Zaara
chapter 8. the first step
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vroom...!!
vroom...!!
sagara's car left the cemetery, crashing in the rain which was still quite heavy.
they go home with a better heart.
"Zaara where's your home address?" ask Sagara in the car
"jl. flower number 21" Zaara replied briefly
hushed...
during the trip they just kept quiet without talking, awkwardness makes Zaara or Sagara just silent.
Cittt.....!! the sound of car brakes squeaking.
Sagara has arrived in front of a house that looks simple.
"this is your house, isn't it?!"
"really young master, thank you for delivering me" apparently they have arrived in front of Zaara's house.
Sagara opens the car door for Zaara,
"please!"
"thank you" said Zaara a little smile, then Zaara immediately walked towards the terrace of his house, before entering his house Sagara blocking Zaara.
"wait, Zaara, I have something to say"
"yes young master?" zaara's forehead is wrinkled.
"Zaara how do I approach you when you never want to get close to someone who isn't a mahram?" sagara's question made Zaara a little amused, very innocent, Zaara thought.
Zaara who heard being laughed for some reason currently in the eyes of Zaara Sagara is very funny,
you know his facial expression is very confused.
"young master may I ask?" zaara asked Sagara, and Sagara nodded.
"What is Religion sir?" ask Zaara seriously.
"My religion is Islam, actually my grandfather is Muslim and I follow a religion that my grandfather embraced since childhood and my Daddy was not religious at that time, and after he wanted to marry mommy, Daddy converted to Islam" sagara replied at length, After hearing Sagara's explanation Zaara's expression became relieved.
"alright, but have you done your duty as a Muslim" asked Zaara again.
Sagara shook his head, from small Sagara was never taught to it because his mommy was very busy even rarely at home, and when growing up he had to live abroad which could be said to be far from religion.
"in that case it is the business of the young master who has to do the duty".Zaara replied briefly
Sagara was really confused how to start and where but because of his determination to Zaara he just nodded.
"alright, since I'm determined to be a good priest for you, I will try" Sagara said, staring with confidence at Zaara.
Zaara smiled briefly, then she said again.
"have the young master better you go home, clean yourself lest you fall ill"
"well, see you later" Sagara first said the sentence feeling a little
awkwardly, after that Sagara immediately went home.
***
tap...
tap...
tap..
Sagara walks into his house in his trademark style, charismatic and looks very handsome with wet hair due to the rain.
"Andreas call ustadz here" Sagara ordered Andreas who had followed Sagara from behind.
"sir.!?. Can you repeat your words?" really confused whether it was Sagara's order now what else happened, the remark sounded a little strange.
"Call Ustadz" said Sagara flat, he will really learn from the beginning with ustadz.
now that Andreas' forehead was really kritin he was very confused but he did not ask anymore and immediately went to call ustadz.
"well young master, I will call ustadz for you" Andreas left the residence to find Sagara ustadz.
not long ago Andreas came to bring a middle-aged man, from the appearance can be ascertained that brought by Andreas is an ustadz.
tap...
tap...
tap..
"my master has brought an ustadz for you" bow Andreas.
Sagara stared from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head of the ustadz, then in a flat voice Sagara said.
saying if Sagara asked him to teach him but his young master's sentence was like a menacing person if not executed orders from him.
"teach me all about Islam, and if you don't want to then you will feel the consequences" Sagara said in a cold tone and even the expression was very intimidating to make the interlocutor afraid.
"sorry master before" said ustadz was calm, although the intimidating gaze of Sagara, but it did not make him affected.
"i will teach as much as possible but it will be useful if you are the one who tries, I will only teach you" the ustadz said calmly.
"i know it quickly teach me everything you know" Sagara said impatiently.
then they walked together to a more comfortable space to learn to teach.
tap...
tap..
tap..
they entered the room that had been prepared to study Sagara, seen a room full of books and also decorated with various types of luxury home decoration.
Sagara and ustadz were sitting opposite,,,
"well sir first of all I want to ask if you ever pray "ask ustadz.
"no" Sagara replied briefly, the ustadz just smiled and then he started the first lesson to Sagara.
ustadz was a teacher of Sagara prayer movement and how to take the right ablution, Sagara who was quick to understand at all had no trouble following the movement, but he had little difficulty to prostrate.
then he also took ablution water then he easily followed ustadz.
after that all true ustadz went on to teach Sagara to read iqro, here Sagara had difficulty he was really confused with the letter of the letter.
"akhhh.. is very difficult "for Sagara is upset he is really very difficult to remember the letters Hijaiyah.
it really makes him dizzy then suddenly Sagara stood up,,,
"today has learned enough we continue later" said sagara he was very tired to remember the letter.
"until here I used to be really dizzy, later I will call you again and relax I will pay dearly" he continued, Sagara did not wait for an answer from the ustadz that he had already left the room.
again the ustadz just smiled, the ustadz had indeed often experienced it if teaching people who have aged is of course more difficult.
Andreas said the ustadz came home,, and,,,
***
on the other side looks Zaara...
after Sagara came home Zaara immediately entered his house and immediately cleaned himself.
tap...
tap...
kriett...!! the bathroom door is open,
Zaara walked out of the bathroom, walking slowly while thinking about all the words Sagara still remembered clearly in his mind.
"hmmm...!!" Zaara exhaled.
today a lot has happened to Zaara, Sagara who came to him stated if he wanted Zaara but he doubted, the man was the person he met about a month ago.
the lives of both are very different Sagara is filled with luxury surrounded by many beautiful women while she is just a simple woman who strives for a better life.
but today the man screamed if he wanted Zaara by his side.
now Zaara sat pensively thinking whether all this was real now, what to do whether she should also open her heart but she was afraid.
"hahm..." Zaara let out a long sigh, she immediately stood up and headed for the bathroom wanting to take a shower and pray Maghrib.
"Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi's.."
"Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi's.."
after that he prayed, Zaara prayed that all his decisions would be the best.
"Allah is all-knowing, guide the servant through the path he chooses, strengthen the servant to always undergo Your trials.." Zaara's prayer raised both his hands, with all his humility Zaara asked the god of all nature.
"ammy..."
...ΩΩΩ...
"AKHHH...!!!"
in a room, a woman was tied up, screaming, screaming for help.
"keep away...keep on!!" the woman was cornered.
"you.you stay away don't come near" said the woman in the dark room.
"don't hurt me." the voice sounded heartbreaking
"please don't hurt me" he asked again with a sobbing.
I don't know what happened but there was a figure near the woman with a gun, the man threatened the woman to obey his orders
"i won't do that, I don't want to hurt anyone.hik.hik..!
"please let go of me." her voice sounded trembling in fear.
"AKHMU....!!
the woman was slapped hard by that figure, though,
again the man did something to the woman, but because she always refused he became furious and injected something into the woman's body, and took the poor woman away.
apparently the woman was taken into the test room, I don't know what happened next.
before long the woman regained consciousness but the woman was no longer hysterical she was even subject to listening to the orders of the man.
like a different person he obeyed all that was ordered, then someone else entered, seen a middle-aged man with a face covered next to him, the man's face was broken.
then the lights in the room lit up,,,
the...!!!
now it is clear that the one who brought the woman in was a man, a handsome, well-built man.
"Daniel has your work been done?" the middle-aged man asked and it turned out that the man's name was Daniel.
"yes sir, I have handled this woman, and now her tools have worked" Daniel replied.
"good" he said grinning.
"now take the woman to the training ground" he continued.
"well, according to your orders" he answered respectfully and then he took the woman away.
"Daniel after finishing immediately to my room"
daniel immediately went to the man's room
looks like a room full of paintings of pretty girls,,,
the man stood in front of the painting, looked at it sadly, and there was anger in his eyes.
"sir what are your orders" asked Daniel
"i always tried to destroy him, in various ways I attacked him" said the man instead of answering the question, he instead said such words.
"but I always fail..heh!" resounding
"the five years I waited for this moment, the five years I harbored this anger, I want to avenge my daughter's death!!" the anger was implied within those pair of eyes.
"eyes with eyes, blood with blood, life with life" he was rightly angry, implied a deep grudge.
the man was so mysterious he wore a mask on his face, even Daniel did not mention his name.
"but now that I've prepared such a big thing I want to make the family feel what it's like to lose a precious person" she sounded furious.
"now you watch his every move, the people around him and what he does, all of it you must pay attention to" he ordered
"good"
"do it all with your heart, for he is not a conqueror"
"good"
"just wait for Sagara Caesar Ardiaz I'll repay you many times!!"
***
Two Weeks later...
Sagara really tried, though,
he studied religion for two weeks.
now he understands how to approach Zaara and not cross the line, because Sagara knows if he crosses the line then Zaara will be disappointed.
for two weeks Sagara had not seen Zaara, he only contacted Zaara by phone.
Sagara who knows if Zaara does not have a cell phone, he immediately buys Zaara a cell phone and it will make it easier for her to ask news with Zaara, he misses her girl.
and now Sagara is on the phone with Zaara.
"assalamualaikum" said Zaara across the street
"wa'alaikumsalam" Sagara's reply still sounded awkward,
well Sagara not only learned the movement of prayer and others but he also began to use greetings to Zaara.
"young master what's up?" ask Zaara
"are you busy" replied Sagara
"emm. a little bit, now I'm still on campus" said Zaara.
Sagara was a little disappointed.
"what time are you going home? ask Sagara again
"about 3 o'clock young master, what's the matter young master, is there any important business?" zaara asked, hearing Zaara's reply, Sagara was silent for a moment.
"hello sir!!.do you still hear me! hello.." said Zaara.
"iya Zaara, look at three o'clock I'll pick you up" Sagara said and then opened his voice.
"huh!..." Zaara was surprised, though,,
"Don't...!! young master don't do that if you go to college then everyone will know" said Zaara, Zaara just doesn't want anyone to know her relationship with Sagara.
"Zaara why? why do you want to cover up if we're close?" sagara asked annoyed, he really did not agree with Zaara's decision.
"it's not like that, it's just that I don't think it's time yet" Zaara replied lightly.
Sagara just relented and he hung up the phone in a fit of annoyance,,,
Tutt...butt.....!! the phone was closed with a loud slam.
Zaara who knows if Sagara is upset he just smiles, a trait Sagara that he knows if the man is upset then he will immediately hang up the phone.
"childish" then zaara back to doing his activities.
the time has shown at 15:00, Zaara came home but when she wanted to get out, Nadyra appeared in front of her
"long time no see Zaara" said Nadyra, Zaara was surprised but she immediately changed her expression.
"how are you Zaara? is it okay?!" tanya Nadyra pretended to approach Zaara.
"well." Zaara replied briefly, then she tried to stay away from Nadyra a few steps.
"how are you, Nadyra" Zaara asked Nadyra how she was doing.
"i'm also good Zaara" answered Nadyra in her signature style.
tap...
tap...
Nadyra approached Zaara and said,,,
"you know if I miss you" Nadyra's hug suddenly made Zaara feel a little strange, but still Zaara returned the hug.
"bareng yuk Zaara ahead" invited Nadyra he immediately pulled Zaara with him.
"eum.let go of Nadyra!!" said Zaara tried to let go of Nadyra's hand, but it was in vain.
tap..
tap..
tap..
not far from them walking saw another friend of Nadyra's waiting for him.
"hi friend!!, look who is with me" said Nadyra as she waved one more hand.
"hahahaha.wah that's Zaara huh!!" rather they.
nadyra's friend's friend became laughing and then they greeted Zaara,,,
"hi Zaara, what's the good news, right?"ask them all to Zaara.
"of course it's fine, right now it's Lo" one of Nadyra's friends chirped in a mocking tone.
Zaara did not understand what they meant, Zaara thought.
"ouh yes, why did I forget that he became an old man's mistress" Nadyra's friend said loudly and they laughed together.
"hahahaha...!!!. absolutely right!!!"
"yes.. why can I forget that... hahaha!!!"
very satisfied they laughed at Zaara, Zaara now understood why Nadyra arrived well to her.
"what do you mean?" zaara looked at the woman.
"don't pretend anymore, we all know what if you become a mistress?!" said the woman lightly.
Zaara was really shocked how could anyone say such an untrue thing.
but as a result of the words of Nadyra's loud friends made people who walked around them come to a stop, even they were surprised.
"astaghfirullah"
"do not just talk later to be slanderous" said zaara tried to calm down he did not want to be carried away by emotions.
"no need to be holy, and again it's not slander if it's a reality, we all saw you enter the old man's car at that time and very friendly" said friend Nadyra.
Zaara really did not run out of thought, whether they all did it just to humiliate Zaara.
Zaara remembered who they meant.
"i was with that man, but he was not a mistress and that man was..."
zaara's words were cut off he could not carelessly tell if the man was Sagara's father.
one day Zaara was pressed he did not find a taxi or motorcycle taxi and he accidentally met Tristan, with Zaara forced to accept Tristan's offer to drive him.
but how did they all know that Zaara was not on campus?, Zaara thought.
"who? let's not save a man" by Nadyra's friend.
"hahahaha.." again they laughed with satisfaction.
"that's enough!!" now Nadyra spoke up and then in a soft tone she said.
"don't talk carelessly who knows if it was someone who accidentally met" Nadyra said.
"then." Nadyra's speech was interrupted, with a cynical smile she said.
"because Zaara was so good the man was tempted "he continued to make no sense to Zaara.
Zaara really felt humiliated now, even people started whispering whispers to her.
then Nadyra's friend threw an egg at Zaara right on her face,
"AWW..!!!"
"What Are You Doing!!" Zaara was really surprised
but the people around him laughed.
"hahahaha.see him!!"
Woosh...!
Woosh...!
one, two, three eggs were thrown at Zaara.
others follow Zaara being thrown with garbage and even spilling water on her.
Byur....!!! the veil Zaara wore became wet.
Zaara was really sad, she did not expect that Nadyra could do this Setega thing.
Arrived Arrived..,,,
there was a man standing before Zaara, protecting Zaara.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! DO YOU ALL NOT HAVE A HEART" said the man angrily.
"Niko!!!"and it turns out she's Niko.
to Nadyra's surprise, she doesn't expect Niko to protect Zaara.
angrily Nadyra said,,,
"NIKO WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING THIS CHEAP WOMAN!!!" yell Nadyra
"Our nadyra doesn't have a relationship anymore and it seems like I'm very grateful to have been separated from a woman like you" Niko said in a statement.
"let's get out of here!" Niko takes Zaara away from there, Zaara follows the man's steps.
tap...
tap...
Nadyra stared at the departure of the two with a burning rage, visible from both of her reddened eyes.
seriate....