
In the morning Azril went to Nur's mother's bakery. Zeya who was serving other guests became shocked to see Azril.
"Good morning, ma'am," Azril said.
"Good Morning. You can get here."
"I also want to ask you this, why you're here. Is she from this town too."
"That's privacy. There's something I can help you with."
"I want to meet Nur's mother. We have an appointment .... "
"Mother Nur usually comes in an hour. Around ten."
"No problem, I can wait."
"Please sit down, ma'am. I'm in for a second."
Zeya went into the kitchen to see the bread being baked and made Azril a glass of warm tea.
"Please drink the mas."
"You work here." Azril pretended not to know.
"Yes, my mom."
"Did your husband allow you to work out of town like this."
"Sorry, that's privacy."
"I'm sorry, I don't want to interfere. Just wonder why a husband can let his wife work out of town away from him."
"Mas, I'm making bread .. so sorry if I can't accompany you to chat."
"Please .... "
Zeya went into the kitchen, he went straight to the bathroom. He spewed out all his stomach. He's been holding it back from before."
Azril who was following Zeya's steps heard the woman's vomit sound became very worried.
The other two employees who helped Zeya asked, There is a need for what Azril to enter the kitchen. But Azril paid no heed, he took a quick step towards the bathroom and saw Zeya vomit.
Zeya did not have time to close the door because he could not bear to vomit. Azril pushed the door open wide and held onto Zeya's shoulder.
Zeya was startled and saw who was holding his shoulder. Seeing Azril, he immediately moved away.
"What do you want."
"You sick?" azril asked back.
"Would you go out, neither a woman nor a man who is not her mahrom is in one bathroom. That would be slander."
"But you're sick, I'm taking you to the hospital."
"Thank you, but I'm fine."
"How can you say it's okay. You're vomiting like this."
"I'm currently pregnant young, last night I checked. Midwife says it's common."
"You're pregnant .." Azril said in shock.
"Yes, why the shock?"
"Nothing, I'm surprised that as far as I know the young pregnant woman has to rest and be quiet."
"Udahlah, you should wait for Nur's mother outside. You see, the other employees are watching us."
Azril came out of the kitchen and sat back in his place, he looked pensive.
Zeya is pregnant. Did her husband know about her pregnancy. Why did Zeya run away when he was two.
"Good afternoon Mr. Azril," said Ms. Nur, making Azril aware of his daydream.
"Good morning, Miss."
"I'm sorry, you have to wait."
"Not what mom. I'm the one with the speed."
Zeya, who saw Nur's mother, made her a glass of tea. After that he brought it in front of Nur.
"Zeeya sit down, meet this Mr. Azril. Mr. Azril wanted to work together to develop a mother's bakery."
Azril, Zeya and Nur's mother chatted about how their next move would be.
Finally they agreed to contract a building near the city in the crowd and recruit employees again.
Azril was happy, so he could get closer to Zeya. Where coincidentally his business is also in the same city.
Tomorrow he and Azril will find a suitable place to open a business.
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Elsewhere, Zahra has returned home again after three days in hospital. He was asked to rest, because the content was very weak.
"Mas, don't you work" asked Zahra as Albirru fed her.
"I can't live on your own,"
"There's an aunt accompanying."
"Auntie can't be next to you continue."
"I'm okay to be left behind. Later if I need help can ask aunty for help. After all, I have to go back to Zeya's house. It's been too long with me."
"I've called his phone, but four of his phones aren't on."
"Why don't you look at the house."
"Later in the afternoon, you ask Zeya to take care of you tomorrow at work."
"No need, my mom. It's not good that I'm the same as Zeya, always bothering her."
"I don't think Zeya would mind"
After feeding Zahra, Albirru took a bath and wished to return to Zeya's house.
When he got home he saw his house was empty. Albirru searched and called for Zeya but could not find him.
Albirru opened the veil of food and saw the side dish that was cooked four days ago Zeya. It looks sunbathing and smelly.
Where's Zeya. If the side dish gets moldy like this, it means it has been gone a long time. And this seems to be the side dish I ate four days ago when Zahra fell.
Albirru contacted Angel's aunt and asked about Zeya. Aunty Angel was shocked and said that Zeya never got to her place again after that time.
Albirru doesn't know what to look for. He recalled that Zeya once said that he taught a Ustadzah, but the fool Albirru never asked where the Ustadzah house was.
Albirru once asked Zeya to study with one of his acquaintances. Not knowing for what reason, Zeya stopped and looked for Ustadzah himself.
He went into the room and his gaze fixed on the bed was shocked to see the suitcase bag was no longer there.
Albirru opened the wardrobe, looking that some of Zeya's clothes were no longer there. All that remained was her clothes that were open.
Zeya ... Where are you. Why didn't you tell me about your departure. Tell me where my fault is, Zeya. Do you really want to leave me. No, you can't leave me.
Albirru took the keys to her car. After locking his house, he fled his car at high speed.
Albirru walked into the entertainment complex in a hasty step. Some women tease him, Albirru doesn't care.
Until the house in the habitation of Aunt Angel. Albirru went straight to him.
"Udah I told you that Zeya is not here. Why anyway. You guys are fighting again."
"We never fight."
"Never quarreled, but Zeya often ran away. Try to think about it. Something must have happened, which disappointed Zeya. She is a patient woman, if she has not exceeded the limit she will definitely hold it. I think this time you've made a fatal mistake. Because he ran away with his clothes."
Albirru left the compound and returned to the rented house again.
Zeya, I hope you're only gone for a while. Just to get rid of your boredom. Are you angry that I spent more time with Zahra? But all this time I've seen you can take it. Zeya, go. Tell me what's my fault, so I can fix it.
Seriate
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