Heaven on lara
Chapters 14. Precious

Zoya looked at the red rose in her hand. Zoya blinked her eyes repeatedly to awaken herself from the sense of being ... I don't know.

Then, Zoya stared at the table with a red sheet of money. Zoya patted her eel. 'Didn't I say free? Why would he pay? Where am I in the flower. Mas Zada where ever this, ' Zoya shook her head several times so as not to be fooled by the handsome Police sir.

'I said handsome, huh? Yeah, he's real handsome. Anyone would say the same thing, Zoya continued to monologue. His mind was filled with questions about Zaky's purpose in giving him flowers. 'Don't think, Zoya.'

*

The morning returned before and woke the inhabitants of the earth to immediately move and run the routine. Zoya is no exception. He got up early in the morning to perform the tahajud prayer.

The goal is to get calm and guidance from Allah SWT. For some reason, Zaky's advice was so imprinted on his memory. Saying that, Zoya must involve God every time she makes a decision.

And Zaky's advice is true. If we want to ask the heart, we must first ask the Owner of the Heart.

After a long prayer, Zoya heard the sound of dawn. Zoya did not immediately perform the morning prayer but listened to the prayer and recited it after muazdin said.

After the ahan is finished, Zoya recites the prayer after the azaan. "Allahumma rabba haadzihid da'watit taammah. Wash shalaatil qaa. Aati muhammadal wasiilata wal fadhiilah, wab'atshu maqoomam mahmudal ladzii wa'adtahu innaka la tukhliful mi'ad".

When she finished, Zoya continued to pray as she wished. Praying after the Azaan is a prayer that will not be rejected.

{"Verily the prayer that is not rejected is the prayer between adhan and iqomah, then pray (at that time)", (HR Ahmad).}

Zoya knew enough mustajab times to pray. There are three times, namely, prayer between azan and iqomah, prayer when it rains, and prayer at the last prostration in prayer.

Zoya is trying to do it. After the prayer was over, Zoya performed her Fajr prayer.

The time is 05:30. Zoya rushes down to take a walk outside and look for breakfast. Because he doesn't work in an office, any day is the same. There's no weekend for Zoya.

For Zoya, all day is a weekend for her. Zoya chuckles to herself remembering it.

The air in the morning is still very fresh sweeping the white skin of Zoya. Zoya breathes as much air as possible as if there will be no more fresh air tomorrow.

After a long walk, Zoya decides to take a break at a nearby park. Lots of visitors who come for a morning run and a leisurely walk on the weekend.

Zoya's gaze circulated and saw the chicken porridge cart not far from her. Zoya reached into her training pants to make sure that she was carrying the money. Once convinced, Zoya approaches the porridge maker to order a bowl of porridge as her breakfast.

Lately, Zoya likes to eat chicken porridge. Zoya stroked her flat stomach. 'Looks, you really like porridge huh, honey?' zoya asked as if talking to her son who was still in the womb.

Zoya smiled miris. She feels free to have a husband but never pays attention to Zoya. 'Perhaps, Zada was busy watching his second wife, ' Zoya grumbled.

"Sir, order the porridge with one angel tea yes ...." Zoya ordered her food when she was in front of the big brother.

After the porridgeer answered yes and said the total amount, Zoya hurried to pay and sat not far from the porridge maker. Zoya sits on the ground covered in Japanese grass.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma'am Zoya ... We meet again" said someone from the side. Zoya looks up and finds Zaky standing next to her. "Greetings, Mr. Zaky." replied Zoya smiling warmly.

"May you sit next door, Zoya?" Zaky asks for permission first before sitting himself next to Zoya. Zoya smiled and nodded allowing.

"Kok yourself, sir? Where's wife?" ask Zoya who is starting to get along. Zoya is also confused on herself. He is kind of a person who is not easily familiar with new people. But, with Zaky it feels different. Zoya is easy to get along with and can tell her personal problems so freely.

As if, Zaky has a special attraction and Zoya feels, Zaky is a good listener.

Zaky smiled, his gaze looking forward. "My wife died a year ago while giving birth to our child" Zaky replied.

"No problem. I have accepted it. I am sure that whatever God has set for me is the most appropriate and most beneficial for me" Zaky said, looking at Zoya from the side.

Zoya stared back and asked again. "Then, where's your son?" ask Zoya carefully. Zaky turned his gaze forward as if he was looking far away. "He also went with the Mother to His Heaven" replied Zaky smiling faintly.

Deg.

Zoya was completely shocked as well as amazed. The man next to him was a strong man. Zoya is also amazed at the struggle of a mother to conceive and give birth to her children to bet their lives. Zoya reflexively holds her belly which has her future unborn child.

'May you be well, dear. Mother also wants to be healthy so that she can take care of you, Zoya's mind as if she can feel what it feels like to fight for the sake of the baby.

"Patience to you, sir. I know, patience is not easy and not necessarily I can live it. Innallahama'ashobirin," Zoya gives a smile of her spirit hoping to transmit her spirit to Zaky.

Zaky smiled and nodded. "It seems, we're talking too formally. And I feel like there is a limit if we talk too formally" Zaky chuckled softly.

Zoya also chuckled while covering her mouth. And for some reason, it looked so pretty in Zaky's eyes. Zaky was stunned with Zoya's sweet smile. Zaky until he didn't blink. Zoya stopped chuckling as Zaky stared at her so intensely.

"Ehem. Sorry to bother you, this is the porridge, Ma'am," said the brother of the porridge maker resuscitated the two.

Both of them flinched and moved wrongly. "Eh! Yes, Bang. Thanks yeah,"

After the porridgeist leaves, Zoya sneaks a glance at Zaky. "Sir Zaky didn't eat?" zoya asked without looking at Zaky. Zaky cleared his throat to relieve his nervousness. " Ahem. I already ordered it. Stay waiting in between here," replied Zaky trying to act ordinary.

Zoya starts enjoying her porridge. Not too long later, Zaky's porridge also came. The two dissolve in each other's food until Zoya remembers something about Zaky and chooses to ask the person directly.

"Sir Zaky?" call Zoya politely.

Zaky raised his face and lowered his eyebrows. Zoya just smelled her smile feeling wrong. 'Oh, what the hell, I. It's so strange" Zoya grumbled in her heart.

"The flower of yesterday was ...."

"Two yellow roses I put on top of the wife's belly button, the other on top of my son's belly button. And for that red rose for you, I purposely love you because Zoya's sister is too precious to waste,"

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