Fana Kasih Berahat Gamb
Chapter 1 Proposal

1995 In Central Aceh (Gayo)

The Lake Laut Tawar District

Pedemun Village

"Son... Want to find something how else?"

Said the middle-aged pulmonary woman who was now sitting at the end of the bed staring at her daughter who had been to a number of times rejecting the proposal.

"Ma'af Mommy..." Submissive Zahara, hearing her mother's complaints.

Because this is the third time Zahara refused a proposal from a different man, no matter what he was looking for. Though of the three men were all from fairly well-to-do families, even one of them was a coffee manager who was very rich in the sub-district.

It's not that Zahara doesn't want to get married, she certainly wants to get married like any ordinary woman. But, seeing his mother fight with his father which led to divorce made it difficult for him to open his heart and do a marriage.

Marriage is nothing more than a relationship that brings suffering. His father often beat his mother in front of his own eyes without thinking about how he was mentally and feeling.

His mother never cried or complained to Zahara, with bruised lips and trembling hands her mother continued to hug Zahara tightly using her body to protect her child from the blows that were constantly sliding down her mother's back endlessly.

The shadow of how his mother was treated first made him afraid to start a marriage relationship. She was afraid that her mother would become even more sad if the things she had suffered now befall her daughter again.

His life with his mother was much better, he did not need to get married, he just wanted to be happy there was both his life together in this rickety house with old wood, it was all already much more than enough, Zahara was already happy she was not asking for anything more.

On the one hand, two months ago he had just finished learning the book of ianat - tholibin from a pesantren that he had been living in for 7 years.

For women, studying until this book is more than enough because Zahara chose not to continue teaching again, she wants to accompany her mother. Therefore, Zahara still does not want to get married she will be taken to her husband's house later. Her mother would be alone she could not bear to let her mother be lonely.

Zahara came out of the room to the living room with a simple mat, to clean the former drinking glasses of the guests who were about to propose just now. Hurry to wash it.

At first glance he glanced from behind the hollow wood house found his mother who was plucking one by one kale leaves located behind the house. His mother's back shook violently while plucking one by one the kale with little energy.

Zahara was silent, she knew her mother was crying but preferred to hide from her. With a heart full of guilt, Zahara washed one by one the dishes and glasses in front of him without leaving a voice. Slowly without him realizing there were clear droplets that escaped out wetting his cheeks. Zahara did not care about him, he just continued to do his activities without stopping even though his tears were now more and more flowing.

With breath still panting Zahara headed for the bathroom to wash her face trying to remove the trace of her sadness just now.

"Son" Call Zahara's mom from behind the bathroom door.

Immediately Zahara rushed to meet his mother from the bathroom "Iya Mak" said Zahara.

He saw a fairly large basket held by his mother was already full of kale. Without much question Zahara immediately took over the basket and headed to the bathroom again to wash the kale to make it look fresh when sold later.

Zahara painstakingly washed the kale while tying it with rubber and arranged it neatly on a worn white burlap. No need to wait a long time Zahara is now finished with his activities.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... Zahara" Shouted someone from the front calling out to Zahara.

"Waalaikum greetings... Son" said Zahara's mother while looking at who called

She is Salma, Zahara's best friend from childhood, they finished together from the same boarding school. Every day Salma would come to Zahara's house to go together to the market.

"Zahara" Tegur Salma when he arrived in front of the bathroom.

Zahara looked back at the person who called his name "Salma?! " Zahara was surprised to see Salma standing in front of him astonished to see Salma who was not as usual, his chapter just this time Salma came so quickly than usual.

Still at two in the afternoon, an hour away just to three o'clock, Salma an hour earlier than usual, Zahara looked at Salma with a look of wonder and furrowed his eyebrows question mark.

Salma only smiled sweetly when she saw Zahara's gaze on her

"Still long? " Salma said without answering Zahara's astonishment.

"No really... But how did you grow up so fast? " Tanya Zahara while cleaning the remnants of the ground on the floor from the kale that she cleaned just now.

"There is no... I just want to hurry" said Salma evaded.

"Little you" Zahara laughed a little because she knew Salma was trying to cover something from her.

Salma clucked for a moment because she knew Zahara was the one she could not lie to.

"Yes, you're fast... I want to tell you later in the street" said Salma resigned while twisting the end of her long hijab.

Zahara just laughed back to see the behavior of his best friend this one without saying a word and remained focused on completing his work.

After Zahara was ready with her kale business she rushed to the room to change more rafi clothes.

Zahara was ready to change clothes and found Salma sitting with her mother, no matter what they told her.

Seeing Zahara coming out of Salma's room immediately looked at him and stopped telling stories.

"We go yuk" Take Zahara to Salma.

"Come" said Salma alternately looking at Zahara and Salma's mother while smiling.

Not to forget Zahara approached his mother and shook hands before leaving the house, as well as Salma.

"We go ya Mak" said Zahara as he picked up a black bag that was hung on the board.

"We go buk" said Salma as well as stepping out.

"Yes... Be careful, son" said Mother Zahara gently while smiling faintly at the two of them.

Zahara and Salma stepped out onto two bikes parked beside her house. Salma helped Zahara put one by one kale into the basket located behind the bike carefully without inviting talk to make it faster.

After completion, they began to leave and pedal bicycles to the market to deliver vegetables that they would sell to one vegetable manager by the community often called toke.