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CHAPTER 9: The Night of the Dawn

Zaidan was not less alert, immediately petrified Mr. Aslam who had first run after. Thanks to the swiftness of Mr. Tata and Mr. Aslam, the man was caught. Mr. Zaidan immediately called the police, after securing the intruder into a security post.

Shortly after, the police arrived and took him away, followed by one of the guards. To give evidence.

"Sorry sir, I haven't reported yet."

"Yes ... If possible if there is a strange incident immediately call me. This time I forgive." Answer Zaidan beaver.

Then Zaidan left Mr. Aslam alone at the security post, with his guilt. Luckily Zaidan already knew from the cctv he installed around his house. Directly connected to the phone.

He deliberately invited the security guard to gather at this time, one of which was to check for his own home security. Because he's seen a bad shake since last afternoon.

Restlessly he headed home. His mind was looking around and guessing, who had disturbed his life. Why know his whereabouts. Has anyone been following him all along. Then who?

Ah ...  May this be the first clue as to who the mastermind of his wife's murder is. And the motive behind the event. He won't calm down until the killer's caught.

If it wasn't for Anya still sleeping.

I want him to go straight to the police station. Watching the police interrogate the intruder with their own eyes. So that he immediately knew, why to patronize his house. Someone told him to.

All those questions swirled around in Zaidan's head. It is not uncommon to make Zaidan weak. Only to those who dwell in the sky, he puts all the burdens on his shoulders. Everything without rest. About Anya, about her wife and everything.

Then he went into the workroom. And preoccupy yourself with delayed work. Until late was not felt. The clock's needle clinks, sounds pretty obvious, in the middle of the night. Marking 00:00 exactly, only then Zaidan turned off his office lamp. Walk towards her daughter's room. After first washing his face and toothbrush in his private room.

He looked at his daughter's face with a smile. Gently caressed. Blast the crown with prayer. Then he headed towards the sofa that was on the side of the bed.  He stretched his body which felt very tired. Shortly thereafter, a snoring sound was heard. Signs he's already in dreamland.

Right at 03:00 in the morning Zaidan woke up. Then he saw his little daughter who was still fast asleep with a smile on her back. There was a cheerfulness on his tiny face. It was like enjoying a beautiful dream. The blanket was slightly open. Smiling anywhere. Then tidying the blanket slowly, so as not to disturb his daughter's sleep.

With a sigh he came out. Then clean yourself up perfectly. As well as taking ablution water to complete sanctification. Towards Anya's room. And held a prayer mat on the side of the bed. Perform tahajud prayers.

The silence of the night. Takbir as a beginning. Stand up, ruku', bow down quietly. Adorn obedience. Ends with greetings.

Uncovering the longing for the Creator. Putting out what feels. In a hum of praise, hope and do"a.

Favors felt. Tear drops. Spill in meeting the almighty and the loving. In usury. Steady to admit weakness. There is no power to lift the body without His power.

On both arms the load felt light in the jolt of the messenger's wings. Eliminate worry and fear in the soul. Change the serenity of pervading the heart to guide the mind across happy wishful thinking. Do not write a poem on the thread of prayer that he said.

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The shadow of the past snarled nestapa

The sorrow is still felt now

To me, to my innocent daughter

Real carving in the expanse of his wishful thinking

Dinda ...

The shadow of your face flashed in prayer

I present to the one who binds the soul

The blessing of love will come

Expelling the substitute pain

When will I get His lawful

For a moment lips taste

From the All-Knower

Is this an answer

On my old night trip

Please God give me a sign

To want me to be real

My kindness, my daughter

He is in a real bond

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Zaidan fumed until he did not feel the clock ticking had passed from half the way to dawn. Then he moved from his bow. Folding the prayer mat and placing it on the shoulder. Still wearing sarongs and peci, complete with taqwa clothes. Walk through the middle room towards the front yard of the house.

The atmosphere was still dark when he opened the door of the main house. For a moment he was silent, watching the situation in silence. Cold wind felt piercing, penetrating the skin of the ari. Undo the intention of stepping away. Walk the path in the middle of the park. It is visible because of the moonlight. Who appear to sink behind the clouds.

It stopped for a moment when a bat passed by. The fluttering of his wings sounded breaking silently. Until it stops, perch on the rambutan tree. Perched for a moment then went towards the full moonlight. And disappeared. As the white color rises in the eastern horizon. The dawn will appear. Greet nature with stars with a smile. The greatness he felt. Masya Allah .. This is the creation of God.

Zaidan kept going. Seen by him, Mr. Aslam fell asleep at the post. Just scabbed a sheath. Protecting himself from the cold night wind. And the closer it got to the cold dawn the more it felt. And he also curled up succumbing to his creation.

While Mr. Tata sat on the porch of the musholla. It looks clear on his face. Apparently he also enjoyed the night with his honor.

Zaidan walked over to him. Then sit on the right side. Mr. Tata smiled warmly welcome. Then he passed to the post to take a thermos containing coffee and also a glass. Always available to accompany his night. This time it was Rahma who made it. He poured it for his master.

"It's cold tonight, sir."  Sapa Zaidan's.

"Yes." Yeah." Mr. Tata nodded.

"How was that?"

"He's still quiet."

"Then?"

"Not been able to explain anything."

Zaidan's face was angry and disappointed.

"But I also reported the incident earlier this afternoon. It seems they recognize the person."

"The development of my wife's case?"

"Tomorrow you are asked to come, if you can with your father's daughter."

"Cannot be. He was a kid. What necessary?"

"Who knows sir."

Mr. Tata is a person who understands very well about Zaidan and his family. The Hendiyana family, the family that adopted Zaidan from the orphanage. Since the age of 4 years. Until he knows the character of his master. Soft but firm and hardworking.

A lot of company is not the legacy of his adoptive parents. But purely from his hard work so far. Since he was a teenager, he has started his own business. Especially since the S3.

He is getting more mature in managing the company. It is fast forward and has many branches.

Zaidan has great respect for Mr. Tata. Who has been nurturing her since childhood. And Mr. Tata is very loyal to the Hendiyana family. At that time the Hendiyana family decided to settle in Singapore. He decided to join Zaidan as a security guard.