Don't Call My Name
Do We Ever Know?

Chapter 41

“Yes, so, that's our goal here, ma'am,” the old man said after stating their arrival.

“Before I also thank him for his good intentions who want to invite ta’aruf my son, Zara. But as a parent, I freed my son to choose. So for the answer, we will ask directly to the person concerned. Mainly ... because he who will later undergo.”

“Whatever his son is at home?” sahut Bu Rusdi's.

“There, he just finished a photo shoot at the back.”

“She has hijrah?” this question left Miranda a little confused. What do you mean, anyway?

“Indeed already, Mom. But the name of the young people would want to have activities. He has a large following on his social media. It's a shame that his account was not used.”

“But it should be if you have migrated do not do any activities that can invite the attention of many people,” according to him, “can get sick ain, you know.”

“Alhamdulillah, my son that ..” Miranda is looking for the language most easily understood by mothers who seem a bit clumsy about cyberspace, “if the language is easy sell.”

“But when married, mending is stopped. Less good.”

“Depends. If you use his account for something useful yes ... I think it is okay.”

Miranda doesn't like her son's life being arranged by someone else. Because according to him, Zara has actually inspired many people to become a Muslim woman who closed her aura. Helps change the way many women in this part of the world view, that hijab can still be beautiful.

“Sorry, I just think,” said Bu Rusdi because he saw the face of Miranda did not like his opinion.

“Yes, no papa, ma'am. Naturally fill the heads of different people,” Miranda tried to understand, “ya already, I call my son now,” he said then moved inside. Meet his son who turned out to be eavesdropping on their conversation from behind the wall.

“You're here apparently, it's Ardito ngajakin ta’aruf. Want no?” the whisper is almost inaudible.

“Let's see his mom was just horrified, Mam,” Zara shuddered in horror, “ngak, ah.”

“Hopefully they are not hurt by your answer. Deliver with good language, yes.”

“Okay, Mam.”

The two of them went out and sat together.

“Good afternoon, Sir, Mom, Ardito,” greet Zara with a smile.

“Sore too, Son,” replied Rusdi and his wife together, even with Ardito who did the same.

“Aunty Surely it is clear what my purpose is here, Zar,” said Ardito staring at Zara expectantly, “do you want to accept my ta’aruf invitation? God willing, I will try to be a good priest for you.”

Zara smiled, “Before I apologized, Dit...,” Zara held back her bad taste, “actually it was very heavy saying this, but. Rather than hanging, it's not good.”

“I know the answer,” interrupted Dito before Zara finished talking, “if you may know, what is the reason, Ra? Has anyone else proposed to you first?” the face of this man looks very disappointed, especially his parents.

“Actually not yet. But because there is nothing suitable yet, Dit,” replied Zara as gently as possible, “hopefully after this incident, we still remain friends, yes.” He immediately switched the language although next Ms. Rusdi returned to the main point.

“What do you want to find, anyway, Nduk?” tanya Bu Rusdi, “Ardito my son is also good, you know. Never mess with him, just look at his track record. Dito clean of any criminal.”

“Not so the problem, Mom,” refutes Zara.

“You looking for a kayak ustaz?” Ms. Rusdi asked again, “kayaknya anyway, not possible. In addition to widows, you have also been involved in prostitution. There are still those who apply should alhamdulillah ...” but then Mr. Rusdi directly jerked it, “Bu!”

Zara and Miranda recapitulate istigfar. Even with Ardito who did not expect his mother would issue such a shocking speech.

“Sorry, Mrs Rusdi. But if your arrival here just want to slander, mending You go aja, deh,” reply Miranda murmured, “justay, the name of the person who ngajak ta’, surely get two possibilities. Acceptance or rejection. So from home it must be ready to accept the worst reality.”

“Okay, we're home!” reply women are fierce, “people in reality so, kok, ngelak. Who do you think you are? Used goods are expensive selling. You think, I don't know what your past is like?”

Miranda immediately jerked, “Eh, why so bring my past?!”

“Fruit fell not far from the tree,” the middle-aged woman again sneered.

“Bu, don't be like this,” Rusdi and Ardito's wounds.

“Sorry My mother, Auntie,” said Ardito very, very bad.

“Bring your mother home quickly, before she dumps her reward here even more. Pity worship for years lost because of julidin people,” said Miranda spicy.

“Sok your holy, religious seller!” ms Rusdi said as she was pulled out by her husband.

“Already, enough, Mom. Let's go home!”

“Dih, why sell religion. We're seven generations rich, Mom! My efforts are everywhere! My land a lot, my house a lot, my car a lot too!”

“Mam, ”!<TAG1> Zara invited her mom inside so as not to continue serving the garbage speech of the person.

“Let's go, Mami wants to make sure she leaves without a trace. Who knows he left the atomic bomb here.”

“Astaghfirullah ... Mam.” Zara shook her head in astonishment.

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“Jadi ... yesterday, there was someone who made sure I ta’aruf, Ci. Cool, anyway, because he dared to come directly to my house and bring his parents. I don't want to say his name, yes,” Zara told Cici in Sushitei where they made the appointment yesterday.

“Terus?” Cici asked him to go back on.

“But I refused. Uh, her mom's pissed, dong. Why me ‘Who do you think you are? Used goods only selling expensive’. Duh, jeez .. really surprised me,” Zara imitated the style of Bu Rusdi yesterday. “While I speak well, loh. Not at all rude. What if it's rough, huh? Could be stuck maybe me, Ci.”

“Yes Allah, Zar. Very tajem, mother's mouth. Dare to talk directly in front of the guy, haha. Spil, dong his name.”

“Don't ah, later you sign him.”

“Very capsizing I.”

“What you obviously know. His profession is artist too, but not too famous, anyway.”

Cici clasped his hands, “Whatever it is, the most important thing is that you are saved from people like them,” he said sincerely. “You know, don't you? That is proof that God loves you, because He unmasked him first before you have gone further.”

“You really, Ci ...”

“But want to know dong, who is it?”

Zara suddenly rolled her eyeballs, “kirain was not curious anymore. Nyesel I tell you.”

“Hehehe Cici grimacing, “ya, already, deh if not allowed. The important thing is to eat it you payin.”

“Dih, who jumped yesterday?” candelessly.

Making friends with Cici for approximately one year was quite fun. She was just like the Facade but with a female form. Zara only realized that God had been taking the people closest to Him to replace them with better ones.

After being satisfied chatting and eating well, they finally decided to go home—because unknowingly, they had spent a long time in this place.

“But you waited here for a while, yes, Ci. I want to buy something on market.”

“I temenin, deh.”

“Serious?”

“Then I lied, anyway? I'm also going to buy a snack!” the woman walked ahead of him.

“Dih, I was left behind!” zara Cibir.

“Community thinks, you. Quickly not married.”

“From you, cepet-cepet but cepet disperse too.”

“Ampun, yes. Don't run out of shit, you, ni.” However, Cici could not dodge because that was the reality.

The two took a basket and began looking for the items they bought. And because their goals were different, Zara made a deal, for whom she would finish first—she would wait for her in front of the cashier.

“It's a bigger size there isn't, Brother?” Zara asked the item she bought to the woman who happened to be passing by.

“There, but somewhere else. What number are you looking for?”

“42 cm.”

“I helped find, yes, Kak.”

“Okay, thank you.”

But when Zara began to step back to take another item, she was hit by a man until the item in her hand flew to the floor.

It was not the falling item that surprised him, but rather a man who hit him.

“Sorry, I'm in a hurry. You're not papa?” he showed concern.

Zara sculpting. He felt his body overreact when he looked at this man so that he could not move, let alone make a sound.

“It looks like you were surprised once. Again, I'm sorry, I was completely unintentional. I helped get your stuff, huh?” the man crouched down and put the fallen item back in his basket.

“Te-thank you,” replied Zara staggered.

Perhaps the man realized his way of looking so he again asked, “Have we known before?”

Huh, what kind of joke is this?

Seriate.

If there is an oddity please comment in that paragraph, yes, I do not cross check the problem again.