Started In Paris
Heart Sculpture

"Zulfa, please take all these cameras inside, put them on the table!" Petition me.

I nodded then hurried to do as he commanded. I brought 2 DSLR cameras in the bag into the room, I put them on the table.

Still busy justifying his position, there was a voice calling out to me from the doorway.

"Zulfa, can we talk to you for a second?"

I looked up, then answered the question. We were both on the couch in the lobby. What's up, huh?

His eyes were staring at me, his eyes were soothing, he patted me on the shoulder, then smiled. I was astonished by him.

"What's up, brother?" I asked, greeted with a smile by her.

"I just got the information that there is a big event that will be held by one of the world's leading photography companies." He exhaled, "the prize is huge, hundreds of millions, we have to go to the event, it's an opportunity", two seconds, "I want you to represent our company" continued sentence that was interrupted to make me shocked not play.

Me? Representing the company to attend the event? Not likely.

Immediately I shook my head

scrunched his forehead, in welcome the unpleasant gaze from his eyelids.

"You, you don't have to!" It was a sentence he had thrown at me after several times I persuaded him and to no avail. I thought for a moment, he was waiting for an answer.

By saying the words basmalah, I nodded my head, he was happy not to play. I thought it was an opportunity for me to develop my skills, but I had to ask Abah and Ummi for permission first, without the permission of the two of them, every step of my foot I felt cursed by an angel.

Today I came home to Magrib, Ummi called me several times, asked why I had not come home at this hour. Today indeed I complete my tasks for tomorrow, I finish today too, because according to the words of Mr. Rossa earlier, tomorrow I will be invited to take care of the registration of the big event, that is if Abah and Ummi allow it.

After the prayer isya' I help Abah and Ummi who are still hassles serving meatball buyers in front of the house. I see so many buyers lining up, it's worth it

Abah and Ummi are troubled.

Buyers start to decrease, just a few twists of people. I brought a pile of dirty bowls into the house, after putting them in the sink, I immediately went out of the house.

Just a few steps out of the house, my eyes caught the shadow of someone I knew very well. He's coming again. But not alone.

I tried hard to tie my heart, I bit my lip, walked towards Abah and helped her. I tried to pretend I didn't know, breathing deeply.

Unfortunately, he called me, I had to look. Actually Abah knew Abi, because Abi's father was a friend of Abah High School first. I saw Abah talking to Abi, I don't know what they were talking about. Before long Abah called me, success made me unable to evade.

I walked slowly towards them, then sat down beside Abah.

"Zulfa how are you?" Ask me.

"Alhamdullillah is good" I answered briefly. However, my eyes were fixed on the figure of the purple veiled woman who was beside Abi. She smiled at me, I replied with a smile.

"Ah to forget" chirps who managed to set my eyes on him. "I'm here to give you our wedding invitation" he said, offering a white invitation.

"He's my future wife" he continued.

The Syatt.... My heart as if slashed by a dagger, a stroke penetrated my mind, he was going to get married?

Oh, God, what kind of test are you giving me?

  Unable to speak, my tongue is tongue, my throat is choked. I looked towards the girl beside Abi, she smiled shyly at me. I smiled bitterly, describing it as if I was happy, but it was just a lie.

I saw Abi smiling happily looking at his future wife. I exhale, try to accept, they deserve to be happy.

After a while they left, Abah's meatball stall was closed. After cleaning everything, I went into the room.

At 10pm, I sat on the floor, hugging my knees, sinking my face between them.

I tried so hard to hold back my tears, but my roar could not bear it. Cry broke. I grinned both my arms.

Which angel does not hurt when he knows his prince will belong to someone else. The wound in my heart is so deep, the love that I have been craving for so many years now will soon belong to people, my tears will become more and more.

Astarghfirullah's.

What the hell am I doing? Soon I remove my tears, stand up my legs, Zulfa he's not your soul mate, so don't cry over him. There are women who are more worthy of you.

No matter how hard I tried to avoid the situation, but still, as if there was a broken glass that had just lifted up in the heart. I don't want to drag on, he's not my mahram. I got up, then climbed into my bed, confirmed the position, tried to put myself to sleep.

I finally fell asleep in the heat. Never mind, ever again, who I am that disagrees with is he getting married. I believe God prepared a plan for me that was more beautiful.

Today I am off work, incidentally Abah stalls are also closed for Sundays. After dawn, Abah and Ummi went to the market to shop for meatballs, it was almost seven and they still did not go home.

After cleaning the house, I sat down while sticking my legs out on the wooden chair of the living room. Just a few seconds sitting, my ears heard the sound of motor rickshaws, it seemed like Abah and Ummi. I immediately got up and went out of the house, up to the doorway, my eyes saw a rickshaw that stopped in the yard of the house filled with these groceries.

I immediately set foot to help, bringing one by one plastic bags and cardboard into the house. Moments later, when Abah and Ummi were no longer busy, I ventured to talk to them.

They are currently sitting relaxed while watching tv in the living room.

"Well, mi, Zulfa would like to say something" I said.

Unusual seeing myself like this, Abah and Ummi looked at me in surprise.

"What are you talking about, Nduk?" Ask Abah.

I took a long breath.

"Zulfa was sent by the company to go to France, because there was a big event there, if Abah and Ummi allowed it, Zulfa would be very happy" I told them.

Five seconds, ten seconds, neither Abah nor Ummi gave an answer, they looked at me with a strange look, so I did not dare to raise my head. How'this?

Still no answer, Abah stood up leaving me and Ummi both in the living room. I'm worried, what should I do? Ummi approached, sitting beside me.

"Sir, is that true?" Ask Ummi to me.

I'm nodding. My gut tells me I won't be allowed to go abroad.

"Talk to Abahmu well" Ummi continued. After that he left, going nowhere.

I'm getting worried. Allah has permitted. I went into the room, locked the door. I sat on the window lip, leaning my head on one side. My brain can't think clearly, yesterday Abi, now Abah. Duh how is this?

what would Anita say if I wasn't allowed to go abroad?that woman has been too kind to me, she has helped me a lot, I even considered my own brother, I feel guilty if I do not comply with his request.

I squeezed the tip of my headscarf, although I had bitten since, my lips did not hurt because at this time anxiety was more controlling me. While the other side of my brain still hung Abi's face, and my brain was still hanging, I don't know what the man had until I fell for him. The harder I tried to forget him, the stronger he stuck in my memory.

Aarrgghh. Walking to the bed and throwing my body on it, I don't know what else to do.