Sometimes, God confronts us with such people but only to test them, Son. Allah tests His people from whichever direction He wills. Whether from wife, child, son-in-law, brother, parents, or even the most ... of economics.”

Mauza. He strongly agreed with his mother's explanation just now.

“No really, Ma? If Brother Rayyan had another heart when they were husband and wife?” Mauza asked again.

Vita explains what she knows without trying to bring anyone down. That actually, Ray still had feelings for Zara at that time.

But ... he never tried to find out, play heart behind him, let alone openly show it to anyone, especially to Hamidah who at the time was still his wife. Because Ray also loved Hamidah as a wife. And he's so guarding his feelings.

“There is nothing we do not control, dear. The human heart. We can't demand as much, a husband must love us. Love cannot be forced. But like a wife, we have to make our husband love us. Show yourself that we are better than anyone they think, can replace us as his wife.”

“So yes, Ma?” Mauza put her head in Vita's lap. She wants to hear more about how to get married. For her to make the provision of her life journey with her husband later.

Vita assures, “There are rarely good and responsible men in this day and age, dear. Still given God a good husband, should be much-much grateful.”

“Iya, anyway. If I was in Hamidah's position, would you be grateful, Ma? Brother Ray does not cheat, never neko-neko. If the news is patient, obedient, surely long can also love death, klepek-klepek.”

“It looks like these prospective kayaking wives who are in Indosaur,” always Vita makes Mauza laugh.

“If you see the model husband kek Sammy, I think I should be like that, deh, Ma.”

Unlike Mauza and Mama, Zunaira was busy with her own business because she felt she was not involved with all their affairs or problems.

Perhaps they still consider him an immature child in addressing problems, so he is rarely listened to or charged with meaningful problems.

No problem for Zunaira. The girl felt free. Because he doesn't have to be dizzy to think about it. And he thought that his extended family would not lack great people with all sorts of ways of thinking.

In the afternoon at the office, the voice of someone who had just come to his cubicle, shifted Zunaira's focus from the monitor screen.

“So, when can I come to your house again?” The man intended to ask the message that Zunaira sent two days ago, that he had received his proposal.

“Don't now,” Zunaira's reply made Andrea frown sharply. Maybe he thinks he's playing with her. “I mean, Brother Za just applied for Sammy yesterday. So it feels too soon that Mas Andre also proposed to me in the near future.”

Zunaira thought, his family also needed to breathe for a moment after two days yesterday, his house was used to hold consecutive events.

After all, the effect is less positive because it seems, he also does not want to lose to Mauza.

“When?” asked Andrea briefly.

“Wait until Kak Za gets married.”

“Wait until marriage?” ask Andrea inexhaustible, “when is the clear? Next year? Yes if it is.”

Ah, yes. Zunaira. Andrea Hirata is not a person who likes to talk too much. He shouldn't have given an uncertain explanation, even going around in circles.

“I heard this Week too. So, you can propose to me this month too, kok.”

“Good. I keep your promise.”

Zunaira.

“Who are you going home with?”

“Umar again heading here.”

“Ya already.” Andrea walked away.

Oh gosh. How could I possibly marry this kind of creature? Inner Zunaira wondered to herself.

Even Andrea left without saying a word-of-word greeting to her. The man was truly a real embodiment of ice blocks.

A few minutes passed. Zunaira went down when Umar arrived in front of his office.

“What's right? Papa said you'll be proposed too?” ''' Umar asked when they were on their way home.

“Ehm, yes, Brother,” replied Zunaira met.

“Thought to mateng-mateng?”

“Udah, really. Andrea it's also a good man.”

“You sure? Your feelings haven't known him for long. You only know him at work, right?” ask Umar again more probing.

Zunaira was confused by her brother's question so this time, she chose not to answer.

“I'm sure your brain is not smart very.”

Zunaira turned her head, “I mean?”

Seriate.