Don't Call My Name
Happy Valentines Day

They both smiled and forgave each other. Then, tell me why Ray could divorce his wife.

“To be exact, one and a half years ago. By the time we had dinner ..” Vita began to narrate, “ada words my daughter who accidentally offended Hamidah. We understand him very well, and admit that our son is very guilty, because he should not have said that sensitive speech even though his intention was only to joke. Ordinary ... Young people like prank.” Vita smiled considering how bad her own son, Mauza. They were taught the same way. But somehow his nature even looks like the person next door. Dara and Alif, his sister-in-law.

“We have tried to apologize .. but it seems he still can not accept so there is a dispute. Well, starting from there, Ray and Hamidah had a fight. Hamidah leaves and Ray tries to catch up with him. But misfortune, on the way back, Ray accident.”

Vita continued, Ray was critical for one week. He was even treated for up to two weeks in the hospital, until finally allowed to go home by a doctor. He lost his memory by almost 80%. Ray is only able to remember his family and the people closest to him who often share him since childhood. His wife did not remember him at all.

Ray and Hamidah stayed with them during the recovery period. Hamidah faithfully accompanied her husband in undergoing physio therapy, occupational therapy and also walking treatment. His speech and physical activity are limited. The good news is that the victims also prefer the path of peace rather than taking it to the path of law.

But after a few months, Hamidah said he had surrendered. The woman complained that she could not face Rayyan anymore who could not remember her let alone treat her as a wife. There are also other things in the form of material and biological that is needed.

Worse, the woman does not even want to admit that she is the cause of all the problems. Though before they left, obviously everything was seen, the two engaged in a heated debate.

However, Rayyan's family could soon understand, maybe Hamidah was afraid of many things if he told the truth.

The two divorced one year later. It wasn't Ray who did it, but Hamidah himself used a lawyer.

Kyai Mohd's. Noor. at that time was very disappointed by this unpleasant news. But he could say nothing because he trusted his own daughter more as if she was the most hurt woman. In reality, not entirely so. Presumably, he does not know his own son who has a somewhat less well-defined nature.

“So like that, yes, the story?” Miranda responded to all the stories of the woman beside her just now, “ very, very dramatic once.”

“Yes, Ms. Miranda. Sorry, we even become. Actually there is no intention whatsoever let alone to feel sorry for us,” reply Vita hope Miranda understands the situation, “frankly, we are not feeling the most right. We admit our mistakes that may be less good at educating children. Understandably, we are ordinary humans who have a lot of shortcomings.”

This time Yudha said, “Once again, on behalf of my son, I apologize profusely to Miss Miranda, Mr. Ruben and Nak Zara, if any of my son's words are less pleasing. Although he was once considered by people is a young man who likes to spread Islam— but on the other hand, he remains a young soul who is still high in his ego. Please be understood.”

Miranda and Ruben smiled, and Miranda replied, “We understand. Because everyone, surely will not be able to escape the error.” They reflect on their past.

“What does that mean my son still has a chance?” Vita looked at everything in turn. But they don't realize that Rayyan's gone from them all. He headed out because he listened to the whole conversation of those who were indirectly blaming him.

“Emmm, how about, yes, Pi?” Miranda asked her husband.

Reuben smiled, leaving all the decisions to the Wife. Again, because they feel they have no right to interfere in their business considering who he is.

Curious, Vita also asked again, “Did Zara already have her own candidate?”

“Not really,” replied Miranda, “but if Ray wants to ask for it. Yes, please fight.”

“Rayyan to where ... again,” grumbled Vita turned to and fro looking for where her son disappeared to.

“Come out earlier, later also back,” replied Yudha reluctantly dizzy him. Let him with his freedom find out who's around. So that his memory can slowly return.

“Jeez, the. It may be a bit difficult because my son is very stubborn, although the possibility is definitely there..” Miranda continued.

“It doesn't matter if my son ... Ray has a family?” Vita asked again and reminded them of the status of her son now.

“My son is also a widow, Mom!” sela Miranda laughed, “try to talk from the first, tar I married the same time still ting-ting. Yeah, right, Pi?”

Everyone laughed when they heard Miranda.

“It's best not to worry about status. Not good same granny married equally in droves,” timpal Yudha who again makes them all laugh out loud.

Miranda had no problem at all. Why boast that his son is still holy and does not deserve a widower? Or his crude language, the former others.

Marriage does not have to be virgin or virgin.

Getting married is not just about having sex, but there are many things they need to understand.

“Tomorrow there is a chance at Ampera Restaurant, if your son wants to see my son,” Miranda said in the last seconds of this conversation. They also exchange phone numbers to connect with each other whenever they want.

So that night, before actually resting, Vita first invites her first child to chat about the meeting tomorrow. Even if Ray really intends to pursue Zara back.

Off.

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The next day Zara went to a Zara.co outlet to do her latest hijab shooting. Not only that, he also shot a video tutorial using the hijab to then be shared to social media.

In an instant, the post was already flooded with thousands of comments netizens who on average issued words of praise. Not a few also those who ask for prices, which Zara then directs to her online shop link.

While in a large warehouse, many employees have gathered who began packing boomed. Order after order they received without pause. That was his job that day. Not to forget, Zara also shared the moment to her social media so that she always remembered it at a later time. Because he thinks social media is the best memory.

Not intended to show off, Zara just wants to share happiness with others although it is still often misunderstood. If only someone else wanted to post the same thing because they have rights. If anyone doesn't like it, his mindset should be fixed. Perhaps there was something wrong in his mind that was always envious, hateful and spiteful.

“Seneng really, deh, look at your spirit,” Zara said to everyone who is busy working.

“Don't forget the bonus for healing, Mom!” exclaim one of the employees, “nginep last night also gapapa.”

“Okay, where to?”

“Ke Bogor?” Zara thought for a moment, “ya, please,” later.

“Yuhuuuu!!” shout them at the same time.

The message notification reads, making Zara shift her focus for a moment from them. Then read it as it turned out from a foreign number.

0858 666 777 xx: me outside.

“Outside? Who?”

Intrigued, Zara opened the top curtain to peek down. Precisely in the front parking area of the outlet.

“Rayyan?” The pecker is in the heart. “Where does he know my number, and my position here?

“This must be the work of Mami!” Zara.

The man looked up and held up the bouquet of flowers he was carrying up high. Before returning to the order;

0858 666 777 xx: flowers I send to security. And chocolate too. Happy day of love.

Ray pinned a heart image behind him.

Zara was surprised, I don't know who taught her to be this flirtatious.

“Ih, lebaayy!”

Unknowingly, Zara shouted so that it invited the attention of many people who were there who cheered her with slurs.