THE UNMISSED PEBINOR
Chapter Thirty Three. PYTD

Two months have passed. If counted, Naya's reign is over. Kenzo always circled the calendar to remember himself when the waiting period was for the woman.

Hanif and Citra, currently have rarely been involved in soap operas anymore. The production house, which is usually the place to stay, does not want to use them as the main role for fear of impacting on film production.

Citra's name has been stamped poorly by her fans because of the news that circulated if she was an actor and who made her name worse because she was the last of the women who were also actors.

It is common knowledge that Citra and Kenzo are half-siblings. Mama Citra has taken Kenzo's Papa. Every step, Citra felt there was always someone watching.

The image of throwing a vase against the wall coincides with Hanif's entrance into the apartment. Luckily Hanif moved quickly, so he avoided throwing the glass.

"What's this about? Why did you throw a vase of flowers at the wall. Good thing I'm avoiding, if I can't get my head badly hurt by broken glass."

"All the ads that used me as capital, broke the contract. No one wants to extend it. My career will surely die."

"Maybe this is God's temptation to make us better people."

"What would you eat if everyone canceled cooperation with me. It's all because of Kenzo and his old lady."

"You must not blame others for the destiny you are living in right now. Everything that happens is good and bad, it's all by God's will."

"Don't lecture me!" shouts Image.

"Partner, the four months of marriage we've had. I try to be patient with your temperament. I hope that someday you will change. However, it seems like my hope will never materialize. You're not turning out to be good, the more days your attitude gets out of control."

"What do you want? Are you sorry you married me?" ask the image in a high voice.

"Sorry is useless. I've given you a chance. Change in attitude and appearance. Try to dress according to the teachings of our religion, but not a word of me that you hear."

"Don't talk much. I also regret marrying you. I thought I'd get happiness if I married you, but it's all out of the ordinary. Ever since I married you, my life's been ruined."

Hanif seemed to take a deep breath to neutralize his anger. The man went into the room and came out with a suitcase and a tote bag filled with his clothes. The image that Hanif was looking at with his bag, immediately stood up and approached the man.

"Where are you going?" ask Citra who has been standing in front of Hanif.

"It seems we're no longer in line."

"What do you mean?"

"More and more days, I was shown by God that you were not the right person, that my choice had been wrong. Divorce is not a bad thing, it is precisely the best decision when marriage no longer gives peace let alone happiness.Sometimes divorce is better than a marriage that has been destroyed.”

"You can't leave, what else divorce me. No. .. I don't want to cheer anymore. I don't want to be news."

"We have to split up, because this is best for us. I'll try self-introspection, so will you."

"No, I'm not letting you go."

Citra tries to hold back Hanif's departure, but the man stays with his stance, leaving Citra's apartment.

The happiness and sadness in life will come back and forth. Every day you can meet new people and part with old people. Sometimes not all meetings can give togetherness. Some even end in painful partings.

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At the boutique where Naya works, Naya is surprised by the large number of flower deliveries. When Naya asked who the sender was, the courier said it didn't know.

"Thank you yes. Here's to you" Naya gave her a little thank you note.

Naya brought all the bouquets of flowers to her study. Naya checked the bouquet one by one until she found the sender's name.

"Sir Kenzo ... What the hell, send a bouquet of flowers like I want to sell. Very much indeed. Waste of money" Naya murmured to herself.

Naya arranged the bouquet of flowers on the sofa in her study. Women smile at Kenzo's behavior. This past week, the guy always made a surprise. Something was sent. From just food, snacks and flowers.

Naya knows that everything Kenzo has done has been counted since the end of his life. Naya knows, Kenzo must be waiting for an answer from her. Naya had thought about all this.

"Happy Afternoon" said Kenzo, surprising Naya. The woman looked at Kenzo with a smile.

"This is all what does it mean? Just throw money away, brother. Mending the money, Kenzo's keeping it."

"Save for our wedding?" ask Kenzo with a smile.

"Sister Kenzo, I'm not kidding. Buying flowers is a waste of money. Three days all must be thrown away. Just throw away the money."

"If so from tomorrow I send you a bouquet of money. Let's keep the money."

"What the hell, Brother."

"I'm taking you to dinner. I have something to say."

"I want to talk too. There's something I want to say."

"If so I'll just wait here for you, can I?" ask Kenzo.

"Of course you can, brother. I'm gonna finish the little job again. After the new magrib prayer we're gone."

"May I be the priest of prayer."

"Sir Kenzo has dared to become a prayer priest. Thank goodness."

"Since I learned to teach with Ustad you introduced it. I'm starting to be a little brave. But if it's less than perfect, don't you tease ya."

"Sir Kenzo has already begun to dare to become a prayer priest, I am very grateful" said Naya.

Naya's tears seemed to flow from the corner of her eyes. A month ago, Kenzo told Naya she wanted to deepen religion. During this time recognized Kenzo he rarely carried out his duties as a Muslim. Pray when he wants.

Naya introduces Kenzo to an Ustad, the father of her friend. From then on, every time there was time, Kenzo took time to study teaching and other worship.

Azan magrib. Naya and Kenzo took wudu and performed the congregational magrib prayer. After the prayer, Naya prayed.

O my Lord, give me the best husband by Your side, the husband who is also my friend in matters of religion, world affairs, and the Hereafter. If he is not my soul mate, then keep him out of my mind and bring close to the person who is my true soul mate. In front of Brother Kenzo, I'm ashamed to look at you. But before God, I openly ask to be betrothed to you.

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