Don't Call My Name
Stay Coming

Chapters 14.

Tonight Zara passed by with a very empty feeling. He let himself sleep on a long chair near the pool to enjoy the silence. Pensively alone in a loud and quiet. Dissolved in feelings. Missing in the soul without meaning.

In life, Zara has also loved and been loved by someone. But baby, they have to separate because their God is different.

It took Zara a long time to heal the wound because it was not easy to forget about the man. Now, he began to be able to love someone again after leaving his heart empty for too long. Although this time their God is the same, but in fact, God still does not want him to be happy with the choice of his heart. Many times Zara thinks, where is the fault? Why is his fate so bad?

As the night grew colder, Zara entered her room. He wanted to get a warm hoodie. But when he opened the closet, he instead found Rayyan's jacket folded neatly there. "I forgot I didn't return it. But if I give it back now, I'm afraid I'm in trouble. So, I let him here to accompany my days. I hope this isn't your favorite jacket."

His eyes suddenly condensed without his will, considering why this jacket could be carried over to him. Slowly, he touched and put the jacket on as a longing remedy.

“Tomorrow your wedding day, Ray. So this evening I'm hugging your shadow before it's banned. I love you, Ray. Very dear ...” Zara closed her eyes while stretching out her hands. He moved as if he was hugging the shadow object, then circled around and ended up falling on his bed. “Sorry I sassy call your name.”

Across the street, Rayyan was called when Zara mentioned her name. His mind seemed to flinch as his eyes suddenly opened at the moment he remembered the woman. “Zara ... why do I dream of it?”

In his dream, Rayyan saw the girl standing on the boat, alone and getting away. He was at the edge of the river and could only see without moving. But strangely, Zara's gaze was so pitiful.

“What was the meaning of my dream?”

But Rayyan could not interpret the dream at all and only would he realize after a long time later. After everything really happened and he regretted it.

Zara herself, meanwhile, was in touch with Grace on nights like this to say something.

“Ape, Lu did you call me Malem-malem? Disturb aja,” said Grace sounded half annoyed, “don't say want help, ye. I don't want to, it's almost morning.”

“No, really, Grace. I just want to tell you something just like you.”

“Yes what, game.”

“Tomorrow I want to keep coming to Ustaz Ray's wedding with Hamidah.”

“Hah, which is true? Seriously, you, Zar? Not yesterday you said—”

“I know,” cut Zara, “I change my mind.”

“How are you, anyway!” disconnected call. Looks like Grace is very angry. But Zara did not care and still went there alone. This is to prove to some people that among them there is never a relationship. And Zara will be tough on that.

The next morning, Zara opened the closet and took one of the party abayas from inside her closet. After choosing, she also took out a pleated shawl in matching color and wore it after wearing makeup. Beautiful and elegant especially with her tall body, making her look perfect.

No matter Grace was angry with him, he still came with the invitation he received yesterday. But unexpectedly, she even saw Grace was already in front of the house wearing male clothes. Because he doesn't want Zara to feel alone.

“I will always be there for you and can be whoever you need. Under any conditions.”

“Thank you, Grace.” Zara smiled with gratitude.

“Call me Ilham Nur Fasad.”

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Rayyan had arrived at the mosque courtyard where their wedding was held. Even with all the families who were present to witness this simple marriage contract—which invites around only a hundred people. And it is prohibited to take pictures except wedding photographers that they rent.

“Still long arrived, Brother?” mauza asked to ask Hamidah and his family.

“In the meantime, again cross,” replied Rayyan.

Mauza nodded, as did their parents who breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that the bride-to-be was near. Because this event has been running for half an hour to wait for them.

“Why is it late he said?” Yudha also asked his wife.

“Macet said, Mas.”

“Oh ...”

Before long, a group of families entered the mosque courtyard. Especially Hamidah who wore matching clothes color with her future husband. The woman displayed a happy smile as she was greeted by the groom's family.

However, now their gazes were not only focused on Hamidah—but the arrival of a woman wearing purdah with a man beside her, so Rayyan was stunned.

Even so, Rayyan strongly recognized the two narrowed eyeballs staring at him. Getting smaller because of the smile. And what made him sick was, he came with a gallant man beside him. Barely recognising because Grace's current look is so different that it makes her think, is she her future husband? He didn't understand why his heart felt so strange and somehow, he didn't like this feeling.

“Who invited him?” rayyan asked the Brother, Umar.

“Meneketehe?” replied Umar indifferently, “but if no one is nervous, where could he possibly come here?”

True too, Rayyan's mind does not reject.

The same as what Vita muttered to her husband, “Why is Zara here, Mas?”

“Don't they know each other? Maybe he was invited by our son,” Yudha replied thinking so. He always thinks positively.

Hamidah and Zara sat in different places. Zara at the left-most tip of—while Hamidah sat not far from Rayyan and the penghulu and the witnesses.

“What can the show start directly?” ask Mr. Penghulu until everyone's gaze focuses on the two figures of the bride.

“Can, Sir,” replied Umar representing them all. Because no one answered even the bride and groom themselves. Huh, growling.

“Ustaz Ray, are you ready?” ask Penghulu again.

Nodding the head of Rayyan and his ready answer made everyone breathe a sigh of relief—especially Hamidah.

“Bismilbornrahmaanirrahiim..”.

The atmosphere was so solemn when the ruler began to recite prayers. Grace turned to Zara to make sure she was in her present state. It turned out that out of her expectations, she looked so tough like nothing had ever happened to her. Isn't she a great woman?