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I didn't respond to him. I looked into his eyes deeply to see if he was really serious. He looked at me with pleading eyes, making me unable to ignore him. I touched her cheek with the tip of my hand. He even deliberately put his cheek in my hand, like a child asking for his mother's pet. He doesn't look very well. He's never been like this. Where did he go, to make it like this?

"Please ... read it again .. "he begged me. I'd feel really bad if I didn't follow her request. Finally I took back the Qur'an, put it on my lap, and opened the leaves. I started reading it again. I read it for hours, but he still listens to me. He didn't say anything. He also did not look as fierce as usual. She sat limp in silence while listening to me teach.

After a while, I saw him fall asleep. He sat on the floor and his head leaned against the couch facing me. I looked at the window, it was almost morning. I didn't even realize that this was the next morning. I went back to see Vian. I slowly inserted my fingers between her hair, I stroked her head. I smiled and could feel her soft hair on my hands. I looked at his face, saw a frown on his face, I rubbed it. He's starting to move. I woke her up to tell her to go to the room if she wanted to sleep.

"Vian ... Aneel Viantra," I said her name, while my finger was still in her hair. He moved a little, but fell asleep again.

"Vian .. let's get up," I said in a soft voice. I don't want to surprise him. I went back to calling her name while shaking her shoulder to wake her up. But it didn't work at all to get him up.

"Vian ... Awake up!" I said a little loudly. He slowly opened his eyes, then looked towards me. Then he rolled his gaze around, looking at where he was. He looked astonished to find himself in that place. He turned his head to look back at me, then hissed the testimony as if his neck hurt. I looked at him and he looked really sick. Is he hurt? Thought worried.

"What am I doing here?" tanyanya rubbed her eyes. He looked angry as usual.

"I don't know. You suddenly come here and sleep there while I'm reading a book" I said a little lie as I stepped into the kitchen. I know, he doesn't remember, and I don't want him to remember. It's better that way. He would be angry if I told him the truth that he had come to listen to me.

"Do you want me to make breakfast?" ask me while stirring tea for myself.

"no need. I have to leave in an hour" he said, looking at the wall clock.

"Where?" I ventured to ask. I'm still a little scared, considering he was very different last night.

"Business," he replied as he stepped foot into the bathroom.

I thought about what I would do later when he wasn't home. Maybe I'll have dinner for him later. After last night, I wanted to try to get closer to her. Even though I knew, he and I could never be a real couple. But at least we should try to be together. Even me and him couldn't possibly be friends for each other. We are just two people who can at least live together. Well, that's. Marriage status is nothing, because for him I am a nobody. I'm just a piece of trash his parents bought, aren't I? Ah, already! I don't want to remember it anymore. I hope, after yesterday's events, he'll change. At least, be a little better to me.

***

I put my foot in the fridge. I opened it, but there was no food to eat right away. In fact, the vegetables were all almost rotting, the leaves looked blackened. It is not worth eating.

I went back to my room to change out of dirty, sweaty clothes. After that, I took some money in my wallet. The money my grandmother gave me before she died. My grandmother gave it to me without my parents knowing. I immediately went to a nearby stall selling vegetables. Then, I bought all the materials needed.

***

I went back home and started cooking. While I was slicing onions, I suddenly remembered a book that was given by a woman when I was shopping at the stall.

"Get me this book, who knows it can help you" he said, handing me the book. I looked at him in wonder. My gaze was fixed on the book he was pointing at, I grabbed it. I haven't looked up to see the woman's face, she's gone somewhere. A truly mysterious woman. In fact, I haven't had time to thank him or ask him why he gave me this book. This book is an Islamic book. "Find Your Way" is the title. A very useful book to read in your spare time. I hope one day I can meet him again to just say thank you to him.

I continued my cooking activities. When I finished, I put the food I had cooked into the bowl, then put it on the dinner table. It was late at night, Vian must be on his way home, I thought. I was a little nervous to imagine how he would react when he tasted my cooking. I know, maybe he won't like it. Ah, let! At least this way I can get closer to him. I hope so. I caught a glimpse of the food I had cooked and sat down in the chair, waiting for him to come home. Again, I was a little anxious thinking about whether he would like my cooking?

Almost an hour passed, but he did not come either. Not as usual. I've been feeling very sleepy. I sat up while propping up my chin with both palms of my hand. However, when I almost closed my eyes, suddenly the phone rang, giving me a jolt of surprise. I immediately got up to pick up the phone.

"Ouch! Ssh ... " I was hissing in pain because my toe was tripping over the table leg. I shouldn't have rushed. I didn't get to see my feet, I grabbed the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?" I said after picking up the phone. Then I heard the voice of someone talking angrily and a little nervous.

"Sadiyya ... You hear me? You should come here to pick me up!" vian said, confusing me.

"What's wrong? Where are you?" my many. His words just scared me. I was afraid that something bad would happen to him. I hope everything's okay.

"At the police station" he answered.

"What, the police station?" I widened my eyes as if I could not believe what I had just heard. What the hell's going on?