Don't Call My Name
Ta'aruf
Chapter 40
“Zara! Can I have a little interview?” pinta the reporters who had been out of the wedding venue for his fellow artists.
“Just a moment, Brother,” his door begged.
Feeling unwell and not wanting to be pursued by journalists, Zara finally allowed them to throw questions.
“Mam, briefly, yes?” pinta Zara to him who always accompany her wherever she goes. Including this wedding invitation.
“Don't be long, Mam wait there,” Miranda pointed to some empty seats provided by the event organizer.
Zara nodded, she then turned her eyes to those who were now preparing, thrusting the camera as well as the voice recorder to highlight herself. “Yes, already, here aja, deh. But only five minutes, yes.”
“Thank you for the time, Zara,” said one journalist. Then followed by others, “Lamudang aja yes, Kak. Since when did Kak Zara decide to hijab?”
“Oh, this ... since Umrah,” replied Zara shortly after focusing on the long hijab she was wearing.
“If you may know, what is the reason, Brother?” another timpal, “what because Big Brother is going to marry a religious man?”
Zara smiled, “The reason is because ... is actually a mandatory order, so not because of anything.”
“What was Zara's response to the rumor, that Zara was vacuumed from the entertainment world because she was soon getting married?”
“Actually not because of that. I just want more time at home with my family. But if anyone prays like that yes, aamiin right.”
“Means there is already a candidate, Kak?”
As Zara had guessed, this question would definitely come out of their mouths. But he was always confused to answer.
“Not yet,” replied Zara again smiling, “later if there is already definitely published. Won't be covered up.”
“There is a benchmark age for marriage, Brother?”
“Ngak ..” Zara immediately refuted the question, “flowing aja. If for example in the near future there is already a candidate, already suitable, sure, then—wait what else?”
“What's he been busy lately, Brother?”
“Alhamdulillah .. many,” replied Zara felt no need to mention it one by one.
“Kak, there is a recent news that Sister was married to her own manager, is the news true?”
But Zara did not have time to answer, Miranda called him to leave immediately, “Honey! Let's just go. Sorry, yes, the media friends are all, but Brother Zaranya is very busy. Hopefully understood.”
The woman clenched her hands to some of the people who interviewed her daughter. And immediately leave in front of them.
“Reason, definitely because can not answer!”
“Iya, tuh. I was just about to answer Zaranya.”
Not a few of them are grumbling because Miranda took Zara away before answering their important questions. Ah, it's very unfortunate.
Once in the car, Miranda immediately spoke, “Luckily you did not fall asleep. If you slip later it could be blunder.”
Zara did not respond. But in his heart he did justify because he was a bit difficult to answer the question.
“Know, right, Mami meant earlier?” Miranda.
The next second Zara nodded.
“Mam is afraid that your condition has calmed down, later so many more rumors. Not that Mami is not happy you ever married with Facad, yes. But the best thing for you two is to close the status meetings that have happened. Because Mami believes Fasad also will not be comfortable his past skinned by many people.”
“Iya, Mam,” replied Zara without wanting to say more.
But by the way about the Facade ... Zara remembers her ex-husband. The last time they met was about a year and a half ago. That is when they sign the divorce papers.
Where is the Facade now and how is the man, he has no idea. Because the Facade seemed to disappear without a trace.
“There are several more CV taaruf sent home, one of them is Habib Munzir's son,” Miranda said telling his son who seemed to have no ambition to remarry after he emigrated, “you should read one by one later. Who knows if there is a suitable.”
But unfortunately, after a long time flipping through the file, Zara closed it again without a definite response. “No, deh, Mam. No one has clicked.” yet
“You're the sonorous one like what the hell?” ask Miranda never thought, “there are many, you know. There are already Kompol, specialist doctors, businessmen, his son Habib, people of the lower middle class also exist, if you really want the usual aja.”
“Later, Zara think first.”
“Thinking continues, until when?” Miranda started to get anxious with her son, “wait who fits mah, there will never be a match. Love is also not present if you do not try to open yourself up. Or do you want to revert back to your ex?”
“Who's ex?”
“Ex-husband.”
Zara just put her shoulders down. Even if they meet again, things will no longer be the same. So he never hoped again.
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Next day.
Zara was in a room that had many rolls of material. Dilate one by one the ingredients for him to choose to be the desired patterned shawl or scarf.
And this is what it's been doing for the past few months. Starting because he wanted to wear a hijab from his own design, Zara finally collaborated with fabric printing workshops and already had his own brand. He has opened a Muslimah clothing outlet (onfline or online) consisting of various kinds of women's shar’i clothing. Even his business has now penetrated to foreign countries and has many thousands of active sellers.
There was no prior intention. Zara just wants to look fashionable even if she wears covered clothes. But when he posted his changes on his social media page— unknowingly he had inspired many people to look the same as him. Tens of thousands of people asked where he bought the product. This is what made Zara decide to open the business.
Zara had indeed entered the office, accompanied by Mami Miranda himself and in the kingpin by him to be able to run the company of his deceased papi. But just one week into her work, she contacts a giddy seven-rounder.
Skill really comes first. Unlike in the movies he starred in, that a boss would just sit sweetly, receive documents to sign and occasional meetings in lavish places. Hmm.. it's not that easy as ferguso! Boro-boro can sit sweet, it can still be sane.
Being a director, in addition to having to understand the rules of law and applicable conditions, he must also have a good public speaking, understand the latest information about market conditions, prices and so forth. Huh, rue, mumet & jelimet.
Miranda was furious when she wanted to sign the power of attorney. Only now did Zara realize why they had not given her trust.
After being there for a long time, Zara finally understood that she did not have the talent. Therefore, he decided to resign and again entrusted it to Om Ruben.
Om Ruben also never said that he objected to this trust, while he could still do it.
“I want something like this, but maybe the resolution is less clear,” said Zara showed her doodled images last night to the owner of the printing factory as well as the designer.
“Quiet, handover to Mak Cici designer.” The woman who once had the family happily accepted. For the commandment of Zara is the rupiah coffers for him. Indirectly, Zara also once saved him from the threat of bankruptcy. It would have been a great influence on a Zara to many if the girl had noticed it.
“There's more to help, Syantik?”
“Not there like it. That's all.”
“Where to after this?” ask Cici again, “you are always neat, so I can not be different. You want to go or just want to stop by here doang.”
“Back, Ci. Many endorse submissions that I have not posted.”
“Oh, a lot of work, huh?" Cici nodded in understanding, "i was going to invite you to eat together at Sushitei.”
“Tomorrow, yes. But not a promise either.”
“Okay, deh.”
Zara resigned herself. He drives himself home. Do a photo shoot or video shoot with his team to advertise a product. Then the results are processed by the editor, then sent to the social media that has more than 10 million followers.
“Later the result I sent to email, yes?” an editor said before they left the back garden, where they were doing their activities just now.
“Okay, Sam. Thanks for working today.”
"I'm finally done with my work, so I can fall down."
Just now Zara was so impregnated, there was a noise from the living room. After Zara looked silently, her mother was receiving three guests. It was not clear who it was because it was visible from inside, they were sitting behind him. But, hopefully, they are a family. But that was not the concern now, but rather the conversation that sounded.
Ta'aruf.
Yes, ta'aruf again.