Cinta Ilham & Zahra
MCIDZS. 31 # Mistake Thinking of Being Ashamed

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"Not all things can be done easily, what we think is easy is not necessarily easy because it has not tried it. But preferably, if you have tried it would be easy as long as you learn."

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After Muhtaz managed to take Zahra's sandals back, he also seemed very upset. Again he again lost to the girl, but he initially deliberately wanted to make Zahra distress and confusion. However, it was far different from what he wanted, quite the opposite. He himself had to come back to help her.

Until now, the upset face of Muhtaz is still clearly visible by Zahra. Even at this time, Muhtaz still showed his regret to Zahra while giving his sandals back.

"Now, you can be difficult" Muhtaz said, giving the sandal to Zahra.

Zahra also just smiled widely and held back her frustration. "Hem, thank you, Brother Muhtaz," he said not in accordance with his current feelings.

"Huh, what did you say? A brother? I'm not a meatball! Indiscriminately call Abang, handsome gini spelled Abang," said Muhtaz arrogantly.

"Company" said Zahra who went straight from the presence of Muhtaz.

"Let me, love me." Muhtaz realized again that Zahra should help him sweep, then he called her back, "Heh, blue hijab girl! Wait, you have to help me sweep this page!" he shouted very loudly.

Zahra stopped and looked back at Muhtaz. "Jain alone, I still have a lot of work in the kitchen" he said with a faint smile and a little laugh.

"Well, you don't do that. Help me heh!" muhtaz shouted back and Zahra still refused.

"No way" replied Zahra, who had gone far away from Muhtaz, so that he could no longer hear the man's screams.

"Basic fucking chick! If it is not Ustaz Hasan's son, I've been a Jewer tuh son," Muhtaz grumbled by taking a broomstick. Finally, Muhtaz swept the mosque yard with a forced and very upset.

On the other hand, Zahra was seen in the kitchen and helping her cook food for breakfast this morning. Unwittingly by Zahra, Ummi Hanum watches him uncharacteristically. His eyes were indeed staring at Zahra's face, but his thoughts were another.

It seems that Ummi Hanum saw the change of her daughter. WHERE who is usually always moody and often silent, has now returned to being very warm and smiling a lot.

"Well, how come Ummi liahatin keeps me? What's wrong, Mi? tanya Zahra had started to feel that uminya had been paying attention to him.

"Emm. Ummi was just smiling just look at Zahra like this," replied Ummi Hanum smiling.

Zahra smiled, then looked at Ummi Hanum's face attentively. "Ummi does not need to worry anymore about Zahra yes, Zahra is now no papa," said Zahra who already knows more about what the ummiya think.

"Stay like this, Ra. Ummi was happy to see it," Ummi Hanum said with great joy.

"Yes, Mi. God willing," replied Zahra no less happy than Ummi Hanum. Looking at the very happy Umminya, Zahra felt the same way.

When it was time for breakfast, Muhtaz was back at Ustaz Hasan's house with his family. He was deliberately called by Ustaz Hasan for breakfast because Muhtaz already he considered as his son and responsibility, so he was very attentive to him.

The rest, the face of the young man was already very similar to Zahra's future husband who was rumored to have died. However, until now there has been no news about the certainty of the young man, even though it has been more than three months since his departure.

"Emm, Ustaz Ustaz's wife's cooking is delicious. Pinter cooks, right in the tongue," praise Muhtaz as he feeds food into his mouth.

Ustaz Hasan and Umm Hanum smiled, but Zahra remained silent. However, after that Ustaz Hasan did not remain silent, he answered the praise of Muhtaz.

"Yes, my wife is good at cooking. However, this time the cook is Zahra, my wife just help him," said Ustaz Hasan who immediately made Muhtaz gawking, disbelief and very surprised.

"Is that really Ustaz? That blue hijab lady is cooking?" Muhtaz looked at Zahra and the girl just lowered her head.

"Yes, Son. Zahra's cooking today, Ummi just helped a little. Kan Zahra is also the one who said he wanted to cook today," said Ummi Hanum who increasingly made Muhtaz surprised. In fact, he even choked on his food.

"Check, uhuk. Air-water," the Muhtaz pinta directly given by Ustaz Hasan.

"Huh, thank you Ustaz." Muhtaz returned to eating his food very well. In addition, he also wanted to avoid his embarrassment that had been mistaken and Zahra could fly his praise, he thought.

"Together, next time be careful. Don't rush to eat, there's plenty. If you want, there's no need to rush." Ustaz Hasan smiled at Muhtaz, the answer was even more embarrassing Muhtaz.

"Yes Ustaz" he replied with a mediocre attitude, but he was very embarrassed.

Another case with Zahra, he just smiled at the behavior of Muhtaz like that. A man who always considered right and confident, now looks shy like a person who is embarrassed. It is shame again.

A few minutes later, the breakfast was over and Zahra was done. Continuing to wash the dirty dizziness, while Muhtaz came out with Ustaz Hasan. Enjoy the morning air in the front seat of the house.

Instantly Muhtaz felt the calmness of being there, as if everything he had ever felt and experienced. Inexplicably also Muhtaz felt that he had been very familiar with the place he was now, the house of Ustaz Hasan. Everything is no longer foreign.

"Muhtaz," called Ustaz Hasan who was beside him.

"Are you getting comfortable here? Does Ustaz make you depressed?" ask Ustaz Hasan carefully.

Muhtaz who was enjoying the morning atmosphere while closing his eyes, immediately opened his eyes again and answered a question from Ustaz Hasan.

"No, Ustaz, I think it's more comfortable here than in the city. The atmosphere was calm and serene, peaceful without much thought. Just try if at home, every day should be horrified to scold Mama, continue again Papa often nasehatin me. Add more dizziness," replied Muhtaz honestly.

He also consciously said it all to Ustaz Hasan, even though it was personal, a family matter. However, Ustaz Hasan did not just deny or apply what kind of Muhtaz, because he also knew that Muhtaz was telling his life problems and it was not kidding.