
Night in Sidik's house.
Zayn looks like he's cleaning up his stuff.
“Bang Zayn, what are you doing?” Ask Zara who just finished praying Isya.
“Sedang choose the goods to be brought moved to apartment.” Answer Zayn.
“Oh.” Sahut Zara is short.
He then tidied his face and he also cleaned his things. Because tomorrow morning they will move to their own residence.
After finishing the goods. Zara lay on the bed. As usual, he sleeps alone in bed and Zayn will sleep on the sofa.
“Bang Zayn's. I slept on the sofa a few nights. Does your body not hurt?” Ask Zara innocently.
“If it hurts why? You want to massage my body?” Zayn asked back.
“If it is needed, why not?”
“I don't need. I know you just want to take a chance.”
“Cihh. PD once. Hmph!!” Zara became upset because her good intentions were misinterpreted.
“I'd better sleep. Don't mind him.” Zara said in her heart.
But suddenly he remembered about the incident earlier this afternoon. He was still curious, with whom did Zayn send a message?
This is not the first time Zayn has sent a message on his phone. But for this reason, Zara began to be interested in all the things Zayn did.
“Emm, Zara.” Zayn.
“Iya.” Zara's heart but her body still turned back to Zayn's.
“Siang earlier I got an invitation.”
“Who is married? Your ex?” Ask Zara cynically.
“Hmmm.” Zayn sighed. “Not a wedding invitation.” Further.
“Then what invitation?” Zara looks cute but curiosity churns in her heart.
“Next month there is a tahfidz race in the pesantren where I studied first. Ustadz asked me to be a judge.” Answer Zara.
“Oh, so. Isn't the pesantren also where Om Amir school?”
“Iya. We both went to school in the same boarding school.” Zayn. “Do you want to come?” Ask.
“In shaa Allah.” Answer Zara.
After that the atmosphere became quiet.
“It turns out that this afternoon he discussed this, it is worth looking very focused on his phone.” Zara murmured in her heart.
“Oh yes, one thing you should know. I don't have an ex.” Zayn said suddenly.
Zara did not answer. But in her heart she felt very happy, because she was the first woman for Zayn. Although Zayn has not treated him as his wife. But for Zara it's not bad either if Zayn thinks of her as a sister or friend.
The night has passed.
Adhan dawn reverberate. The two of them perform the morning prayers.
After that, continue tilawah.
At 07:30 wib they both came out of the room for breakfast.
Bi Sri ART Sidik has served food on the table. Zayn and Zara await the arrival of Sidik and Alisya for breakfast together.
“Wah, you guys are neat. What after breakfast go directly?” Ask Sidik.
“It's best so, Bi.” Answer Zayn. “Many items we have to tidy up.” Further.
“True also.” Alisya. “Do you guys need ART? Ummi will find one.” Alisya.
“No, Mi. In shaa Allah we can do it alone.” Answer Zayn.
“Really?” Alisya was not sure. “Zara dear, are you sure you don't need ART?” This time Alisha asked Zara.
“In syaa Allah for now we do not need ART, Bi.” Zara replied with a sweet smile.
“Hmm, definitely because you don't want anything to bother you. Right?” Sidik interrogated.
“Not so, Abi.” Zayn gently denied. “Later if we need ART, I will definitely directly tell Ummi.” Further.
“Alright, but don't take long. Poor Zara, she must not be used to sweeping, mopping, cooking, washing ironing and other household chores.” Alisya.
“True too. Can he do all that himself? Moreover, he still has to go to campus every day.” Zayn murmured in his heart.
“Aibi take it easy. Although Zara is not as good as ART, but In shea Allah Zara can do it a little.” Zara. “What Aunt forgot? Zara used to live in a pesantren for six years with Hulya. We are trained to be independent. Hehehee.” Zara cengenesan's.
“Alright, Aunty believes you can definitely.” Alisya.
After that they focus on spending their breakfast.
Twenty minutes later Zara and Zayn say goodbye to Sidik and Alisya.
They set off after kissing the back of Sidik and Alisya's hands.
The journey takes only fifteen minutes. And they went through it without a stale ado.
Zayn pulled out all the suitcases from the car and took them to the elevator.
“Wah, this is definitely a high-end apartment.” Zara said in her heart. He seemed very satisfied with his new home.
Their apartment is on the third floor, not too high. But the view looks so beautiful.
“Waaaa. Bang Zayn, I give you ten-tenths for this apartment Brother.” Zara sumringah.
The new white walls are painted, making the contents of the apartment look very clean and beautiful.
“Do you bring curtains?” Zayn asked without answering Zara's words just now.
“There. Earlier before leaving Aunt Alisya gave me some very beautiful curtains.” Answer Zara.
“Then what are you waiting for? Quickly install the curtains.” Zayn's orders.
“Good, Mr.” Sahut Zara jutek's.
He hurried to open the bag containing the curtains and sheets.
Zara pulled out white curtains that matched the color of the wall. Then put it in the window.
Then she went to her room and put on pink sheets. After that move to Zayn's room and put up green sheets.
After that he went back into his room and tidied up his clothes, books and other equipment.
Zayn did the same in his room.
After that they both compactly once swept and mopped the floor together. Then tidying the cutlery and cooking utensils in the kitchen.
After they finished, they rested in the living room while turning on the television.
“It turns out that a Young Miss like you can do all this. Not as much as I imagined.” Zayn.
“Unknown then don't know.” Sahut Zara's.
“Hmmm, yes.” Zayn. “What do you want to eat? I'll order food online.” Further.
“Serah Abang only.” Sahut Zara's. “I want to go shower.” Further.
Suddenly Zayn remembered the words of his married friend.
“Bro, it's up to a woman that's the most horror thing in the world. Because of the word ‘terasor’, it could be a third world war. I always misinterpret the word whatever comes out of my wife's mouth, Aiiissshhh.”
“Now I have to how?” Zayn looks confused. “If I get the wrong message later then he sambek how?”
“Ah, the most important message first, if he does not like I will order another again.” Zayn.