ZULFA FORTITUDE
Wounded

Subhanalpha ....

Tonight, really made Hasan wrong with Jamilah's attitude.

However, as long as the application procession can run smoothly, he is very very happy.

Even the date of the wedding has been set. 1 Week from now. It doesn't take long. Make the family worried. And people say later 'canginan' if long.

Papa Hasan's exam didn't just get here. When he came home, Jamilah would not go home. She wants to stay with Zulfa's mother, because she currently hates Hasan.

"Sir Dhe, I stay in just ya, until day H. Setyawati is once again with Papa."

Jamilah bak sabda pandita queen. So everyone has to submit to him. No one can change it. Neither papa nor his Dhe Bu Dhe sir.

Redha forced to approach mother Zulfa.

" Zulfa, I'm picking up my niece. I hope you'll be patient with it."

"It's okay, Mother Redha. If Jamilah wants, I'm happy." replied Zulfa and accepted with open arms.

And again, as Hasan was about to say goodbye. Jamilah won't let you get near Zulfa. Finally he could only say his greetings as he walked away.

"I'm sorry for my daughter, Zulfa."

"It's okay, Mommy."

"I'll stay first. Assalamualaikum."

"Wa alaikum salam warahmatullahi wa barokatuh."

Although he took his family out, but his smile was never shown on his papa. Until all is gone, Jamilah still stands outside.

"Come on, let's go in. It's cold outside."

"Yes, Mother."

Let's obediently follow Zulfa's steps into the house.Even hugging Zulfa's waist all. Zulfa just rubbed his head gently.

"Mother, I'll sleep in your room...?"

"Can."

This is what it feels like to have a mother. Let's hug Zulfa.

"What's wrong?"tanyanya gently.

"No, Mother." He let go of his embrace, walking ahead of Zulfa to meet Tia and Aldo, flirting for a moment.

For now, Zulfa didn't want to tease him just yet. Let him follow what he wants. When he is ready, he will tell himself what the problem is.

It was already night time, Tia and Aldo, the smallest of them had also yawned.

"Mother, I'm sleepy."

"Sleep, don't forget to brush your teeth, pray and pray."

"Yes, Mother." Tia immediately went to her room.So did Aldo.

Jamilah is still reluctant. He read books with his brother Irwan and sister Lika. Which he took philosophy anyway.

"You are not sleepy."

"Awhile, Mother. Less read." without turning his eyes to the book.

"Yes already. Mother wants to clean up first. If you're tired, your mother's room is under it."

"Good, Mother."

After finishing, Zulfa headed for his room. There lay Jamilah who was hugging the bolster.

After going to the bathroom for a while, he also threw himself beside Jamilah. He noticed there were a few tears on his cheeks. What's actually going on. To the point of being so upset with Hasan.

Phone's ringing. Apparently papa Hasan was still thinking of his daughter, who was not next to him.

"Assalamualaikum, Russia. How's Setyawati."

"He was sleeping. What's the matter, Mom?"

"There's nothing."

"Mother don't take papa's call .. please."

Zulfa put his phone on the nightstand next to his bed. Then she pulled her body back.

"Have slept. Mother will accompany you."

"Have a look to be hugged by your mother."

"All right."

Zulfa slept next to Jamilah. Stroking her hair slowly.

"What's really going on. Why is Jamilah angry at Papa."

Say no, just shut up. Then turned back to Zulfa. Zulfa still stroked Jamilah's hair. Sounds of light coming from his mouth.

"Just keep calm first."

"Mother understands. Go Sleep already. Mother beside you." Not long after, he fell asleep.

After being sure, that Jamilah had fallen asleep, Zulfa came out of his room, towards the family room. In order to continue the talks with Hasan which had been delayed.

"Assalamualaikum, sorry it was closed Jamilah.'

"Wa alaikum salam, It's okay. How's Setyawati-ku, Zulfa?"

"What's really going on?"

For a long time, no sound came in, although the sound of his breathing was heard.

"Yes, I was wrong. Yesterday when I picked up. It just so happens that he doesn't exist. I asked his Nyai Ma'am, I don't know. I finally found it myself. Turns out he was at the School .. was fighting with someone. I didn't know it was training, because tomorrow it's going to be a game. Because all this time never told let alone permission. Seeing my daughter pressed on, I intervened and knocked the man down, before scolding her, and took her home."

"That's what you do in front of your friends."

"Yes." Yeah."

"He's very hurt, Mom."

"All right, I'm wrong."

"He cried before he went to sleep."

"I'm sorry."

"Yes, yes, assalamualaikum."

"wa aleikum salam."

It turned out to be the trigger. Hopefully, Jamilah will be able to accept and forgive his father tomorrow.

Zulfa continued his delayed activities. He laid his body beside Jamilah. And together towards dreamland.

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Actually, there was another person who could not enjoy the night well. A man standing behind the fence of Irwan's house.

Long time no see with his sons and daughters, making himself wracked with a very longing. That night he deliberately closed angkringan rather late in the afternoon. I want to visit Zulfa's house. Meeting His Sons. Tia and Aldo. Of course in the hope of meeting Zulfa too. Herman still harbors that hope.

After preparing everything, including a small gift for Tia and Aldo. Herman took off on his metic motorcycle. He whistled melodiously to reveal the happiness stored in his heart.

On the way, Herman stopped by the mosque to perform Islamic prayers. After that, continue the journey again.

Arriving at Zulfa's place, Herman saw that there were 2 cars entering Zulfa's courtyard. The last one is Hasan's car.

His steps stopped for a moment, when he saw Hasan's family get off the car with a delivery.

Who made the proposal. His daughter or Zulfa. Why don't they tell him. If Lika, it will be told, because she is his daughter. If Zulfa, are they really serious, all this time looks mediocre. Hasan is too.

Herman wanted to find out. He picked up his phone. Wanted to ask Irwan, but was undone. What business ..

Deserve himself involved in the life of his ex-wife, although until now he still hopes. Wishing to live together again. With Zulfa and Mary.

If he could choose, he would choose Zulfa. But the decision is in Zulfa's hands.

Before they found out, Herman turned on his bike, returned to his house. By keeping the sense of tightness that is now squeezing it. Just this time, he felt a real loss.