Don't Call My Name
Deeds Passing Boundaries

58

“Udah chat?” miranda asked the two of them who had just returned from behind.

“Udah, Aunt,” Rayyan replied. Zara just nodded.

“So Opa, same Oma again in Padang, so do not come?” Miranda and Reuben resumed their conversation with Yudha and Vita about their families who did not come.

“Iya, they again returned home, have not been there for a long time he said,” reply Vita, “but later before Ray married, surely they are already here.”

“Still no mean home there?”

“There is still, even if it is ugly. Not bad, let's not have to rent lodging if you go there.”

“Someone takes care of it?”

Vita agreed, she also introduced her other siblings. Including his sister, brother-in-law and nephews who numbered three people.

“Wow, it's so nice to have so many kids, huh?” Miranda was amazed by the compactness of this family, “I also want to have more than two children. But the second child becomes in his forties more. I also never thought I could have another baby at that age. You could say a miracle. Yeah, how you doing? Maybe it was her destiny to have only two children. But I remain grateful, I remain better than the barren people out there.”

“True, Mom,” said Vita again strongly agree, “I pray, hopefully later in the gift of many grandchildren from our children.”

“Nah yes. Kan, it already has the gene.”

Everyone broke up after Ba'da isya. Right after they do prayers and prayers together. I don't know what they're talking about until it's a waste of time. This was truly beyond belief that originally only predicted a shorter time. Because besides being tired, there is certainly a lot of work waiting for them at home.

“Alhamdulillah event is done..” muttered Zara when she was alone in her room. She began removing all the clothes attached, then cleaned herself and her face from the makeup polish. Afterwards, he changed his clothes in sleeping pajamas. Just went out for a moment to meet Mami, Om, and Mike who were fussing over all the value of the boy's repetition why it was so low. But after that, he returned again to rest in the room.

“It looks like I told you first. The brain of a poor child is more diluted than that of a rich child, ” Zara's inner self thinks so. It's not absolute, but it's likely to happen. Because children are less able to be more driven by their spirit than children of rich people who are more able to do everything with the money they have.

Two hours passed. The sleepiness starts to attack. But the longing and pride because it has been owned, making him first open the door of the closet that stored the memory jacket there.

“Worn to sleep like good, nih.”

Zara wore it, then lay down while staring at the ring that had just been coiled on her ring finger.

“I've never felt this valuable. Thank you Mami .. your eyes are more observant, your heart is more taste.”

...•••...

Same thing happened at Cici Rusady's house. He was also recently proposed by someone, Ilham Nur Fasad. The two have even set a wedding date that will be done in about two weeks.

“Your daughter will definitely cry hard, heartbroken and frustrated after hearing I'm getting married again. Especially with his best friend all this time. And that's when you'll beg me to save your daughter, Miss Miranda,” muttered Fasad staring hatefully as if facing the woman, “but unfortunately, he looked at her, I refuse and you will cry blood.”

Initially, there was no intention of her to intend petty. But Fasad thought this light punishment was more than enough to avenge him. Given, Zara doesn't deserve to hurt her even worse because of her kindness all along.

However and whatever happened between them, Fasad will never forget that Zara often held out her hand in difficult times. Especially financially.

“You haven't answered me...” Cici.

“You know for yourself, don't you? I'm not doing anything.”

“Ya, answer dong. Don't be silent.”

“This is answered. Where's the fault?”

“So I was wrong?”

“There was, indeed, my words earlier that blamed you?”

Cici. The woman then pulled her man into the room. Besides being thirsty, they think, today needs to celebrate love.

The act of crossing this line has been done several times. But only once did they do it in this house. Usually Cici was the one who followed him to Bandung.

Therefore, Cici could hardly believe that the man next to her had once been a half-baked man.

And here they are. Cici's new home that they plan to occupy after marriage.

“What will your family not ask you?” Cici intended to ask the Fasad family in the middle of their romance session.

“My mom never looked for me, since I was a teenager I lived freely,” she replied.

While the Cici family itself does not care much. Because in addition to being orphaned, his brothers have their own family and different homes. They had attended Cici's application today, but after that, they immediately left again.

“Two weeks away...” Cici.

“Besok no problem.”

“You sure?”

“Sure.”

This is not meant. But for sure, they have started to prepare everything. Starting from correspondence, wedding clothes, dowry, to catering and decoration.

•••

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