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Mas Ilham's....

Losing taste. We all eat too hard. However, inevitably, for the sake of health and not being cruel to ourselves, we must swallow the food that is in front of us. Mas Ilham and Mas Farid can act wisely for this. We were invited to a restaurant, they ordered food, and told us to devour everything they ordered. Can't be redundant. Mas Ilham also ordered food for Bulik Sulastri and we will take it to the police station.

After meeting Bulik Sulastri, Mas Farid explained to him what had happened to Laili. In his grief, Bulik asked us to immediately bring the two girls to Rembang. Bulik also left a letter for Abi to me, and asked me also to look after the two girls. In the meeting also Mas Ilham said that he wanted to help find a lawyer for Bulik, as well as to demand the maximum possible punishment for Mr. Sobirin. However, the boy refused. He doesn't want to trouble me any more. He said, We want to take care of Laila and Laili, feed him and shelter, and send them to school, that's more than enough. He doesn't want to trouble more. While I can't say anything, supporting Mas Ilham, means that I also made it even more troublesome. Not supporting him, which means I don't support Bulik Sulastri's help. So, yeah, I'll just shut up. Bulik refused, which means that's what he wanted. And I try to assume that that is the best destiny outlined by the Almighty. That is what He wills.

But my conscience cannot lie. I feel like I can't do my best to Bulik Sulastri. But, how come, as a person who is not from the upper class, my savings cannot be enough to hire a lawyer. Want to ask for help from the Legal Aid Institute there will still be a cost, at least transportation for us when we have to go back and forth to Solo when there is a trial schedule. Asking Abi for a fee also felt like I couldn't afford it. Abi had to pay for Laila and Laili's school. Abi also has responsibilities towards both his wife and children who are still small, especially his second wife is pregnant and will give birth. Abi must set aside special funds for the cost of labor and this cost is for the baby.

Yeah, even though I was upset about the pregnancy, Abi was old and deserved a grandchild and had a baby, but I couldn't do anything about it. The baby has the right to live, not to mention from the point of view that it is a gift from the Creator, I am increasingly unable to dwell.

Actually, I could have said that it wasn't my problem, it wasn't my concern, and it wasn't my responsibility. But conscience cannot say that. In my helplessness, I could only shut up. Since after returning from the police station, then we returned to Mr. Sobirin's house to take the items we had packed, I became a figure who lost the passion of life, he said, although I tried to make everything okay, trying to be cheerful in front of everyone, especially in front of Laila and Laili, but in my mind and mind there was still something stuck, it doesn't feel plong. Especially when I remember Mr. Sobirin, whether he will get the punishment that is as fair as our expectations, or not - my heart becomes miserable.

Since coming home from Solo, it's been hard to control my heart back to how it was. I'm mumet. Felt a failure in every effort I could not fight for the fate of Bulik Sulastri and fight for justice against Laili. Remembering my defeat, and remembering the depraved behavior of Mr. Sobirin, and remembering the hardness of the heart of Ms. Ambar, I wanted to scream, to curse, to want to vent my anger at every annoying thing.

And, because of the burden of that thought, I did not focus on my wedding plans. It is not an event that will be held on a large scale, but still, many things must be prepared and taken care of. Although all costs are borne by Mas Ilham, but they still want to involve me in many things, not least in the affairs of our wedding organizer and wedding dress. I don't want this much anyway, just want to wear a white dress that expands wide and want Mas Ilham in a white tuxedo, that's enough. For decoration and catering, I do not want to interfere actually, so I just want what Umi and also my future mother-in-law want. And apparently, the people around me realized my condition was less enthusiastic during that first week. They also become worried. But I don't want to be honest. So they just concluded that my mood was down and the bride-to-be was nervous and stressed ahead of the wedding day.

In those days, actually Mas Ilham diligently contacted me via video call. He asked me how I was and how I felt. I told him I was okay. Until finally, right on the day I checked up to the hospital and the doctor allowed me to permanently remove my sling, Mas Ilham who that afternoon accompanied me to the hospital, also asking permission for Umi to take me somewhere.

"Where?" my many.

But Mas Ilham still wanted to keep it a secret. He just said that he wanted to take me to a place that would hopefully make me happy again. And finally, we got somewhere, Mas Ilham stopped his car. "It's coming soon" he said. "But.. mind not if I close your eyes?"

"Eh? Wh-wh-what for? If my eyes are closed and I don't know where you're taking me...."

Mas Ilham glared with a frown. "What?" the question is spontaneous, a bit loud but more to the tune of wonder. "Don't think things, dong...! You think I'm gonna do anything about you? Hm? Or are you the one who is nervous?"

I glared back. "About!" I said no less hard. "If I digrep, why go all the way? Just here. Come on!"

Reflex, I stick out his sticky tongue. "You're not crazy, are you?"

Oh, my God. I was shocked. Gasped. Mas Ilham brought his face closer to me and practically I became tense. "Sori, I'm just kidding, Mas. I wasn't...."

He shook his head slowly, looked at me closely, and horrified me.

"Don't test my faith, Zahra," for the first time she spoke so softly and so close in front of my face, even a warm puff of her breath stroked my cheek that it might be blushing, it might as well turn pale, because of my ungodly feelings. I don't know.

I'm gasped. "Mas.. i... I...."

"Don't test my faith. You have no idea how much I want you, how much I adore and crave you, Zahra."

Amusedly. I giggled, and increasingly wanted to tease her. "You poetic pretentious, romantic snobs! Amused, know...!"

"Whatever you say. Who must be patient. It won't be long. Just two weeks. Fifteen days of waiting. You, and I, will be us."

I frowned. "Not funny, you know! Get out of the way.You're making me cringe, Mas...."

But he's crazy. He's getting closer to me. While grinning widely, he said, "O huh? Tell me you refused this close to me. Say, Zahra."

Euw.. no funnyuuu...! I had to hold myself back desperately so as not to stare at her brewpub.

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