Tiba Khitbah
Work Like a Horse

"Son, now Zahra doesn't have to think about anything, the most important thing is that you rest to get healthy quickly" explained Abi Abdullah as she helped her daughter fall back to sleep. He enveloped his beloved daughter to make Zahra feel better and calmer.

"Abi, don't go! Zahra is afraid of Ummi!" zahra said as she carried her hands to her chest, as if she was currently afraid to embrace herself, like a fool.

"Wouldn't Zahra be taken to a psychiatrist?"

Umm Fatimah said weakly but Zahra could still hear clearly. It was as if Zahra's blood was boiling with heightened emotions. He was angry and disappointed with the ummi Fatimah because as a parent, he even suggested the princess was taken to a psychiatrist, even though he knew very well that the princess was not crazy at all, although Zahra admitted his mentality may not be okay at this time.

"Just go to a psychiatrist!" reply Zahra with a high tone of voice. Zahra's eyes glared, defied the mother, rebelled and resisted because as a parent, she did not trust her own daughter, even she no longer acted as a mother to Zahra.

"What did you say?"

ummi Fatimah replied to Zahra with anger that also no less peaked, her eyes glared with a reddened face.

"Just go to the psychiatrist" Zahra replied with a more sloppy shout, sounding like using a microphone.

Plaque ...!

A hard slap landed on Zahra's cheek, until the girl's cheek turned red. Zahra's right hand was also directly pressed against her cheek, feeling a great pain, not only on the cheek but also to the heart. Zahra was really mad at her own mother.

"Ummi, Zahra, already! Don't fight and fight anymore!" abi Abdullah mediates the quarrel with his wife.

Abi Abdullah pulled Fatimah's hand out of the princess's room to avoid any more commotion, while Zahra was now swept away in grief and deep wounds, her whole body shivering, she said, with tears constantly pouring down her cheeks.

Zahra felt that the engagement relationship between her and the man named Fahri did not bring peace and tranquility, even disputes and quarrels that damaged her relationship with her parents. Yes, how can something be a worship if there are always many problems and commotion that makes him feel dead and can no longer live this life.

"Zahra, are you okay, son?"

Abi Abdullah's worried and panicked voice rang out again in Zahra's ears.

Quickly, Zahra wiped away the tears that flowed down her cheeks, slowly raising her face and trying to give the sweetest smile so that the father would not feel sad.

"Abi" greeted Zahra with a sweet smile that she forced, even with reddened eyes and a clear-cut face.

"Are you okay, son?"

Abi Abdullah walked up to Zahra, his face clearly showing great concern for the princess. It seemed, it had been a long time that Zahra had not seen her father behaving like that let alone all this was her war.

"Zahra's okay, Bi."

Zahra did not want to be indifferent to her father, let alone hate and revenge to the father. Only, this self does not want to make Abi Abdullah more worried if he saw sadness and tears that fall back down the cheeks of Zahra.

"Zahra."

The soft words of a father made Zahra feel like a reed to the point of a nail.

"Zahra, Ummi and Abi love Zahra. Everything we both do is best for you, son."

For a moment abi Abdullah was heard stopping his speech, as if pausing what he was going to say. However, there was nothing Zahra could do now, other than sobbing like wanting to be protected and pitied.

"Zahra wants to sleep, Bi! Is Zahra not to rest together for a while?" zahra said without looking at Abi Abdullah, because at this time he chose to sleep soundly without any interference, including his family and his own parents.

"Darling, Ummi didn't mean to be angry with you, son."

Abi Abdullah certainly does not want if Zahra and the mother quarrel only because of trivial things, because the bond between parents and children will not be separated and will not break up despite a big fight.

The quarrel is just a picture of an expression of disappointment to a loved one, or also as a form of a way of reprimanding that is not well received and airy heart so that misunderstandings arise.

Zahra knew and believed strongly that Ummi Fatimah also had no intention of hurting Zahra's heart and feelings with strong words that offended her. Zahra also really understands that there is no parent in this world who will plunge his child, because all parents want the best for his child, just the way ummi Fatimah is wrong according to Zahra, he was too exaggerated and too hasty to decide on something that would be lived for Zahra's lifetime. But yes, the rice has become porridge and Zahra is also no longer able to restore the situation as usual, in addition to preventing the planned marriage does not occur.

Zahra was very confident and believed in the matter of destiny, if the man was his soul mate then their path to unite would be facilitated, even as strongly as he refused and devised a plan to cancel it, he said, everything that God has ordained happens will happen. However, if it is not his destiny, there will be a way to undo it all and God's plan is the best for His servant, and Allah will surely teach His servants a valuable lesson behind one incident.

"Abi, Ara wants to sleep, feels tired and tired."

"Yes, son, you rest, Abi will come out, but you must eat and take medicine, son!"

"Yes, Bi," Zahra replied in a weak tone of voice, because I currently have no power to rebel.

"Then Abi will ask Aunt and Sister to help you, son."

Abi Abdullah kissed the princess on the forehead, before leaving her room.

Huf ...

Zahra took a deep breath, and it felt very relieved to be alone in this room. At least Zahra had a chance to calm her heart and feelings, and make a plan with a clear mind for her future.

'What should I do now? How can I replace the dowry double if I just stay in this bed.'