SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
Heart Shackles
...Part 17's...
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The window that was left open all night, willing the wind to enter enveloped the frail heart with distress. Zain opened his eyes that felt sore because of the glare of light that entered through the curtain, he got out of bed and then walked to the bathroom, so he could not help but walk,
“Gleng-fr...Glengs... Gleng”
Zain looked down, the scattered bottles rolled and left a loud noise. Zain ignored and continued to step into the bathroom, under the water Zain closed his eyes, the pain in his head was more throbbing when the cold water touched his crown.
Glanced at the clock on the top of the closet, long needle right at the number 10, Zain tightened his tie and left.
The employees who saw Zain's arrival were dumbstruck, saluting with polite greetings, they stared in disbelief, he said,
“What's with Director?, It's really ten leawt hours right?”
“Iya really, what are you sick with?”
“Or you couldn't sleep last night because of tender issue yesterday?”
“Can be our bad today”. Grumpily one of the staff looked horrified at the elevator that was going up.
“Zain, you don't papa do you?”
“Do not ask anything unimportant, bring me all our cooperation report for one year back”
Reza gawking, “Create what Zain”?
“Just bring it here!!”
Reza came out and not long after that he came with some staff with thick bundles in his hands.
“This is our archive of the year kemaren”
Reza put all the files on the table in the living room and then went straight out because there was no authorization from Zain. Closing the door very slowly then Reza sighed.
“Arghhh...!!!”
Reza who heard the sound of Zain's cry immediately ran into the director's room.
“Prack...”.
The entire bundle of reports was scattered on the floor. Reza sighed looking at Zain who was pacing back and forth with one hand on his waist, and another on his head.
“Now are you satisfied, have you found what you were looking for in those reports?”
“Basic stupid humans, free I pay them high if only one project they can not get!!!”
“Stop torturing yourself Zain, relax. Ikhlaskan”'s chat.
“Ikhlas you said? After he took away all my happiness? I can't accept all this!”
“Who is he?, who is he you mean? Your god? Yes?!!”. Sarkas Reza with a voice that had risen
Quickly turn around Zain, before your heart gets frozen with your arrogance, remember we are servants, who need god, not god who needs us”. Reza turned around and walked out of the room leaving Zain seated with his blank look.
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Time keeps rolling, second to minute, minute to hour, hour to day, and day to week. Day passed leaving twilight with a reddish hue on the horizon, with a state of heart and mind as chaotic as his current room, Zain took his bag and walked snot out, leaving a paper that is proof of the success of his efforts and hard work so far.
The state of the road jammed with his noise made Zain roar, his heart tight, anger and disappointment filling his inflamed heart. Pain as if squeezed very strongly and then stabbed with thousands of needles.
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Ningsih Pov's
These tears fall, not able to see the condition of my son just way like this, slump and chaos. One month, Zain withdrew from all the noise of the world, shutting himself in the house with bottles of illicit goods that further dispelled his wits, he said, if hungry then he will just wait at the door of the driver who will deliver the delivery of his message, after which he again locked the door. The desire and hope that used to be very passionate for the giant company he dreamed of, is now no longer his ambition. Imprisoned in the darkness.
“Zain,, open the door nak”
“Ting tong ting tong...”. Ningsih continued to press the bell that was on the white door of Zain's house.
“Honey, I brought you this favorite mushroom soup, open the door nak”
For the seventh time bell Ningsih press, but the door is not open. If the keys to this house were still the same, perhaps Ningsih would break through straight away and not have to stand up with this kind of worry. Yeah, that kid changed the keys to his house a few days ago.
This wobbly leg is no longer strong to stand for long, I decided to turn around and will come back again tomorrow. Almighty God, I am worried for my heart at this moment, as I turn around the door opens, Oh my God, what has happened to my son?. I set my foot on him inside, with a shaky step he immediately sat down at the dinner table.
“Mother bring me what”?
“Ah this kid, mushroom soup, Mom cook when you want to come here earlier, this is still warm”.
With a smile I take a plate and then a soup that still leaves a little puff of smoke in front of my son. Without waiting he ate the soup quietly, very ravenously.
“How does it taste son, the mushroom is chewy not?”
I saw Zain raising his hand and wiping away the little broth that was stuck in his mouth.
“Zain misses Bu”.
Zain stretched his hand and as soon as my son's burly arm coiled around my body, I wasn't surprised by what he was doing, because Zain used to do this a lot, whether it's sad or happy times. Before he became the director of success he is today.
“Hiks..”.
I heard a small stuffing coming out of his mouth, I grabbed his shoulder and put some distance between us.
“You miss who nak” is? My question wiped away the tears on his cheeks, my son is really handsome apparently.
It was just him, and he sat down, but before that in his eyes I could see, sorrow deep. Confirmation
“You did not forget how to pray, right son?”
Zain raised his head and he shook his head
“Now you pray, true prayer, meet God in your prostration, return yourself and this soul to His eternal. Pour everything, son, release all the shackles you made yourself this”. I pointed at his heart
May Allah nak”. I smiled and tidied up her hair that almost reached her eyes, I saw Zain who kept looking at me, then he hugged me back.
“I'm sorry Zain Bu, forgive Zain, Zain is really sorry Mom, wallahi Bu, Zain didn't mean to hurt Mom, but inadvertently Zain did. Zain loves Mom, Dad, Zain can't be without you, Zain can't be Bu”
“The affection in our hearts God presents as a grace son, that we may live in this world with peace and tranquility. Do not let what is good God has given us, but we keep it away from its qodrat. Zain's affection for Dad, convey through do’a-do’a that Zain sent, and make it happen with Zain's better life in the future”.
I rubbed my son's mane, and my shoulders were getting wet with tears.
“Honey, you are the most beautiful gift that God has given us, heaven and hell we”
TO BE CONTINUE
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