Don't Call My Name
A Threat

78

Three days of enjoying a honeymoon in the Rainy City feels so much fun for Ray and Zara. Later, these good memories are what they will never forget all the time.

Like a couple of newlyweds in general, the first week of marriage is the unification stage. At this stage, each couple will be more passionate and romantic with each other.

Both of them want to spend time together all the time, like someone new to dating. Yeah, that's right, isn't it? They have never had a courtship before.

But those days are over. Because then, both of them have to go back to their places of origin to start living a real married life and start thinking about how to deal with the habits of the couple.

Also began to emerge the realization that each also has shortcomings and attitudes that may be unexpected before.

Just like Rayyan who likes to put dirty clothes carelessly. This is often complained by Zara. At one point Ray changed it. But what's frustrating is that getting into the hole is somehow only half. Maybe because the guy just threw and lazy to fix it again.

Zara herself has bad habits. One of them took a long shower. Rayyan was astonished. Actually, what the hell is Zara doing in there? Does every woman like to linger in the bathroom? How do men and women shower differently? It was strange, he thought.

This habit makes him often have to evacuate another bathroom if forced. Suppose you are kebelet or want to go quickly.

This morning, in a room, two career women were talking.

“I thought I'd gone home my room was done, Mam. Let's be a surprise, then. Eh still random,” said Zara because it is not comfortable sleeping another room, “certainly still long after completion.”

“People just finished yesterday. Then the placement of the closet all macems must be measured first so that they are in accordance with your wishes. It was magic that was just reversed directly so?”

“Other interior design is a lot, Mam,” Zara still protests.

“Mami has already contacted them, it is not good if canceled. Poor thing. Later we are considered PHP.”

Oh yeah, yeah. Inner Zara was soon able to understand.

“Mami don't work today?” ask Zara after a while. Both are now busy sipping a warm drink without a single man because they are out with their own interests. Mike has left school.

“Mami wants to go to the dentist,” replied Miranda, “mau scalling. You're not going anywhere, honey?”

“Ngak, Mam. Tomorrow only. Still tired,” complained while showing his sore waist.

“In the ages of your husband it is still very burning, his energy is still ...”

“Mami!” cut Zara with bulging eyes full of warning, “do not be too vulgar later there will be dread.”

But Miranda doesn't seem to care. They are both adults who understand this language.

“If you just wake up it stretching first, at least fifteen minutes. We are lazy, anyway,” Miranda shows the position of her son who is now even sleeping half stretched on the sofa, “life habits are not healthy. Even if you go to the office, you just sit all day. No movement.”

Zara grimaces, “Important ones do not rem.”

“Whatever it is, your life is not healthy,” Miranda repeated. The woman then got up from her seat and grabbed her bag that was on the table. “Mami wants to go now, you want to come?”

“Cute no yes?” Zara thought for a moment before finally deciding to come along. “Yes, I also want bleaching. Long time no wait?”

“No, Mommy made an appointment.”

“Shortly, want to change clothes first.”

Both got in the car. This time, Zara is driving alone because Heru is driving Mike to school.

They arrived there thirty minutes later. But they did not expect that they would meet one of the women who recently nudged the peace of life of this happy new family.

The woman was also waiting in line to have her teeth checked at the same doctor. Coincidentally, their queue numbers were in order.

There was no talk for a few minutes as they sat a little far apart. But secretly, the two glanced at each other and watched. Their personalities are equally strong so that no one wants to leave even though the hatred in each other's hearts is so torn apart.

Zara hates it because indirectly the woman has spread slander about her.

Hamidah hated and was upset that Zara had captured Rayyan's heart from the beginning, so he had no place in Rayyan's heart anymore.

“Ya, I!” hamidah raised his hand. Then go into the doctor's room. Only themselves.

“You don't want to say what's the same with him?” tanya Miranda leads to the woman, “mumpung again there is the same opportunity. Mami sure you guys won't meet on purpose.”

“I'm again a waste of energy, Mam,” replied Zara. He still looks lethargic because lately often lack of sleep.

“Fear he's macem-macem again.”

Zara thought silently. In the end, he did nothing either. Because the problem is starting to fade at this time.

But by the time Miranda was called up in the next order, the three had crossed paths. Right at the entrance of that practice room. Miranda did not want to miss this moment, so without the knowledge of her son she whispered sharply to Hamidah, “Your life will be much calmer if you also do not disturb the peace of others' lives. Understand?”

Hamidah had a quick look to digest every word Miranda. But he just went right after that. But make no mistake. His knees were shaking all the way home because never once in his life, he was threatened like this.

Unlike the woman in the doctor's room, Miranda said: hopefully Hamidah is not mentally affected. Yes, he only limited to threatening to keep Hamidah shut his mouth which had led opinion cornered his daughter. Because according to him, Zara does not have to bear all that.

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“Ngapain you cantank yourself, Zun?” mauza asked when she saw her youngest sister as busy typing a reply message.

“Ngak papa's. Can't you?” answer Zunaira, “kan this my mouth.”

“Yes, nanya,” says Mauza again sitting joined next to her. Because he was curious, Mauza also asked again, “you again DM-an same who?” guess, “don't-don't you already have a boyfriend, huh?”

“Nggaaak. I'm just a friend,” refute Zunaira with a headband.

“Lying, huh? I said Papa with Mama, nih,” threatened Mauza.

“We are just friends, plis do not tell Papa the same Mama ..” indirectly the innocent girl admitted that she was close to someone.

“Nah, tuh, right! Knew you...”.

“Cuma friends, Brother. Plis ... don't tell me Papa-Mama, yes!” Zunaira begged for fear.

“Tega-ego you, Zun. Older brother does not have one. Watch out, yeah! I don't want to go first with you. You can't get married before I get married, period!”

“We're just temenan, really. Suer!” Zunaira shows her fingers forming the letter V to convince Mauza.

“Temen-temple long-time so demen.” Mauza tried to get closer to snatch Zunaira's phone which eventually happened to fight each other.

“Sini ... Brother want to see you again DM and the same who. Don't be the same fucking guy! I'm a big brother who has to protect you from that crocodile guy!”

“Do Not ... Brother, no! He's a fine guy, kok.” With all her might Zunaira kept her phone.

“You see briefly doang, kek how the person.”

“Kak Za don't! Don't!”

Until then Vita came because he heard their commotion. Intended to break up. “Hey, what's up, this? Why fuss?”

“This, Ma! Zunaira has dared to pedekate with a guy.” Mauza complained because he didn't get what he wanted to know. Yeah, he's a little cranky, anyway. Just as annoying as his twin, Umar.

“Thener, Nak?” ask him to Si Bungsu.

“We're just temenan, kok, Ma. Just ask me for news. Yes, we are...” Zunaira was very panicked and frightened. I was almost crying.

“Who is it, son? Does Mama know?” ask Vita again very curious.

Zunaira. The girl was really afraid to answer because her position had indeed gone awry. Wrongly answered, not even answered.

Seriate.