Hijrah Love Casanova
Not the Same As Seen.

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...HAPPY READING'S......

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"Thank you, Mr. Zayn," said the company's director.

"Together, Mr. Ali. I hope this cooperation will continue to be well established like this," said Zayn received a helping hand from Mr. Ali who is about forty years old.

This is not their first time cooperation. But for the umpteenth time that always goes very well and mutually beneficial.

"God willing. Hopefully it will always be smooth and there are no obstacles of anything," he replied praying.

"Amin ya robbal alamin! Hopefully," Zayn's guaranteed. Since I emigrated. When there is good speech, Zayn always assures not as he once only answered. Hope so.

"Then we say it first. Eums... You seem to have another meeting" guess Ali saw Zayn checking his phone for the umpteenth time.

"Agh! Yeah, fine. I was waiting for someone again. So you can meet here,"

"Haa.. huh. okay-okay! Then I'm first. Until we meet again

Assalamualaikum," laughed Mr. Ali while shaking Zayn's hand. Followed by Secretary Pak Ali. Erin Zayn's secretary didn't come, because there's a job in the company that needs to be done today. So Zayn set out on his own.

"Yes sir, be careful on the road. Waalaikum salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied Zayn had again sat as before while checking his phone.

Ting!

💌 Raisa : "I just got to the Mall. Where are you?" not to mention Zayn sending a message to his former lover. The woman sent him a message first.

💌 Zayn : "I'm in a fifth-floor restaurant," Zayn replied briefly. After that he chose to listen to the lecture from his mobile phone.

Yeah, now when there's no work. Zayn would rather spend his time listening to lectures about being a good husband.

"Agh! Why is she so stiff," complained Raisa walking towards the elevator that would take her to the fifth floor.

"Zayn, I know that you still love me. So far, I have no lover either. Now I've come to live with you again. I'm really sorry that I cheated on that jerk" Raisa muttered while inside.

After the elevator door opened the woman immediately looked for the location of the restaurant where Zayn was waiting for her.

Ttttddd!

Ttttddd!

📱 Raisa : "Zy, where are you? I was at the restaurant. Aghs! L saw you. I'm there now," before Zayn says anything. Raisa hangs up because she has seen Zayn sitting by the glass window.

"Astagfirullah, astaghfirullah, astagfirullah hal Azim. Oh Allah. I surrender to you. Please help me to calm down." Zayn muttered with a pounding heart as soon as she heard Raisa's voice from the phone.

They have not met and met face to face. However, a sense of uncertainty had already engulfed his heart. Zayn continued to call upon the name of Allah.

The deg!

Their eyes met immediately. Zayn's heart immediately beat as soon as he saw the face of his former lover.

However, this is not because of falling in love. Or because she still loves Raisa. Except the pain he used to feel. Today the wound is open again.

"Sit down! I don't have much time" Zayn said, not accepting Raisa's helping hand, making her smile awkwardly. She thought that Zayn was like that because he was still disappointed in her.

"Yes, thank you," Raisa sat in front of Zayn and continued to look at his face that looked even more handsome than before

"Say, what do you want to say?" Zayn just go straight without making small talk.

"Zy, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry I betrayed you. However, all that I did was--"

"If you want to say sorry. I've forgiven you. So don't waste my time on unimportant things" Zayn said, keeping his phone in his pocket.

But he did not want to look at Raisa whose eyes had been reminisced by tears.

"Zy, know I did it all because I had to. My father owed him a debt and if we can't pay that debt. Then my parents will be put in jail" Raisa finally cried as she began to give an explanation.

"What debt do you mean?" zayn finally looked at Raisa. Even after that throw away the direction of his eyes again.

"My father owes a debt to the Hadwan family. If we can't pay for it then our house and my parents will go to jail because that's the deal. However, if I want to go to their son, so the debt will be paid off. But I don't want to,"

"Ck, if you don't want to why can't you sleep? Do you think I'm stupid," Zayn began to pester.

"Zy, please listen to me tell you a story first. I did. However, it was due to being forced, not of my own volition. You know for yourself how I love you. Wha--"

"Rai, stop. Between us it is over. I didn't meet you to listen to your explanation. But just wanted to say, stop calling me or sending food to the company. If you keep doing it, then don't blame me for going to the police, because you've disturbed my order, '" Zayn interrupted again.

"Zy, please listen to me first. I deeply regret everything," Raisa immediately stood up and suddenly hugged Zayn's still-sitting body.

"Zy, please forgive me. I know you're just disappointed in me. I love you so much, so please--"

"Mas Zayn" said Fira, who happened to be sitting at the table next to Zayn and Raisa. Yes, Fira and Yuni who had finished buying the book were directly looking for the restaurant since they both had already missed the lunch hour.

But who would have thought if he would meet Zayn who was hugged by a sexy woman. Although he could not see his face. However, Fira could guess that the woman must be very beautiful. Seen from his posture.

"Fi-fira!" zayn exclaimed with fusillade eyes and pushed Raisa's body roughly away from her. Once detached Zayn immediately stood up and approached Fira and said.

"Fira, please don't misunderstand me. It's not the same as you think. Mas didn't do anything. It's just--"

"Zy, who is he?" asked Raisa whose eyes were still wet with tears. "Zayn, who's this girl? Are--"

"Be quiet! Why are you so presumptuous to hug and touch my hand," Zayn jolted violently Raisa's hand that held her hand again.

"Mas, is it here too?" another one spoken by Zayn. And the other thing Fira talked about. However, her beautiful eyes continued to look at Raisa who came to see her like an enemy.

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