ZULFA FORTITUDE
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"Mother, maybe tomorrow I can't call you. There's a lot of work I have to finish. Before moving to Surabaya" said Hasan when they almost arrived at the Zulfa residence.

"Yes, Mas." said Zulfa. He took a deep breath. There is a burden to be broken now. "It's hard to prepare everything in this state" Zulfa replied as she rubbed her face with a tissue. Removing the remains of tears that momentarily came out without permission.

"You mean mother, is our marriage postponed?"

"I'm afraid I'm getting jealous if it gets delayed. And anyways what's the reason for delaying."

"Yes Mother. I was jealous when you were so close to Herman. Afraid that you're going back to him." Hasan replied as is, with nothing covered up.

"Yesterday, this message was. Cook to cancel. Loss dong." replied Zulfa grumbling.

"really. Happy my heart. It turns out that Mother has prepared everything." Hasan looked at Zulfa with a fluffy smile. It even looks like a clean line of white teeth, even though they are old.

"But I have to replace. Now!"

"Well, this blackmail."

"Lha, this is also for Mas."

"Okay, here. Because Mommy made me believe that the plan was true." Hasan put a card on Zulfa. "Use the wise."

Zulfa wanted to laugh, as Hasan thrust out an ATM card. He just wanted to tease her. There's not much need for tomorrow night plans. Just ijab qobul, nothing more. But okay, there's no harm in being accepted.

"OK I take it."

Hasan's forehead wrinkled, when he accepted the fact that the ATM card had changed hands. Wou .. duitan eyes also Mother Zulfa.

"But Mommy really meant it, right?"

"What the heck. If to get married yes .. surely it is. Different if dating. I refuse to be raw. No time, it will be considered a rival with children." replied Zulfa ketus. Eyes narrowed and a stinging face. He really didn't think that Hasan doubted him.

"Yes .. yeah, I believe."

It turns out oh, it turns out,

ketus. The other side is starting to look, chatty plus spoiled, ketus plus fun. Could it be that I am currently imagining the old mama Jamilah, until the same nature appears on him.

Ah no, she's still the Zulfa I knew.

"Hehehe .." Hasan laughed spontaneously at Zulfa's angry face. Looks funny and adorable.

"Why laugh." Eyes glared ready to pounce.

"Just funny!"hasan answered with his own.

Zulfa wanted to scold him, but the car had stopped in front of the house. There was no way he could continue his new rage halfway through. Although still keep the taste of cobbled.

"Thank you, it's been ushered home."Zulfa came down immediately without saying hello.

"Together, Assalamualaikum." He had to say hello.

"Wa alaikum salam, it's gone!" answer Zulfa quickly. Trying to stir up his anger. Zulfa walked into the house no longer looking at Hasan who left his house with a big smile. Laughing at Zulfa's angry attitude was unclear.

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Grief does not always cover life. But of course there is a time to laugh, to be happy and to be happy. And it will be felt more when it comes after a long time of pain and suffering is pressing very. And sometimes make yourself tight no longer able to breathe. I forgot how to live.

Self-conscious of your love that no longer makes the heart calm. Let this taste be perfect to see the fruit of love grow healthy and pleasant, as I ask at all times. Making this love radiate in the desire for the Qurrota a'yun, the soul-cooling in every breath of my hope in the Most Dependent.

But when the heart is ready and fully resigned will qudrat irodat. All of it was written on the pages of the lahful Mahfud. The feeling of emptiness does not contain, but does not mean lifeless. He is silent and waiting for the time to bloom and develop with pure love the gift of the owner of love, the Most Love.

If the conscience is old, it will be touched even in the dark without light though. This is just a speck of power that I can digest, until I am completely satisfied with the sense of willingness and pleasure of everything that befalls me. Like it or sorrow, it is the same.

When the heart believes in love. It will never fall if love is forcibly taken from it. Because love is just something that has an eternity of mass (the Einstein formula). It will not disappear, let alone disappear. But just changed face and look.

"I received the marriage and marriage of Zulfa bint Ahmad with the dowry of complete jewelry paid in cash."

"How's witness?"

"Well." they answered simultaneously.

Zulfa let Hasan kiss his head for a long time, after she shook hands and kissed the hand of Hasan, now her husband.

"Mas ..." rebuked Zulfa bowed in shame.

Slowly Zulfa withdrew. In the presence of Aldo and Tia, however, it seems.

Not that Hasan did not know, there were many pairs of eyes looking at him. But what matters, tho they're legitimate.

"Mother, you're my wife. Should I be ashamed if I want to be longer than this." whispered Hasan in Zulfa's ear.

"But wait when everyone comes home" he continued.

Makes the feathers of Zulfa bristles.

Only love, intimacy and martyrdom created between them, must be completely dissolved because Ayu Jamilah came, as an uninvited guest

"Congratulations Papa Mama" said Jamilah who burst in among the invited guests. Experiencing the two with a grinning horse smile.

"Setyawati, who are you here with?"

"The father is very evil, cook Setyawati left behind. So selfish. He wants to be happy himself. I have completely forgotten myself." No matter there were still a feather and a lot of guests, he said all that. Fortunately Zulfa was understanding, and did not blame the attitude of his stepson. Especially with a cup.

"Lho, he said you were in the race. Papa doesn't dare to bother you. Papa you will be angry again."

"But at least wait Setyawati lah, time to say the ijab qobulnya."

"Do you need to repeat" an answer that made Zulfa laugh. This man is afraid of his daughter.

"No exclamation. Setyawati is tired. Once again happy new life Mama Papa." He kissed Papa's cheek and his new mama. " Pa, I'm taking the box for the teacher sir...."

"Can. Where is he, didn't you bring him in?"

"That*."

Let's point to someone Hasan knew before. The same guy he dropped first. And now he has led his daughter to become a champion at the provincial level.

Shamefully Hasan approached him, conversing for a moment without Zulfa's company.

"Congratulations to Hasan. I'm sorry I didn't think there was an event here. I'll pull myself out first."

"Lho is."

"I just delivered my dad's daughter. Than to go home alone."

"Thank you, sir."

"Either. Assalamualaikum..."

"Wa aleikum salam."

Herman drove him to the front of the house. Let the guests be for a while Zulfa's business.

Unfortunately Jamilah was very spoiled for Zulfa. Long story about himself. Which makes Zulfa laugh sometimes. After all this time Jamilah said goodbye.

"Mother, I'm tired. I want to sleep in Mother's room ...." Zulfa nodded his head.

And this made Hasan to be disappointed when he heard his daughter's request to Zulfa.