
Zeya served his cooking on the table. He served Albirru as usual, just no chatter as usual. Zeya ate in silence.
"I'm sorry. You must be very angry because you left you without saying goodbye," said Albirru started the conversation because she saw Zeya who was just silent.
"Nothing to forgive. I don't have to talk about that anymore. I've forgotten it." Zeya finished his meal and left Albirru.
He went into the room and took ablution. He opened the Quran and read it.
Albirru went into the room and saw Zeya who was reading the Quran.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes fixed on Zeya. Zeya was not unaware that Albirru was paying attention to him. But he just pretended he didn't see it.
When the voice of the Azaan isya came from the musala near their house, Zeeya stopped reading his Quran and took ablution again.
"We pray together, wait and take ablution first" said Albirru saw Zeya will perform the prayer.
After taking ablution Albirru led the prayer by becoming his priest.
Zeya shook Albirru's hand when he finished the prayer. Albirru kissed his wife's forehead which still felt warm. He took Zeya into his arms.
"Please apologize, Zeya. There is no intention to make you sad and hurt. I completely forgot that you were in the restaurant. You must be so rained that it hurts like this." Albirru's tears fell down Zeya's face.
Zeya just kept quiet. He did not seem to care what Albirru said or did. Maybe his love is over and frozen.
"Mas nobody wants to tell you and Zahra apart. If at that time you prefer to sit and be with Zahra it's because he doesn't know our relationship."
Albirru let go of his embrace, as she did not get any reaction from Zeya.
He looked into his wife's eyeballs, and there was no light of love in them anymore.
"It seems so hard for you to forgive the mistake you made yesterday."
Zeya smiled and laughed discordantly at Albirru's words.
"Already, mas. You don't have to say sorry repeatedly. It all happened too. It can't be repeated."
Zeya stood up and opened his face. When Zeya changed his clothes, Albirru looked at him without a blink.
Did I hurt your heart so deeply Zeya. Your body seems to be getting thinner. I feel like I failed to be a good husband to you.
"I'm going to sleep, is there anything I'm going to do?"
"Nothing. We'll just sleep, yeah."
Albirru placed Zeya's head on his arm. He stroked his wife's black hair.
"Tomorrow afternoon after I get home from work, we'll see the house."
"What's home for, mom."
"Home for you. I'll buy us a house to live in."
"What money is enough to buy a house."
"Savings are enough. Do you want a house like the one you bought for Zahra" said Albirru. Unknowingly he had injured Zeya with that remark.
"Zahra bought a house?" ask Zeya.
"You don't misunderstand me first, I bought Zahra's house from the money that was given abi and ummi for our wedding gift. They just add a little. For that reason, I will also buy you a house."
"I'm up to you."
I know and realize my current position, mas. Although I was the first wife but I was like the second wife of her status. Because I'm just you marrying siri. Your legal wife in front of the country is Zahra. He is stronger than me.
"After seeing the house that suits you, we had dinner at the restaurant yesterday again. We both want to eat."
"As far as you are, just. I follow" said Zeya and turned his back to Albirru.
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In the afternoon after work, Albirru immediately took Zeya away. After changing his clothes, Zeya and Albirru left the rented house to one of the residential developer offices.
Zeya handed everything over to Albirru. Although Albirru repeatedly requested that he choose, Zeya remained with his stance. She left everything to her husband.
"Tomorrow we can move house."
"Tomorrow it is not your turn to the house of Zahra" murmured Zeya.
"I'll be back at night, once our move is over."
Albirru stops her car in the courtyard of the restaurant, where Zeya meets Zahra. He chose the VIP room.
Meanwhile, at Zahra's house, Abi and his ummi Albirru invited his son-in-law to dinner outside.
Abi and Ummi arrive in their private car with the driver.
"You know which restaurant is good here, Zahra."
"I only know one restaurant. Mas Al once took me to eat there.
"Do you remember the way there?" ask ummi.
"Remember, ummi. The path is just straight."
Abi and Ummi set off for the restaurant that Zahra said.
"Zahra you've been married for almost a month, is there any sign you and Albirru will give us grandchildren." Ummi held Zahra's stomach.
"Not yet ma'am, I still want to enjoy my honeymoon with mas Albirru."
"Don't delay, it's up to God to give that belief."
Arriving at the destination Abi and ummi choose a table that is at the corner facing the door of the VIP room.
Zahra ordered the food according to her in-laws taste. They eat with gourmand.
While at the same restaurant there are Albirru and Zeya who are eating their dinner.
Albirru feeds Zeya. He ordered all his favorite foods.
Why are you so good like this. I prefer you to ignore me. If you continue to act this way, I fear my stance to release my love for you is broken. Lord, please do not waver again. I want to let go of something I no longer deserve defense and fight for. I am sure that behind all the trials and sorrows you give there will be happiness at the end, strengthen and strengthen me until I can get to the end of the road.
After the meal was finished, Zeya invited Albirru to go home.
With a definite move the two left the VIP room.
When Albirru and Zeya had just set foot outside the room, Albirru's eyes caught the figure of his abi and umminya.
Albiirru pulled Zeya's hand to leave the restaurant. But late, abi and umminya had seen his presence.
"Albirru ..." said Abi while shouting.
Albirru who can't dodge anymore. With a slow step he came to the dining table where abi and uminya were.
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