Gannaya, My Adore
GMA 2: Love IS

Assalammualaikum guys, may always be healthy huh, aamiin. I have a new story inpo that I put in a free reading place that is in F I Z Z O.

the title is LOVES IN COVID 19, can find the title and search my name there (MEGADISCHA) or DM to my Instagram @megadischa.

Here's Blurb and Chapter 1.

About the triumvirate who is struggling to organize his romance in the 19th covid period.

When they feel deadlocked,

When they feel there is no hope or choice. And decide the word want to give up, where to feel that the choice goes is the most reasonable thing.

However, they forget a distinctive meaning born of the Owner of the Universe: that no matter how big the waves never jump off the ship.

How are Zila, Gista and Malika able to deal with the bitter situation with their loved ones at a time when the world is not doing well? Can the three get their way home to get back into the best version?

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From the hazel eyes, Azila looked flat and empty at the expanse of catfish owned by the Babe who had stood for decades, and, providing services for his life until he was able to become a health worker that his late mother dreamed of.

Being cool, thinking about the man he used to hate the most but turned into a patch of heart and he had made a part of the heart even though it only lasted for six months, until finally foundered because he prioritizes the happiness of Babe who has been widowed for almost ten years, lowering his gaze to the cellphone screen that he was holding on his lap.

The Adam Is Camming Call.

"Why the hell are you?" grunting in heart with shrunken mimic. He wanted her to lift up to express his longing, but, in fact, only a few tears that quickly he wiped so as not to go down because Babe who was sitting next to his chair was heard will end the phone call with the prospective wife who will be married in two weeks.

"Such a sweet, huh, Beh, want to get married again?" asked Zila smiled behind the wound that was indirectly created by Babe himself for her even though accidentally. He put the phone in his pants, let Adam who was just as frustrated as he was, keep calling on the other side.

"Alhamdulillah Babe twinkling, Son. You're grinning right but?" Babe turned to ask with her typical betawi.

Zila ... Babe's only child, nods confidently. "Seneng dong, Beh."

"Babe is getting married. Unfortunately Babe to you won't change, son."

"When it's easy, what about, Beh? Still a darling too?"

Babe Jaja sighed, while confirming the position of the peci where he likes to put his money on his head even though his position had been tidy. "Your eyes stay in Babe's heart, Zil. It will always be in prayer, Babe."

"More where love Babe to Enyak same Mom Anggun?" actually as a child, Zila already knew the answer, in fact, she very well knew who had been lodged in the recesses of her Babe heart.

"Oh, you, Iah. Will not be replaced until anytime," replied Babe. Although the honesty did not Zila get from the twinkle of his father's eyes. Zila smiled slightly, she knew Babe was just looking to paint a smile on her face. Zila turned to look at the sky, stunned again, as if looking for the shadow of the late Enyak who during marriage can only accept that Babe's love is difficult to bend. Babe and Enyak are married because of an arranged marriage.

"Lu really agreed Babe got married, son?" Babe is not an insensitive old man when he sees Zila a little sad after he proposes to Mother Anggun, his first love that has become five years.

Zila who could only cry in her room and in her beloved car to spill the matter, nodded again. He gave Babe an ocean-wide smile.

"Yes dong, Beh. What matters is Babe's happy."

Babe reached out, stroking Zila's fine, long unraveled hair, light brown, somewhat curly at the end. "May you and Adam be good brothers. You've always wanted to have a big brother."

"Yes, Beh." There was a mouthful of saliva that seemed difficult to come down from the base of the esophagus, until at a glance he rubbed his chest to remove the tightness that back up.

"Said you said yesterday you wanted to know Babe with your boyfriend, who's the guy? Bring it here, know the same, Babe."

"Yes, Beh. Later."

"Later on feeling. Angel, Zil. You're three heads. When did dong give Babe a grandson?"

Zila laughs.

"If her grandson wants to, Beh?" Babe immediately glared sharply and Zila hurriedly ran into the house when Babe was about to throw the peck. "If you say no macem, Zil! Watch out if you're pregnant first, I'm tackling your bird!"

Zila chuckled, looking back again standing in the frame of the back door. "Make a change of clothes, Beh. We're leaving now."

"It's also eight o'clock. Is the Mall open?" today Zila took off her holiday. He had promised to accompany Babe to shop.

"Mall is usually open at nine. Yes, we are leaving from now on. If shopping is still quiet it's good, Beh."

"Oh okay by now." After agreeing to leave now, the two went into their respective rooms to change clothes.

As if man could only plan but God finally decided, Babe walked out of the room with a shocked look when he found his beloved son standing at the door with his lips bent.

"Do you wear a uniform, Zil?"

"Aye was told to come in, Beh. Overtime."

"Astaghfirullah, pegimane anyway?! Aren't you two days off?"

"Regarded, Beh. There's a sick temen. Patients are rapping again a lot."

"The one in the hospital was just you doing the nurse nye? Nothing else is? You're a human, Zila. Not robots!"

"Sorry, ye, Beh. Aye dines tomorrow"

"Ah, no-no! I'm not allowing you to dines today!" Babe paused with his dislike tone. "If you knew you'd be hard-pressed to have time for me. I'm not letting you work, Zila!"

Zila looked at her sad Babe. "Why does Babe Maksain Zila want to be a nurse? It's a risk for gini."

"Year you who want. I'm ogah, I don't want to. I want you to be an architect!"

Zila quickly rushed into Babe's chest, he felt the vibration of Babe's heart that was being dug there as if he was expressing his objections and disappointment. "Babe told Zila. If the highest level of loving someone, when we can mengikhlaskan and accept what is the happiness of the people we care for us to live. Babe and Zila are both fighting for their dreams, Worth it."

Babe who if you remember Enyak is always stranded with regret for feeling failed to be a good husband, I nodded my head. "So the nurse who really made you happy, Zila."

"Yes, Beh. Doain aja." and now Azila again fight for the happiness of the Babe, release Adam.

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"Not overtime till night, Zil. Let me just," said Malika who is concocting drugs into several injections that she will give to patients according to the advice of the Doctor.

Azila who was enjoying the ketoprak brothers she bought on the trip before getting to the hospital shook her head with a full mouth. "You're pregnant, Ima. Strong overtime lu sampe malem?"

With her eyelids twitching, Malika was stunned. He who was in a standing position at the nurse's desk, was in a hurry to sit by holding Zila's arm, looking at her with a thousand questions demanded.

"Shock, yeah, I know you're pregnant?"

"Shh!" Malika suddenly smothered Zila's lips with her palm so that Gistara, their friend, who had been in the bathroom not far from the nurse's desk, did not hear.

"Why do we have secrets? Isn't this good news?" Zila lowered Malika's hand from her lips. Looked objectionable.

"Where do you know?"

"From Babe."

Malika breathed a tired sigh. "Am I the one who told Babe?"

"Hem." again enjoy ketoptrak which has made Malika's saliva to go down. Actually, Zila had called Gista and Malika, offering whether she wanted ketoprak as well. And they say they don't want to. If Gista says he does not want to because he does not need to eat. Different story with Malika who is indeed flirting. This morning, she made breakfast for her husband. Rice at home is not enough if eaten for two people. Until breakfast and lunch he will rapel into one later. Sometimes, Zila also does not want to take the replacement money that his friends offer if he is dropping something. Maybe if Malika was greedy, she would be happy with it. But for him, his friendship with Gista and Zila is no longer just a friendship from High School, but already like a brother. So he did not want to make Zila feel stifled because it was misunderstood by his kindness.

"Why the hell should I hide? If everyone knows you're pregnant" again paused with the head bobble that Malika gave.

"You know Gista just miscarried? I don't want to hurt her heart with this news." Gista's second child had IUFD in eight months of pregnancy.

As if her eyes had just opened, Zila ber oh realized that the reason Malika had a point.

"But it would hurt more if Gista knew of people, Ima. He must be at peace with his problem."

Malika who seemed to understand very well what Gista felt, shook her head again. "It's not that easy, Zil. Gista needs time. Especially now that Mas Gandhi somewhat changed his attitude after Gista miscarried." Gandi felt his hopes were crushed to have a truly perfect child after finding Neva, their first child with a spinal cord disorder, was eight years old.

Zila so no appetite, he who just swallowed the snack with three joints, chose to end.

"You know, you're banished, Mubadzir dong, Zil." Malika prevents Zila from dumping the package of ketoprak into the trash.

"No naps."

"It's for me, here."

"Relatedly? This is my ex. I'm messing around too."

"Nothing. Here, I'm the only one who finished." although embarrassed, Malika was the most taste because she was hungry and felt affectionate with food that can still be enjoyed but thrown away.

"And if you want, I can buy you a new one. Not my ex, Ima."

Malika who was quick to devour the food greedily, smiled while shaking her head. "You are already enjoying it. Thank goodness." Ima is raising money because her son will enter SD next month. He had been warned by his brother not to approve the proposal of a widower who also works as a nurse, one Hospital with the three of them. Because the brother seemed to have thought that Ima would be brought to life destitute by Moses. In fact, even though they were all mediocre, Malika really enjoyed her domestic life with Moses. Who within two years of marriage is only allowed to become pregnant by the Almighty.

"Yes it's over. Healthy, yes, utun," said Zila while rubbing Malika's stomach is still flat.

"Thank you, Onti. Remember, yes, Zil. Don't let it slip to, Gista. Let me tell him later."

"Okeh how good you are, Ma." Zila nodded whatever, he approached the dispenser to grab the water there.

"Again, Neng."

Well, Zila who was drinking and Malika who was eating, both looked at the newly arrived Security Guard who placed the paper bag on the table.

"Two of his dines?" those who know that Pak Satpam is indeed centil, especially to the beautiful Nurse, answer irit. "Third."

"Same, Neng Gista?"

"Yes." Yeah." Zila with a lazy face back sitting in place, he replaced the busy Malika who was preparing medicines for patients.

"Don't asem-asem dong, Neng, his face. It's hard to get a soul mate."

"Sir Kur!" Malika whose lips were wrapped in ketoprak spice as if to silence the man's tongue not to move further. Malika knew very well, Zila who until the age of thirty-one was not married, must be very sensitive to such a sentence.

Zila did not take a headache, said Mr. Kur. "Who's that for?" glanced at the paper bag in a cold tone.

"Make Neng Ima. From his brother."

"My brother?" Malika.

"Yes, Neng."

"Creally here?" because during Malika's marriage to Moses, her number was blocked. Her sister felt, Malika is not the Malika she used to be. It was provoked by Moses. Moses only wanted to keep his wife's aura more closed with the hijab.

"Really, Neng."

With a happy face that was eager to pour longing in his arms to the older brother who was now the only figure he had because both of their parents had died, immediately reached into the paper bag. He found a brucate and an envelope.

"Thank you, yes, Mr. Kur."

"Together, Neng." The flirtatious security guard again passed with eyes glancing passion to Zila.

At first Malika was happy with the contents of the letter stating that her brother was longing, wanted Malika to go to his house and attend the wedding of his son, who was, but the happy face quickly disappeared when he got a pinch of words that immediately damaged his mood at the end of the letter.

"So your brother is still like this, yes, Ma." Zila seemed to embrace the shoulder of Malika who was stunned silent, while squeezing the letter that said that the Brother gave the family clothes only to her and wanted the woman to come alone without Moses.

"Maybe if your sister knows you're pregnant she'll be fine, Ma."

Malika was only able to shake her head slowly with sobs starting to appear. "Udah, no, be patient. Not forever this situation. Your faith is bigger than mine. You can certainly pass this," said Zila who believes that during her marriage to Moses, Malika was much more patient.

"This is Allah, Zil." Malika tries to rearrange her heart by strengthening the smile that looks bitter to be forced firmly plastered. He wiped a tear to re-insert the material into the paper bag.

And in that second, both of them again stunned until a glimpse of shouting when they saw Gistara coming out of the bathroom with his hands already bleeding from razor scratches.

"GISTA!" Zila and Malika stepped quickly, approached and supported her best friend who would soon be lying limp on the floor.

"Lu's crazy, huh?" snapped Zila.

"Why come to this, Gis," said Malika with an anxious and fearful mimic.

In a weakened state, staring at the ceiling-dependent lamp, Gista muttered softly. "Mas Gandi cheated on me."

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