Don't Call My Name
About Me Not Laku?

46.

“What should this be the way Mami, so that her son gets married soon?” zara asked as soon as Miranda got into the car and left Rayyan. So that makes the driver who was there suddenly out, because it is not good if they have to hear their debate.

“Jawab, Mam!” those two clear eyeballs demanded answers, “ what was so low I was, that Mami offered me to the man again? The man who insulted me until I was frustrated and almost killed himself.”

“Sayang ... hear the word Mami,” Miranda positioned her seat, “she behaved like that first because she did not know the actual incident.”

“I'm sorry for him, Mam,” sela Zara feels she is in the truest position, “but not to make friends, let alone be in a relationship.”

“Mami knows you still have love for her, Darling.”

“Why can Mami say that? Does Mami know what my heart is like?”

“What Mami doesn't know about my son, my own flesh and blood. In your home there are many memories of you two that you never throw away. Jackets, books, videos, photos, what is it if not love? Hate doesn't keep anything about him. You can't lie to Mami, Zara.”

“Neg, Mam. I don't want him to propose to me .. plis ...” Zara shook her head. Tears began to break my cheeks. “Mami don't think about my feelings? Mommy glad I received another ex?”

“Ighfar, Zara!” jolt Miranda broke her son's words, “your last words you should pull again. It is not appropriate that this should be heard in the ears of others. If you still hold a grudge like this—lantas what difference do you have with him?”

It's always been like this Miranda said in her heart. Zara always takes longer to forgive people who have wronged her.

Zara looked at her Mammya. His lips were tightly clenched, ready to listen to the woman speak again.

“Ray has it wrong with you. It is perfectly possible if you refuse it. But you have to know, everyone has the same opportunity to continue to improve, to be better and happy,” he said in a lower voice, “do not you ever think that he does not deserve you because he has a lot of sins. Yeah, Ray used to be arrogant, but you don't have to retaliate. God forgives us, why don't we? Who are we?"

Miranda rubbed her daughter's cheek, "See Mami. Look how big Mommy's sins were in the past. God still loves Mommy. By giving Mami a good husband and children like you. Holiness you mean is not the key to happiness in the household. Because what every couple needs is loyalty, honesty and trust," Miranda held her hand, before being released because of these words, "marry her. He very earnestly wants to make amends and make you happy.”

“Yes, I want to get married, Mam .. I also know I'm a lot of age. But not the same Ray ...” he still insisted.

“Whom do you want the same? Same Facade?” ask Miranda inexhaustible, “Mami knows she is still sick in Bandung.”

Zara gasps. It turns out that Mommy knows better than she does.

“Ray is still better than Facade. According to Mami. Even though he was a widower, he obviously never turned. Aren't you afraid, if Fasad had been in contact with a man too? Not afraid of disease, you, son?” said Miranda to delay him for a moment, “do you deny also what Mami said just now. Not just accusing, but guessing. This is only a concern Mami alone to her son.”

But Zara ignored Miranda's remark just now choosing to ask her something else, “When did Mami meet them?”

They were Ray and his parents.

“Yesterday, and they discussed everything from the beginning. Ray was alone because his wife gave up taking care of him who could not remember him at all.”

“So all these you guys want?” Zara makes it clear, "so that we can get married?"

“Yes, if you don't mind. If you still want to wait for the Facade, yes, up to.” Miranda put her shoulders down. “So, right, you want?”

Zara fell silent.

“Moreover the reason? You reject a lot of people, surely because there is something you are waiting for. My mother will never be able to understand. Wait for her. But until he's completely healed first. Mami does not want to hear later you become a victim of violence if she is relapsing her soul.”

Let's see, Miranda reminded.

The woman was very surprised by her son who was chasing and hoping for the Facade. The man threw it away.

Maybe between love and pity is so thin the difference, that Zara can hardly recognize.

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Flashbacks.

That night, after Miranda and Vita paid for the medicine, the two headed to a Cafe located not far from the Pharmacy. Everyone got out of their car, no exception. Including Yudha who turned out to be with him, even though he had not come down to the Pharmacy before.

Everyone talks about their child's past.

“When I asked, my son did argue that he had a relationship with Zara,” said Vita staring at his interlocutor, Miranda, “ya, it is true that way. But after I secretly investigated, it turned out that my son loved him. There are photos of him in the room that I accidentally saw and I secure.”

“On the contrary,” reply Miranda, “Zara also keeps his jacket which I think is a special item. Most likely she is still in love. Because until now ... he has not been able to accept any man.”

“I'm sorry for my son who couldn't give me a firm stance, Ms. Miranda. They fall in love with each other because Ray himself allows others into his heart. He already has his own plan. Strange indeed. But .. that's the reality. Maybe at that time, my son thought that his relationship with the previous one could not be saved.”

Vita asked her husband's opinion, and for the man to continue.

Ray himself was just listening. Holding his head that was very dizzy because he kept trying to remember what they were saying.

“Betul,” Yudha nodded, “actually I have convinced many times before he married, ‘anakku, are you sure that you will marry Hamidah, we will not force. If you already have your own criteria, it doesn't matter. We'll accept. Because we are sure, you know best for yourself’.

"Not forgetting we also gave him a lot of advice, as parents usually do to their children, when he was about to get married. And the answer was, he was very confident in his choice. Without us knowing, that in fact he was angry with Zara .. who at that time dragged the case .. sorry, prostitution.”

Miranda and Reuben nodded to signify that they did not mind Yudha saying as she was.

“If we knew from the beginning that Ray made this decision because he was in a state of emotion, then we would try to give him a longer time to think. Honey, everything has already happened.”

“Maybe it has become such a way, Prof,” said Ruben, “destiny indeed no know.”

Yudha. Even the accident, as well as the amnesia suffered by her son, she thought this was a reprimand for all of them. To be careful because everything that is owned, including science, belongs to God who must be practiced as well as possible.

Miranda smiled shyly, “Actually, I am ashamed to admit this. But I think you should know that I am the first to cause all problems."

Feeling given a chance to talk, Miranda began to tell him, "At first, I was interested in Ustaz Ray. The first time I saw him lecture at one of the big mosques around the house. We got acquainted there and somehow, I felt he was the right man to accompany my son later. Zara needs a guy like that to guide her to get better. So it struck me in my mind to match them.

"I asked him to fill out a study at home, asking him to teach my son who had very, very random behavior. Of course, with other intentions and goals .. so that they meet more often, which naturally, togetherness can long foster feelings of love.

"I'm so sorry. I think Ustaz Ray at the time was still alone. I only learned later that it turns out Ustaz Ray already has a fiancee. But it's all gone. My selfish attitude overcame all those impossibilities. Because I have hope when I know the relationship of Ustaz Rayyan and his future wife is not too good. Once again I am sorry.. I am so sorry,” said Miranda really felt guilty.

Vita clasped Miranda's hand and looked at her late, “We both got it wrong, Mom. I've also had rumors circulating about your daughter. Which in turn, has influenced my own child to ..”.

“Yes, I know,” interrupted Miranda, “that is the natural instinct of a mother who does not want her beloved son to marry a ... yes, as reported, right? Ray is an Ustaz. What does the world say? An ustaz married to a former essayist," Miranda smiled, "nothing, all mothers will definitely do their best for her son. Including me.”