My soul mate
CHAPTER 21

The rose is in your hand. I was confused about wanting to be a close friend. Does papa Nayla like me? As for starting a new relationship, it feels like my heart has not been able to accept. There is a fear of getting hurt again.

Papa Nayla smiled at me. A smile that is hard to describe. He's really handsome. No less handsome than my ex-husband Arkan. He is also a successful man in his career and business. Even though he's a one-child widower. Oh, my God..., am I starting to like too papa Nayla?

I just looked embarrassed. It's not possible that soon I've found a replacement. I want to run from here, but this leg seems to be stiff just to step.

"Ustadzah Khansa, I'd love to be my mama. Want to go ustadzah!" Nayla's voice suddenly melted the ice between us. I was confused as to what to answer.

"Nay, ustadzah Khansa can't answer now. I'll ask you again. Now papa and Nay go home first huh..., oya learn already ustadzah?"

"Yes, sir" I replied.

"Do you want me to take you home to the Ustadzah?" ask papa Nayla to me.

"No, sir, I want to go straight to college. It just so happened that there was a task I had to complete," I replied a little nervously.

"Not anything, let papa between ustadzah to campus. All the way," pinta Nayla

"Ustadzah there was a promise from Nay's old friend, I'm sorry iftazah pamit first, assalamu'alaikum," I said immediately left them.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" answered Nayla and her papa.

"Be careful ustadzah, see you later" shouted Nayla as she waved her hand. I also replied by waving my hand.

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The online project has brought me to this campus. Three more semesters God willing I graduated from the faculty of education. For the cost I don't have to worry, my savings are still more than enough. Mas Arkan gave me more money that I didn't use much. Because I don't like unnecessary shopping. Clothes, I prefer the usual dress. Bags and shoes are also not brended items. Just as comfortable I wear it is more than enough.

I walked to the library. I spread my eyes to find a friend named Azizah. But I don't know where he is. Rather than me just sitting dumbly without any benefits, I immediately searched for a reference book for a later paper.

"Sa, it's been a while." Azizah's voice shocked me who was looking for a book.

"Eh, when did you get there?" askaku.

"Busan, jammed Sa."Azizah.

"Have found the book"hereinafter.

"One more time, yuk bantuin" I asked Azizah.

It does not feel that the search for books that we will make references for papers takes a long time. The voice of adzan maghrib stopped our activities. Thankfully, the library was closed until night. Many students take evening classes as well.

"Sa, pray first" Azizah asked me.

"Sorry Zah, I don't pray anymore. Oya I think these books are enough," I told Azizah.

"Yes, you go straight to Adinda's mom to record all the books you want to borrow. I went to the mosque first yes," said Azizah immediately left me. I immediately went to Adinda's mother to record all the books we were about to borrow. Finished from Adinda's mother I deliberately waited for Azizah in front of the mosque.

The end of Azizah prayers came to me. We sat on the terrace of the mosque.

"What about Bobi" I asked

"Yes, I don't know Bobi. He's been busy. Model employees. He is just so raw. It's good to eat meatballs" Azizah replied. I smiled in response to Azizah's words. My friend is a jolly girl. It was as if there was no burden in his life. I used to be just like Azizah. Trying to be always cheerful. But after my status changed to a wife that no husband expected, I became a bit moody. Especially after the divorce. It was like my world was collapsing. This joy will fade on its own.

"Oya Sa, you weren't picked up by your handsome husband. Sometimes I like to be jealous of you Sa. We are both sons of a driver. The difference is my father is an angkot driver while your father is a private driver. But your fate is so lucky. Have a handsome husband, but again," said Azizah who can only make me silent in silence. Somehow the clear circle that I tried to hold so as not to come out turned out to be stubborn still wanted out.

"Eh Sa, there's something wrong with what I said. How come you cry," continued Azizah who looks panicked.

"There is nothing wrong with Zah, I have separated from Arkan" I said sadly.

"What's? you've been separated? by when? your feelings are just getting married. How did you split up."

"Not too long, Zah" I said.

"Look at you guys are aja.k know how to part. May I know why you're separated."

"Sorry Zah, not everything has to be told. Maybe my soul mate with Arkan's mas is quite here. We're going to split up."

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Time showed at 20:30 when I got home. From the front of the fence I saw a luxury car parked. Whose car is that. Are you working as a driver again? Not that yesterday he planned to just farm in the village.

"Assalamu'alaikum," greetings.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered the father and it turned out that there was a foreign guest I did not know.

"Tante Khansa, Zea Kangen." Zea who suddenly hugged me shocked me. I immediately returned his embrace with a smile.

"Tante, it's papa Zea." It turns out this foreign man is Kevin's brother who has lived in Australia for a long time. All this time I've only seen it in photos. At my wedding with Arkan, he didn't come because he was busy. Brother Kevin stretched out his hand to me but I just put my hands together in front of my chest. Kevin's sister smiled as she understood that we were not muhrim.

I sat in the chair next to my father. Zea asked to sit on my lap.

"Tante, why don't you play at home. Zea kangen story aunt. Zea wants to be taught by aunty."

"Sorry baby, auntie's busy. So I haven't been able to play at home. How are oma and opa?" my many.

"Oma and opa good aunt. But Zea was sad, papa soon want to go back. mama Maria is busy working and rarely home. om Arkan is also busy working."

"There are oma and opa that nemenin Zea" I said.

"Oma and opa can't tell stories like auntie. Oma and opa also can not teach Zea naji. Sometimes I'm busy dealing with Zio."

"Zea is patient. Zea Pinter can read her own book. Aunty has many books of stories about the prophet's companions. Zea wants?"

"You aunt, Oya aunt, I heard Mama Maria wants to marry you Arkan. Aunty would not if aunty married Papa Zea and live in opa house again." I just fell silent with Zea's words while occasionally staring at Kevin's brother. How could I have married her brother after his sister dumped me. I saw Kevin was silent without any comment.