Don't Call My Name
Wrongly Assess

Chapters 18.

Zara immediately threw her fancy bag and laid her body on the sofa as soon as she got home. Not caring about anything else, she asked Grace to immediately walk away from her disrespectfully. His head was very anxious to think about where he should find a prospective husband who fits his criteria. But in the near future.

“I don't want to start out. Afraid of wrong choice and finally I was even used to him,” Zara banging his head in a dead end, “pusing, dizzy, dizzy.”

“Why anyway, Non?” tanya Bi Yati approaching, “if dizzy yes take medicine. Not even hit the head.”

“I want to find a future husband, Bi. Aunty has a pretty son or nephew, right? But who graduates undergraduate if you can.”

“Boro-boro bachelor, Non. The people of the village can still eat are grateful. Why the hell, kok nyari her husband impromptu. Has anyone sued him?”

“There,” replied Zara, “ada the destination means. So that I don't have to bother being an artist anymore... cavek.

“Married it first must be based on love, both his purpose is to worship or perfect half his religion, not because of treasure.”

“But I was forced, Bi. There's a Papi treasure that I have to save by the way I got married.”

“Try Non ask for more experience. Do not just marry without clear purpose, fear it will become regret. Marriage is not a game to play. The affair is directly the same God because it is related to the world and the hereafter.”

But Zara who had difficulty accepting input from others made Bi Yati stop talking. Because he saw, this girl had even fallen asleep with her mouth open. “Owalah, Non. He can quickly sleep. I haven't been five minutes by the way.”

Not wanting his employer to overheat, he turned on the AC and locked the main door so that his sleep was not disturbed.

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“Where? Comfortable sleeping today, Dah?” tanya Umi Tatum at the time they had breakfast, “definitely not,” kekeh him.

Rayyan smiled stiffly. Although his intentions were only joking, but there was a sense of annoyance in his heart. Because this is not worth the use of joking materials. The husband and wife relationship is the most secret affair because the Apostle forbids anyone to say it—from one mouth to another. Because it was the same as being deliberately naked in front of them.

Seen Kyai Mohd Noor nudging his wife with elbows, “Sstt.”

“Just kidding, Abi,” replied his wife responded to this.

Hamidah himself only faintly smiled as he put food on the plate of a man who had only one day become her husband.

“Tumben this early you're ready, son,” said Abi looking at his daughter's unusual clothes. Because if at home, Hamidah only wear house clothes. Not a dress like the one he's wearing right now.

“We want to buy furniture for his new apartment Kak Ray, Abi.”

“Our apartment,” Rayyan straightened out his wife's sentence.

“Do you guys not want to stay here longer?” Abi asked again.

“Maybe our child is more comfortable staying together, Bi,” said Umi Tatum.

Rayyan interrupted, “We just don't want to trouble you guys. Because now, Hamidah is my responsibility, Abi, Umi..”.

“Actually no one feels bothered because you are our child. After all, Hamidah was the only daughter Abi had. But if your decision wants to remain independent, we will support,” Abi said wisely, “but if you need help, do not hesitate to ask for help.”

“Siap Abi thank you. God willing that for now we can do it alone.”

“Alright, may you be facilitated in any case.”

That afternoon, the two headed to a nearby furniture and home decor store, then sorted out what they needed to move to their own apartment.

“You want this bed, or this?” ask Hamidah on a large bed set that is king size or 200x200.

“Don't be too big, my apartment is small. Medium size only let our room later can be more empty space.”

“But than we buy again, Brother. In the future we will definitely need it because we will have children.”

“The problem, our apartment is small. This bed is eating too much place.”

“But I want this one, Brother," Hamidah denied and then turned his attention to the store clerk, "Ah, never mind, I chose this one, Ma'am. Please note.”

Rayyan was stunned, she felt disrespected as a husband. Therefore, he was more silent because he did not want to be treated like that anymore. I guess .. don't ask again. He was so ashamed of everyone who looked at him. Because he is very respected by everyone wherever he is—but here, he is looked upon by his own wife.

“You just buy everything you want. I wait there,” Rayyan pointed to the waiting chair. Taking a moment is the right way to dampen emotions.

“Just for a moment you are tired,” said Hamidah makes Rayyan impregnated, more precisely tired with your work. Because he wants to arrange everything himself without wanting to involve him in buying their needs both. “Ya already if you want to go there. Anyway you got it sorted out, okay?”

Rayyan nodded. Then go where he wants, which is sitting on a long sofa provided by the public for those who wait like him. Let Hamidah choose for himself what he will, for he considers himself best aware of their needs.

But before long, his eyes were fixed on a television hanging on the wall. Actually, it's not that thing he wants to see—but a screen picture that shows the figure of Zara Angel in a podcast. There, Zara Angel sat in front of the interviewer with both eyeballs glittering. Like water bubbles.

“At the time of the incident, what were you doing and who were you with at the time?”

“I and my manager at the time were in the Hotel room. But not inside as reported to some media. Because exactly we were chatting in another room, because the type of room provided by the agency was the presidential suite type. It just so happened that the police confirmed it recently. There, the video,” Zara explained calmly and very clearly. These interviewers are known to be very good and do not seem to pressure their interlocutors so they do not feel intimidated. Maybe this is why Zara wanted to be present in this place.

Zara also said that at the same time during the raid, they were taken to the police station with a man who was recently known to be a muncikari. Yes, he found out afterwards when examined by the investigation team.

“Good. But, do you know, why meet there? Can't you meet at the office or somewhere else?”

“We have also communicated with the party there and tried to reject it because we assume, this is too excessive if only to hold a meeting. But they said they would arrive longer because suddenly there was very important business. So the initiative to book the room," said Zara waiting for a moment, "which makes us believe that it's true they—this number they have often used to contact us through Grace, my manager.”

“Then after this incident, did they admit that it was their doing?”

Zara shook her head, “This makes me suspect is a trap.”

“What do you want to do after knowing who the real culprit is?”

“I do not know and do not want to find out who the person is for the sake of a calmness.” Zara smiled. “I assume this issue is over and no need for anything to be discussed again. And I thought, I wouldn't explain it anywhere except here.”

The ceremony is smiling. Looked proud of the event he brought, “After the incident, how did the people around you respond?”

“That must be different. But like whatever they are now, I don't care because he who knows me, will definitely stay beside me.”

“I'm sure you are a strong woman, firm and very great in the face of a problem.” The interviewer praised him sincerely.

Impressions changed to other news, leaving the anxiety of a man who was staring at him in distress. Rayyan thought that what Zara had said just now was a truth—seen from the look in her eyes that implied an excruciating sadness of pain. If so, has he been misjudging?

Wrong, he never asked the news himself before he also judged him like other humans.