The Marriage of Haram II
#03

Siti Nur placed the empty drink glass she had just spent on the table. The heat of the sun is still scorching. The reflection of the heat on the asphalt of the highway further adds to the sweat on his body. He lifted his body heavy and stepped closer to the owner of the stall.

"How, Mom," he asked. He took out fifty thousand pieces of money from his bag.

"No small money, Mom? The ice is only five thousand" said the shop owner. He was still busy pouring ice cubes into the three empty glasses in front of him. Siti Nur checked deeper into her bag. Some of the coins he found in the bag began to count.

"This, Ma. I'm sorry, there's just a dime" said Siti Nur. He placed the coins he stacked up next to the glass. The shop owner smiled.

"Yes, it's okay, Mom,"

Siti Nur stepped towards her motorcycle. He checked his cell phone for a moment. No incoming calls yet. Usually Milna would call him if she hadn't found him at home until now. It's two o'clock in the afternoon. It was the longest time he left home. He knows his current health condition is not strong to be invited to go for a long walk in a hot moment like this. But the wallet he found yesterday had been stored for too long. The owner may be busy looking for it. There are too many important things in it. The owner needs it most.

Siti Nur riding her motorcycle. Slowly he began to steer his motorcycle towards the road at the right corner of the red light.

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Siti Nur stopped at a large house near an electric substation. The houses lined up in the complex were so large and magnificent. He could see nothing from the outside. The high fence walls of the house with the whole gate closed, making it difficult to find out the owner of the house.

Siti Nur. He decided to get off his motorcycle. He began to look around. No one was in sight to ask. The atmosphere in those houses was completely deserted.

Siti Nur is back on her motorcycle. He then pushed it towards a large neem tree in front of one of the houses and parked it. He did not know for sure whether the houses lined up in front of him there was one that had a wallet that he found. Clearly, he had already followed the direction of one of his customers. He will only wait a while until there is someone he can ask about the address in the ID card. He'll have to wait. He's been too far riding his motorcycle. It would be a waste to go back without successfully finding the owner of the wallet.

Siti Nur grabbed the phone inside her bag as it rang several times. Siti Nur picked up her phone.

"Hello, where are you, son," said Siti Nur after sounding Milna from the opposite direction.

"Still on campus, Mom. Oh yes, Mum. Milna's permission today may be Milna's late return. Maybe until night, Mom. There is a task from the teacher. Don't forget to rest" said Milna from across the street.

"Now don't be too late, son. Remember, the doll should be the same girl friend,"

"Ready, Mom,"

Siti Nur. Lately he has been feeling tired so quickly. Just walking a few meters he was already very tired. His breath went up and down quickly. It is true, said Milna. He should have checked himself into a doctor. But with such financial conditions, he felt saving up for Milna's tuition was more important than his health.

Siti Nur. A black sedan car was seen stopping in front of the gate of one of the houses with a blue painted gate. Siti Nur tidied up the end of her headscarf.Ia was still waiting for the car owner to come out. At least he can question the address of the owner of the wallet.

A tall man was seen coming out of the car. He was seen pushing a button towards the gate. Shortly after, the gate opened by itself. Siti Nur still stood watching. And when the man re-entered his car, he immediately ran towards her.

"Sir," called Siti Nur waving. The man who was none other than Nazril turned his head. He immediately ran towards Siti Nur when he saw her body staggering like it was about to fall. Siti Nur shoved Nazril's hand when he could hold her body with both hands on the roof of the car. Breath gasping. His chest felt tight and he really had trouble breathing. For a moment he kept his breath. Nazril looked at him fully in search. The woman who seemed to be the same age as him, looked exhausted. He wanted to help her sit in the long chair in front of her house, but she did not seem to want to be held.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm disturbing Father. I just want to ask, maybe you know the owner of this card," said Siti Nur with a still breathless voice without turning to Nazril. He showed the card to Nazril. Nazril.

Nazril smiled. He sighed while stroking his chest happily.

"Alhamdulillah. It's mine, Mom. Thank goodness," Nazril said with a carefree face. Siti Nur turned her body. He took back the card in Nazril's hand and began comparing the photo inside the identity card with Nazril's face. Nazril smiled.

"Alright, I will mention one by one what is in the wallet so that you believe I am the owner of the wallet," Nazril said as he turned to Siti Nur. Siti Nur was silent.

"In addition to the card, there are two ATM cards and a blue pearl company worker card inside the bag. There is also 500 thousand. The wallet itself is black" Nazril explained in detail.

Siti Nur opened her bag. He checked the wallet in his bag. According to what the man explained. The money he had never previously counted was five hundred thousand. He was sure, the man in front of him was indeed the owner of the wallet. Nazril pretended not to see when Siti Nur turned to him.

Siti Nur looked back at Nazril's face. For a moment he was stunned. His female instincts surged when he saw Nazril's handsome face. Nazril thrust his hand asking for a wallet in the hand of Siti Nur. Siti Nur smiled and immediately gave it to Nazril.

Nazril checked his wallet. Five hundred thousand in his wallet. He gave it to Siti Nur.

"No, sir, no need. I have to leave immediately" said Siti Nur. He hurriedly left. Nazril immediately chased.

"In a moment, I beg you, accept it as my thanks" Nazril said ahead of Siti Nur's move. Siti Nur again threw out Nazril's hand.

"Thank you, I returned the wallet not because I wanted to get something in return." Siti Nur hastily turned on her motorcycle. He smiled as he nodded his head at Nazril. After that he immediately ran his motorcycle and passed leaving Nazril who was still standing staring at him.