ZULFA FORTITUDE
Gaffa (POV)

I think it's been a long journey. Looking for the whereabouts of people I don't want to meet. But for the sake of my father, I also obey. Thank goodness there is Irwan who always accompany us, after leaving his 2 younger siblings at home. So that my frustration does not overflow.

I can't understand why you're still so stubborn about his decision. I obviously rejected it. Lord, may I ask that as soon as possible I escape the snares that keep me tight. I hope so much, O my Lord, that my place depends.

Whether this is a trial or a sign, if this is not good. We cannot find Mr. Hasan's whereabouts. Cellphone's turned off. There's no clue about him. Maybe because he wants to enjoy togetherness as a newlywed, by turning off his cell phone. Actually it makes me happy. But let me just obey what the Father says. May God open another way for me. To get closer to Him.

Ah, just because of the father's unclear wishes. Should we disturb the newlyweds. And he's my boss. People who have nothing to do with problems.

We finally went to his house. There it looks silent like without residents. for a moment Mas Irman waited. But finally back. Moreover, our stomachs are starting to want to be filled.

"Mr, Shaffa, let's get some food first. How's it?"

"I'm hungry too, brother." I don't know, it feels like I want to throw away this frustration by saying what it is to Kak Irwan. Which, on a normal day, is very difficult for me to do. Underlings.

But they don't look at me like that.

"okay." Brother Irwan also took us down the streets that were never deserted, towards a pretty beautiful Lesehan stall. I stepped up to Irwan, not caring about the seemingly desperate father. Because until now he has not found Mr. Hasan. But with that circumstance made me cheer even more. Honey my fun didn't last long. We accidentally met Mr. Hasan at that place.

"That's Papa," said Irwan. The view leads to two lovebirds in the joglo, in the middle of a small pond containing koi fish.

Simultaneously Ms. Zulfa saw us.

"Irwan Shaffa, come here!" bring him.

I don't want us to step in their direction. Disturbing the intimacy of a couple who just got married, makes me feel bad.

"Sister Irwan!" I dare not step again. Who I am, of course I know. I'm just an employee of Bu Zulfa's factory.

"Why?" Brother Irwan stopped his steps and waited for me who was still in doubt. To be honest, this makes me even more embarrassed. But I don't think it's wise that I ignore their call.

I nodded my head and followed Irwan's footsteps to where his Mother's father was.

"Please Mr. Shaffa, Irwan. We'll eat." take Mr. Hasan. I saw him whispering in Irwan's ear, his tail occasionally glancing at me, making me wonder what they were talking about.

"Son Shaffa wants to get married?" A question I don't want to hear much less give an answer.

I saw Brother Irwan nodding his head, as if beckoning me to answer his papa's question.

"Come, Sir?"

"Lho, what's wrong?"

I don't think this question needs to be answered. Because I really don't want that marriage. Just because of your will, all this happened.

Seeing myself silent, the father said,

"Actually I want to meet with you to ask about the candidate of my daughter-in-law named Heru"

"Whose her, sir?"

"Oh yes .. yes .. I understand. Yes indeed Heru was one of my former men but now it has been mutated."

"As of now we have not been able to contact. Marriage is 5 days away."

"Oh*." Mr. Hasan nodded his head. He seems to be thinking hard. Back to whispering with Irwan.

"Come, if you don't mind, we'll take you to his residence."

"Yes" replied the spontaneous. Ah Father, why the heck is always bothering others just that business. To be honest, I feel even more ashamed of my sister Irwan.

"No need, sir."

"Nothing Shaffa's son. It's also for your own good. You should know about your future husband. Your father should know his future ex too. Whether or not they can be responsible for their children. At least whether he loves his family or not."

I was so traumatized by that night. So I don't think I need to know about her whereabouts or her traits. Because I'm afraid that later what I'm going to see is polish. To cover up his ugliness to me, as he did to you.

"Let's finish the meal first. We'll both get to her place."

This made me even more lazy and took away my appetite for a moment.

"Come on Shaffa, get eaten soon!" Bu Zulfa's call has awakened me from daydreaming.

"Yes, ma'am." replied Syafa as he continued to feed for a mouthful of rice, going into the mouth. In order to provide comfort to the inhabitants of my stomach. And most importantly. They don't need to know what I'm thinking.

Finally the lunch ended, although I could not enjoy the delicacy of the dish perfectly.

When everyone stood up, I could only rely on following where they were going.

"Sister Irwan." I wanted to spill this sadness on that man. Clearly he was nobody. But somehow, right now I want to get comfort with him.

"What's Shaffa?" Those words sounded soft and soothing to my soul. Or is it my dreams that drift in no direction, causing me to need someone to lean on, to be aware of the slump of a very fragile heart.

"Shaffa, you're in front with Irwan. Let me stay behind. Let your father be with Mas Hasan" said Ms. Zulfa who seemed to hear the whispers of my heart.

"Let's go in. Don't daydream." He opened the door for me, of course first opened the door for Ms. Zulfa.

We walked after Mr. Hasan's car that drove first. It makes me feel more claustrophobic. I wanted to cry and run, and I thought this was unstoppable.

I moved to the back and cried in the lap of Zulfa. I felt the soft caress of her hand like my mother's soft caress.

"Mom, help me Mom. I don't want to marry Heru. He's evil ...." Those words just came out of my lips. I heard heavy breathing coming out from inside his chest. Then whisper to me.

"What should you do for me." His words were so gentle and gave me the strength to shake my head.

Yes, I'm aware. There is no way we can stop your wishes. Perhaps only prayer can I say to the Powerful so that the Father can see a true reality.