Hazimah and Aqlan
About Zain

Currently Zimah is in a room in the ndalem, a privacy room that no one should enter except with the permission of the ndalem family.

Zimah sat down beside her husband, staring at Zain who was sitting in front of them who blocked the round table in their midst.

"Answer brother Zain, why as long as brother here you do not want to meet brother, even though brother has told you, if brother will love the husband of brother, is there a wrong sister with you. So that makes you reluctant to meet brother?." Zimah looked at Zain sad and disappointed.

Zain looked down unable to see the disappointed look of his older brother.

"Jawab Zain." Zimah's orders were firm

Aqlan was silent without intervening in the matter of his wife and sister-in-law.

"Color Zain is not sister."

Zimah was surprised to look at Zain who was staring back at him, the empty eyes made Zimah's heart hurt to see him.

"Who said, you're Zain's brother's sister" Zimah asserted

"Did you remember the words of uncle before Ijab qobul brother and gus Aqlan.?"

Zimah nodded

Aqlan remained silent.

"Uncle says no one can be sister's guardian except uncle." Zain drew and breathed his breath slowly. "I'm a foster child.

Zimah was shocked again, shaking in disbelief at Zain's words.

" Sister will call uncle, uncle must be lying, from the past uncle and family do not like us, they always fall on our mentality, including mentak brother."

Zimah's words were full of emotion her gaze dashed a deep wound, Aqlan who realized directly grasping the wife's hand to calm down right.

"Istighfar" said Aqlan half-whispered

Zimah closed both her eyes following the orders of her husband.

"Yesterday I also thought that, I could not believe, because the late father and Almarhumah mother never differentiated me and his other siblings."

Zimah justifies what Zain said, since his parents were always fair to them, until the end of his second life.

"I was raised as a baby when my mother gave birth to Lisa, mother said if I and lia twins" explained Zain staring at the brother alone.

"Do you just believe?"

Zain nodded weakly.

"Dinda's color justifies her" Zain said in a raucous voice, holding back a cry

Zimah shook her head in frustration, she really couldn't believe what she had just heard.

Aqlan rubbed his wife's shoulders, he was also surprised to hear the truth that had become a question in his mind yesterday, why the uncle of his wife was so determined to marry him and Zimah soon, he said, although on his contract day, Zain offered to become Zimah's guardian but was refused, he was angry and immediately invited Zain to the family room.

Aqlan and her family were left, and Zain was back before them with a gloomy face and a blank look.

Zimah got up from her seat, stepped over to Zain, and sat down, directly hugging Zain, Zimah sobbing in Zain's arms.

"Sister does not care if you are the adoptive child of father and mother or not, which you should know, you are still sister, brother's favorite, sister's hero, sister's hero, we are brought up with the same affection of father and mother, in you flow the same as brother, lia, and icha." Zimah rubbed Zain's cheeks gently staring into her sister's eyes that looked slumped.

The tears that Zain had sustained finally collapsed when he heard Zimah's sincere words.

Zain nodded with a smile

"Thank you brother."

Zimah smiled

"So don't want you to stay away from big brother like yesterday." Zimah recalled, Zain nodded.

"Now you go back to the pesantren, don't think about this problem, just assume you've never heard of it." pinta Zimah

"Zain turned back, brother, gus, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam"

After hearing the answers from his older brother and teacher, Zain immediately stepped out.

Zimah looked at the departure of her sister sadly, she knew it was not easy for Zain to forget this truth, Zimah felt the sadness of his sister.

"Why can this be" Zimah said staring at her husband

Aqlan silently looked at his wife.

"Why uncle told Zain, if you want to tell me this secret, just tell me, not Zain, so I can close these secret meetings." Zimah let out her grunts, staring at Aqlan softly.

Aqlan approached and sat down next to his wife, embracing her chaotic-looking wife.

"Whether you keep it will be discovered, it is better for Zain to know now, rather than later, which will make it even more devastating." Aqlan's advice

Zimah silently heard her while holding back her cries

"If you want to cry, just cry, don't hold it."

Zimah spilled her tears immediately hugging Aqlan, this truth made her remember the massalu, when there were still her parents, from happy to down, from down, from having everything to having nothing, and they stay together to get the same affection even though away from everyone who used to think they exist.

"Our task is now to embrace Zain so as not to remember his sadness" said Aqlan because he heard the sound of his wife's crying had subsided.

Zimah raised her head to look at Aqlan and nodded.

"Thank you" Zimah smiled

"Sama-sama" replied Aqlan and kissed his wife's forehead.

Zimah closed her eyes, enjoying her husband's soothing touch.

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"Assalamu'alaikum warohmatullah"

Aqlan said his greetings twice turning to the right and to the left after he rubbed his face with both hands, then turned his body to face his wife.

Aqlan stretched out her right hand and in Zimah's acceptance, Zimah kissed her husband's hand solemnly.

They recite and pray after prayers.

"Now we're paying ya'." take Aqlan

Zimah nodded then stood up taking the qur'an and the small table.

Zimah sat before Aqlan like a student who wanted to learn.

"Mas wants to hear you pay a salary." Zimah nodded doubtfully and gerogi, because this was the first time he taught in front of Aqlan.

"I'm ashamed I'll have a lot of wrong." Zimah looked at Aqlan

"If it's wrong, dear."

Not calm, Zimah even more gerogi hear the sweet words of Aqlan soft.

Zimah began to recite the Qur'an with Aqlan who heard the occasional rebound of his wife's erroneous recitation.

Aqlan pinched his wife's nose slowly.

"Good reading from you." praise Aqlan

Zimah smiled shyly.