Don't Call My Name
Not a Weak Woman

Chapter 15

The tight grip of Zara's hand is getting closer Grace feels in her hand when the contract starts to be done. With a single breath, Rayyan was finally able to speak kabul aloud, using Arabic. Grace still sees the look on Zara's face that she knows desperately holds back her tears, “This is the real definition of loving someone.”

Samar, Zara responded with a smile. Then lowered his gaze when he saw the newly married couple—saling in touch for the first time. Kiss your hands and kiss your forehead.

Both of them watched all the procession until it was finished—until it was time to greet the happy ones. In a separate place. Men with men, women with women.

“Are you also going to meet him?” ask Grace.

“Why not?” reply Zara for sure, “aku not too plain-plain very. I'm sure Si H sent me an invitation because there was a purpose. Maybe he thinks .. I'll be hooked on what he's doing. But baby, he's wrong looking for people.”

“So ...” said Grace asked Zara to explain further.

“I want to prove it to him now, if I can stand straight in front of him.”

Grace knows exactly the character of her best friend who is stubborn, hard to accept input, and does not want to look weak in the eyes of others.

“Ya. Who can ban you?” said Grace finally let Zara enter the women's area.

Now Zara was right in front of Hamidah who stood waiting for everyone who approached him.

“Thank you for taking the time to come, Brother,” said Hamidah welcomed Zara's hand, “a great honor because it can be attended by important people like you.”

“Your welcome, Brother Hamidah. Coincidentally if my weekend is free,” reply Zara as if she did not want to be seen coming on purpose. “Congratulations, yes. May your marriage sakinah mawadah warahmah.”

“Aamiin, thank you for the prayer. Hopefully quickly following.”

Zara's guaranteed it too. He could not linger there considering there were still many people waiting for his turn.

As he stepped out, there were drops of his tears flowing down onto the floor. But not too much care and immediately get into his car first while waiting for Grace to return. Because the Gemulai man is still there because the men queue more.

She leaned back in the car seat and opened her purdah, “It's good that I wear this outfit, so not many understand that it's me. Lazy at candid.” Although Zara never hijab, but that doesn't mean she can't adjust. He knew where to dress more closely. But later, it is not impossible that he will wear it, because he already has the intention.

Elsewhere, Grace is worried about her artist, “Zara will surely have me waiting in the car.”

Now the position of the queue is getting closer to the groom. How the hateful gaze of Grace upon this man had dared to play with the feelings of his best friend and judge him with one eye. But explaining it is free. Nawkish!

“Males I actually. But rather than being ashamed nyamperin.”

Just a brief job title and congratulations that Grace said before she came back down. Because he thought more about Zara's situation now. Frightened, Zara again attempted suicide like yesterday. Kan, bother!

“The name is also people are fed up, ye, right?”

Arriving at the car, Grace immediately met him and asked, “Are you ok?”

“Apaan, anyway. It's like that many times. Not sure what?” zara's spray doesn't like Grace worrying too much about her.

“I do this because I care about you, Dodol!”

“Ayok!” ask Zara to let Grace move faster.

“Where?”

“Go home, time to the matrial store.”

“Who knows to go to a mental hospital.”

“You are mentally ill. Obatin there, the old one, cake let's not turn.”

“Traditional. Gini-gini I still useful for Nusa and Bangsa,” kekeh Grace began to step on her pedal and quickly leave the place. “What's our next rotten plan, Zar?”

“Yes, times. Time we want to play witch doctor. Not very elegant,” reply Zara responded to the crazy word Grace just now, “just slap them using performance let her regret."

"Bodo mamat," said Zara would not bother, "but I think of the company Papi I, Grace.”

“You want to fight for it?” ask Grace right away.

Zara is unemployed, “But how to do?”

“Mild. We need to see your late Papi's lawyer. Do you know who that is? Don't you know, you don't know too?”

“Know! About Ruji.”

“Where is he now?”

“In the office Papilah..”.

“If you really mean it, I want to help you. But this process will be long and exhausting. Besides, you have to be prepared for the consequences. Because we will face many challenges. Are you up to it?”

“I really like challenges,” replied Zara very confidently.

°°°

All events are finished. Here is a meal together and a moment to gather with the family. Now one-by-one families leave them so as to leave the nuclear family alone. But even then, it began to say goodbye.

“We go home first, yes, Brother,” said Mauza and Zunaira resigned. While Umar had run away first picked up by his friends.

“Mama with Papa too,” sahut Vita, “you yourself want to go home?” the woman looked at the child and his daughter-in-law in turn. For he had never heard them discuss where after this they would stay.

“We ...” Hamidah hung up his sentence waiting for Rayyan to open his voice, “aku up to Kak Ray only, Ma.”

“Ray?” ask Vita because her son is not listening.

“We have not discussed it,” replied Rayyan suddenly excited because he was a little daydreaming.

“Or you want to take your wife to Hotel?” seductive Vita again Rayyan responded with a headband.

“We haven't brought any change of clothes. So while we go home first.”

“Where the hell, you guys! This important issue period you have not discussed. Can, really, reasoned original communication,” said Vita accompanied by a headband. “Don't like living in the age of Baheula, dong. Now communication tools are advanced.”

Not wanting his wife to comment more that could offend his children, Yudha immediately pulled Vita into the car, arguing that he had a lot of business. Understandably, the older a woman— gets they will talk more. And it's very common.

“Mas, I'm right, still talking to Brother,” said Vita as soon as they got in the car and stayed away.

“Let him solve his own problems.”

“You must have forbidden me from talking to them. You afraid I'm chatty?” he realized before Yudha said it.

Rayyan and Hamidah stood there to continue the discussion.

“Actually I have bought an apartment unit, it's just ... there is no contents yet. So while we're staying at Abi's house you used to. If you agree.” He could not take his wife to live in his house because there were so many family members living there.

“Good, Brother. But tomorrow when it's ready, I'm asking us to move. I want to be independent.”

“Ya, already. We're going home now. I'm so tired. Want to quickly break.” Rayyan got up and left his wife. Though the woman hopes Rayyan took her and—or at least, invite her into the car together. But actually....

Ah, even though from the beginning of meeting, he already knew that Rayyan was not the type of romantic man. But he still hopes to be treated that way. Huh, don't expect much not to be disappointed! Inner cursed.

Seriate.

Thank you for the vote, especially for kak. God willing, at the end of the month I will get a gift from you.