Hazimah and Aqlan
Aqlan just found out

Aqlan opened the room door slowly so as not to raise a sound, she saw her wife lying on her back to the door, stepping slowly through the bed next to her wife.

"Zimah." call Aqlan softly

There's no answer.

"Keep you haven't slept."

Still no reply.

"Nice brings a feeling of hate before going to bed, let alone the same bik Dinda who has been caring for you with her affection."

Aqlan's gentle advice succeeded in making Zimah open her eyes, and sit facing her husband.

Aqlan smiled.

"Zimah doesn't hate Dinda mas"

"Zimah is disappointed and sad, why make Dinda not tell Zimah first"

"Even though Zimah and Zain were not siblings, but we grew up with the same love, Zimah could feel Zain's sadness, she must have thought, where her parents were, she said, why was he adopted by father and mother."

Aqlan heard his wife's unek-unek.

"Bik Dinda didn't tell you for sure because of his promise to father and mother."

"Don't be reckless about doing things, don't make decisions when you're emotional."

Zimah draws and blows his breath slowly, to calm himself. What her husband said was right.

"Now you meet Dinda's sister."

Zimah nodded.

"So that made Dinda sad to see you like that, he said it was the first time you were like that with him."

Zimah silently remembered her behavior earlier, not as usual she was like that.

"Zimah doesn't know either. Lately Zimah is easily sensitive, irritable, irritable." Zimah grimaced considering his behavior lately, he seemed not to recognize himself, which he used to always be able to master himself.

"Maybe you have a lot of thoughts." Aqlan summarized what he knew

Zimah nodded

"Yes. Especially lately a lot of unexpected things." Zimah gave her husband's opinion.

Aqlan held the head of his wife, and rubbed her thumb.

"From today don't think much of it, you should share the same mas, don't face all of it alone." Aqlan's hope for the good of his wife.

Zimah smiled, grateful to be the wife of the man who loved her.

"Now you meet Dinda's mas buddy."

Zimah nodded then got out of her bed and came out of the room with her husband.

Zimah looked at the door of the room in front of her and looked at Aqlan who was standing beside her.

Aqlan who understood the agility of his wife nodded.

Zimah braved herself knocking on her aunt's bedroom door.

𝘛𝘰𝘬, 𝘛𝘰𝘬, 𝘛𝘰𝘬, 𝘛𝘰𝘬

"Assalamu'alaikum, bik" said Zimah calling his aunt slowly

"Wa'alaikumussalam, a minute."

"What's up Zimah."

Zimah didn't answer he was throwing away his aunt's hug.

"Sorry Zimah, I don't know why Zimah is sensitive, Zimah didn't mean to be angry with aunt." Zimah held tight to the aunt.

"Yes. Aunty sorry, aunt knows how you feel." make Dinda take off their arms, she holds her niece's shoulders and stares gently.

"Luckily it was in the same nasehatin mas Aqlan" Zimah looked at her husband.

Bik Dinda looked at Aqlan with gratitude, like saying thank you.

Aqlan who understood only nodded small.

"you are sleeping now."

Zimah nods to her aunt's hand, and steps away with her husband.

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Aqlan and Zimah walked hand in hand, along their journey by the river, many pairs of eyes were staring at them, not imaginary because of the face of those who stole the attention.

"Harith's Ustadz?" greet one of the enthusiastic women, whose age range is like his wife.

"Yes?" Suppose that Aqlan returned the greeting from the woman.

"Well, this isn't Zimah?" said the woman was surprised.

Zimah's forehead shriveled, thinking who this woman in front of her was.

"Yes, I'm Zimah" said Zimah gently, her hallmark.

"I didn't expect you, it turns out that the owner of the famous restaurant is you, I just knew yesterday, on the tv show that you were present, I watched you loh." the story is enthusiastic

Zimah smiled, confused as to what to respond.

"Thank you" Zimah replied.

"Do you not know me?"

Zimah.

"You're arrogant, you're already successful, so rich people, don't remember what the origin was." cerocosnya

Zimah was silent, confused as to what to respond to, she really did not remember this woman in front of her. Zimah looked at Aqlan beside her, parading right through her eyes, saying if she was confused.

"I'm sorry, my wife really doesn't know you" Aqlan said.

"So really ustadz Harith married Zimah?, I guess it's just the issues in the sosmed." instead he replied, the woman asked the truth that had been seen and heard.

"Yes. Zimah my wife." sounded loud and firm from the voice of Aqlan, until the people who had seen them from afar, now approached and swarmed the three of them.

"Ustadz Harith really want the same Zimah, she's a career woman, a businesswoman, certainly not much time for her husband, why not look for the like ustadz aja? equally preach." chirped one of the middle-aged women from the crowd

𝐿𝑎𝑔𝑖?. 𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖 𝑏𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠? 𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑝𝑎 𝑠𝑖ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑎ℎ 𝑛𝑦𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑎ℎ 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑧?.

Zimah sighed softly, she could only monologue inwardly.

"Do you know about me?" Zimah flattened his face, he was like a dejavu in a situation like this

"And you" pointed Zimah at the first woman who recognized him. "I don't know you" Zimah said firmly.

Aqlan, from that day put on a flat face, he was often faced with by people, but not this kind of situation.

"I'm Rini your best friend" mentioned her name by looking at Zimah in annoyance.

Zimah's face grew flat when he heard the name of one of the people in his past.

"Luckily I always refused if you were begging me, now look, you become arrogant" he said criticizing Zimah with song

"I am very grateful, you always refused, even did not hesitate to insult me, embarrassed me, trampled my self-esteem in front of the public, he said, so now I don't have to bother to return the favor to People, who claim to be Sa.ha.bat. In happy times, and become foreign can even be said to be the enemy in the time of Sa.ha.bat

his own." said Zimah pressing down on every word friend, Zimah's voice cold his eyes dousing disappointment at Rini.

Rini stiffened hearing the words of the woman who had once been her best friend.

Everyone was silent wrongly at hearing the words of the woman who used to be weak, unlike now hearing and staring at her face, making them shrivel.

Aqlan looked at his wife sadly, lately many unexpected things that he knew about his wife's life, later what else will he know about his wife's time?.

"𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖 𝑎𝑝𝑎 𝑘𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑝𝑎𝑛 𝑘𝑎𝑚𝑢 𝑑𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑙𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑔?"