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"Time keeps rolling and in every moment there is a story, as well as a life that goes on. Create a memory that is very attached to the heart, until one day someone comes to open the door of the heart that has been locked."
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A month has passed since Yafiq left Zahra, the girl seems to be getting better. And he was also very pleased with the good news from Alisha who was pregnant, while Zahra was able to accept everything that happened to him and had forgotten Ilham.
Zahra realized that keeping the taste to the married man was not good, so he also preferred to retreat. However, when it comes to Yafiq, Zahra has not been able to forget him.
Amid the heat of the city, Iklima is on foot in search of public transport. He had just bought a kitchen that happened to be running out, so Zahra decided to go to the market and buy it.
The girl was carrying quite a large bag of groceries. Zahra did not complain and continued to walk because the distance between the market and the angkot base was quite far so that Zahra had to walk to get to him.
Unintentionally, a man suddenly hit Zahra's body, causing the girl to stagger back and fall with her groceries. However, thankfully Zahra's groceries were not scattered and still intact in the grocery bag that Zahra deliberately tied so as not to open.
"Whoa!" zahra complained in pain because his body was hard enough to hit the ground.
"Geek! That's why if the road looks first. Don't play haggling, "reprove the man who just hit Zahra's body.
The tall, white man took off his sunglasses, and thrust one hand at Zahra who was still bowed down. "Here I help, it's very troublesome," said the man with a look of regret.
"I'm sorry, I can be alone" Zahra said, declining the young man's help.
"All right, just try it." The man looked at Zahra who was trying to stand up.
However, when Zahra wanted to stand up straight, the cloth under Zahra's long shirt was stepped on by her own feet, causing Zahra to lose her balance again and stagger backwards.
The man next to her caught Zahra's body falling back down. This succeeded in making the two look at each other.
Zahra who was still frightened even more shocked to see the face of the man who helped her at this moment.
The man called Yafiq by her instantly helped Zahra stand up and face off against the sky-blue hijab girl.
"He thanked me and called me someone else's name. You stubborn woman! Help is still being given. So, it's got to feel alone," said the man, staring fixedly at Zahra's face.
"Astaghfirullahaladhim's chat. Brother Yafiq why are you angry with Zahra?" asked Zahra who still thought that the man in front of her was Yafiq, her former husband-to-be.
"Yafiq, who is he? You're wrong people times," said the handsome man.
"Astaghfirullahaladhim's chat. Aware of Zahra, Brother Yafiq is gone," said Zahra softly as she lowered her head.
"Lo why? What about me, huh? Look out if you meet again," said Muhtaz—a man called Yafiq by Zahra.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" said Zahra, who was still surprised to see a man who looked very much like Yafiq.
"Here it is, forget it," Muhtaz said in a still upset tone.
"Thank you for helping me" Zahra said back and it made Muhtaz look at him.
"Telat" said Muhtaz and left Zahra who was still shocked.
The girl wearing the sky blue hijab was stunned and still did not expect to see a male figure who had a face very similar to Yafiq, from the slices of her face alone there was nothing different. Even very similar, from the look in his eyes Zahra also knew him very well if it was Yafiq, but it was not.
"Why does his face look so much like that of Brother Yafiq? But why is he so different?" There were a lot of questions in Zahra's mind.
However, before long Zahra recalled her shopping and had to go home soon, afraid that her parents were worried.