Tiba Khitbah
Curiosity

"Alright, Miss, then I'll excuse you."

The nurse rushed out of Zahra's room with a face that seemed to want to complain to her mother. However, I did not think of anything because the most important thing now is that he just prepares to go to the office before the business hours begin.

Yes, the clock on the wall has shown at seven o'clock in the morning, the time when Zahra must immediately leave for the office because the distance of her home with the office is about twenty-five minutes.

With slow footsteps and bismillah, Zahra came out of her room after eating breakfast and taking the medicine provided by the nurse for her, hope he can have tremendous energy and energy to face today.

"Zahra, where are you going?"

The loud and loud speech made Zahra stop her steps.

Zahra turned her back, with an excited smile the beautiful girl looked at her mother's face, trying to keep her cool so as not to have an uproar this morning, because his father would not be able to calm his son and wife if there was a big fight between Zahra and ummi, because abi must have gone to the office.

"Ummi," said Zahra gently with a thin smile that looked sweet.

"Where are you going?"

Like a prisoner locked up in a prison, ummi Fatimah seemed not to allow Zahra to take my foot out of their house.

The attitude of Ummi Fatimah is indeed much different now, until Zahra chose to turn her body back, stepping into the garage of the house to take her favorite motorcycle.

"Zahra, are you really going to run away and leave this house?" ummi Fatimah shouted loudly and louder, filled with emotion.

Zahra's blood began to boil, the girl's self burned to the point of wanting to explode, but she chose to remain calm so as not to let out words of pearl that would hurt her mother's heart and feelings.

"Zahra, you can't go anywhere!"

Umm Fatimah continued to shout and forbid the princess to leave the house, even though the intention of the princess now just want to go to the office not to run away from their home.

The clothes I wear do not make Ummi Fatimah believe that she will go to the office to work.

"Zahra, didn't you hear what Mama said?" yelled ummi Fatimah who now does not ignore Zahra.

Zahra rode her favorite motorcycle and rode it at high speed so that she would no longer listen to her mother's babbling voice.

Zahra also knew very well that his current attitude was an act of disobedience because it was not obedient to parents, but the beautiful girl really did not want to be at home because of the innate emotions alone, because of the innate emotions, moreover, the man named ustadz Fahri will definitely come again to their home if the mother still hears Zahra is sick and lying weak in bed.

"What exactly was Ummi thinking? Why would Ummi force his own will without caring about my heart and my feelings?"

On top of the motor Zahra nagged, revealing the grunts and contents of Zahra's heart, so that this feeling felt a little more relieved. Even Zahra repeated the same words so many times that he did not feel until he arrived at the office.

Zahra parked her bike, then walked slowly to her study. Although the body felt weak, with the remaining energy, the beautiful girl tried to give her best smile to her colleagues, because she did not want to show her problems and sadness to others.

"Good morning, Princess Zahra," Amanda said, embracing her best friend's shoulder.

"For Amanda," Zahra answered excitedly, smiling at the friend who was beside her. Yes, that sweet smile that did radiate happiness to someone who looked at her.

Zahra shook her head with a faint smile because for now I'm not telling Amanda anything.

"Seriously it's okay, Zahra?" ask Amanda again.

"Yes, Manda, I have lied to you before" Zahra replied to end Amanda's question.

"Oh yes, until you forget, you are called Mr. Subroto to his room now!" said Amanda with a face that suddenly changed, even the smile that originally expanded from her lips immediately shrieked as if there was a big problem that would happen.

There is a sense of disrespect in Zahra because the boss does not usually call him in the morning, even though it feels like all the work he has done well last night.

"Manda, a-da a-pa huh?" asked Zahra stammering while scratching her head which was not itchy at all.

"I don't know either, you just go there now to get the answer."

Amanda pulled Zahra's hand to the front door of Mr. Broto's office, then pushed her body slowly so as not to hesitate to enter her superior's room.

"Zahra, have you come? Let's in?" greet Mr. Broto friendly with a thin smile that looks excited this morning.

While Zahra was still in a state of shock, he forgot to say hello.

"Assalamualaikum, good morning, sir," said Zahra softly while giving a smile back to her superior.

Yes, the middle-aged man who was the same age as his father was very good to Zahra, he also helped a lot and gave valuable lessons for the world of work, so he felt grateful to have been his subordinate.

"Waalaikumsalam, Zahra, please sit down!"

Mr. Subroto invited to sit in his guest chair. A soft sofa that feels very comfortable.

A few minutes later, Mr. Broto's personal secretary delivered drinks and pastries for them to enjoy.

"Please drink first, Zahra," said Mr. Broto kindly.

"Thank you very much, sir."

Zahra picked up her drinking glass while inhaling the aroma of hot green tea that refreshed the girl's mind. It feels that the aroma gives positive energy and kindness to the beautiful girl, so that this mood becomes better than before.

Verily, the Lord is so just, so Powerful, so Merciful, so Merciful, that the Lord sends good men to uproot a little bit of sorrow in the heart of Zahra. Yes, although the destiny that Zahra is living now makes it oscillate and lost direction, but it could be that something he doesn't like is good for Zahra and it could be that something he likes is not good for him.

"Zahra, may I ask you about your personal affairs?"

The opening words that Mr. Broto uttered when the hands of the beautiful girl who was none other than his trusted employee began to put a cup on the table.

"May, sir," Zahra replied briefly with a brain that began to think things through.

"Sorry before, Zahra, does Zahra currently have a candidate?"