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Love For Maura (Galau Story)

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Maura with a flowery heart looked at the man who had just married her. Sometimes he stroked the ring that was coiled on his finger. The man approached her. 'My dear, now you're a part of my life. Not part of my life, but I'll give you everything.'

Beautiful smile on Maura's face. 'I don't know what to say to describe this happiness, ' Maura said, 'May, I ask you something?' continued.

'What do you want to ask my dear?'

'May I be free even though I am married?'

'I'm not banning you. You can do whatever makes you happy, ' concluded her husband.

Days pass. The happy young bride had spent a lot of time together. They made impressive memories in his life. Azzam, Maura's husband. It seems obvious that the sincerity of his love for his wife. Everything he gave to Maura. Either in the form of matter or something else. Time, energy, mind, everything.

One time the husband went to work out of town and left the wife who was pregnant with their first child. During the period of the overseas husband never forgot to send a letter to his wife. Just like my husband did. My wife did the same.

Time continues to roll the baby was present complement their happiness.

Letter to Maura:

You know my darling? What makes me tired? No. Not my job. Rather than holding back longing for you and our baby.

Reply to Azzam:

Do you think I'm tired? Tired of taking care of our children alone? No. That's not what makes me tired. Except waiting for you to come back.

And Azzam began to shed tears of longing. The days are long. Seconds feel like minutes. Minutes feel like hours. And next. Nothing can stop that sadness. He took a piece of shabby paper and black ink from his desk drawer. He wrote lines, memories of the beginning of his meeting with the wife.

I saw you again

For the second time

Blue silk circles around your head

You brought back my memories to remember

First time meeting

You have the sweetest smile

Which only I can see

Which you offer only to me anyway

You're asking me to feel what I think

And you show me what I want to see

And all about the heart…

The temple alleviated the bit of sadness that he felt. Back the desk drawer was open. That piece of shabby paper in his crumbs. Then, it was thrown into the desk drawer.

This morning, there was a letter from Maura for him. Azzam came out of hiding and took the letter from the post box.

My dear, I've been waiting for months for a letter from you. Did you forget to send me a letter? Or did your letter disappear on my way to visit me? I just want to read the writing from your hand? I miss you so much.

After reading the letter from Maura, the twinkle in his eyes broke into water that flowed on both of his cheeks.

The man looked. Not without reason he did not send a letter to his wife for months. He lifted his glasses while wiping the tears that disturbed his vision. The man went back inside the house and sat down and opened his desk drawer. Take a piece of paper and ink.

Long ago, when I met you

I can only hide you in my heart.

I can only see you whole from behind a dusty book

You were with another man then.

Now, you've become mine.

I can only hide you as longing in my heart.

I can only see you completely from my imagination.

Right now, you're with another man.

My job ended a week ago.

But I can't go back now.

I'm worried it'll interfere with your fun.

A piece of paper was squeezed into a lump. Then, it was thrown into the desk drawer.

Time goes on without waiting. Maura sent a letter to her husband.

My body is starting to weaken now. Sometimes just to stand up I'm not strong. When are you gonna come back to see me?. I'd love to see you there. But I don't know where to look for you.

Maura did not get a reply from her husband. For the umpteenth time he shed tears. The burden he carried was heavy. He takes care of a child alone.

For years Azzam did not give him news. Azzam continued to ponder in his sadness. He lamented his mistake of loving his wife too much. He sat on a pile of shabby paper. He took one of those shabby papers. Then he wrote something that became his heart grievous on the paper.

Usually you write my name neatly in the right corner of your paper.

At that time, I saw the name as not mine.

At first I tried to think well,

But the letter was definitely not for me.

I regret giving you freedom

I'm sorry!!!

Because it made me lose you.

I don't blame you.

It's not your fault.

Do you want to know, Maura?

It's all my fault.

My fault for loving you too much

Until I was afraid to take away your happiness.

Actually I could easily stop your relationship

With that man because I am your husband.

But, I'm not gonna do it to you.

I don't want you to cry.

I don't want to see you cry, especially when I see it with my own eyes.

Impressive thing, Maura.

I have had you in my life.

Embrace you, caress your cheeks, and listen to your stories

All night for almost every day.

Azzam just looked at the writing.then he stood up and opened the desk drawer.then, the shabby paper was squeezed and thrown into the drawer. Then, he again threw his body on the pile of paper.His hands were placed on the back of his head. Suddenly, Maura returned to her memory as a longing. The tears slowly drip. Youth again decorate his mind. The struggle to get Maura's love back teases her daydream. The places they had traveled together, returned to be sweet memories in his mind.

Suddenly someone knocked hard on the door of his house. He lifted his glasses while wiping his tears. Then, he stepped towards the door.

'Shortly, ' said Azzam from inside the house.

After the door opens. The person who knocked on the door of his house hugged his body tightly. That man was none other than his wife. The woman cried while beating her husband's body.

'You're evil!!! You heart!!! You left us!!!' maura said with a sling on her body.

'I'm sorry. Forgive crime. Forgive me for leaving you, said Azzam, wiping his wife's tears.

'Did you forget me? Have you forgotten your son? Are we still in your memory?'

'You are not in my memory.'

Maura fell silent.

'You are not here, ' he said, pointing at his head, 'You are here, in it. You will never disappear from here, ' he continued with his hands patted his chest.

'Why did you leave me?' His wife asked with a sharp look.

'May I ask before answering your question?' timpal Azzam asked.

'Just ask?'

'The 8th letter you sent!!! Who was that letter you addressed? It doesn't seem to be for me?'

'Show me the letter!' Maura Pinta.

Then, Azzam went inside to retrieve the letter.

'This, ' Azzam said as he offered a letter.

'This is a letter to Uncle Sam!!! I put a word of love in this letter. Just a thank you for helping me. Then, so you don't misunderstand me I made 2 letters. For you and to be sent to Uncle Sam, ' I'm Maura, 'But I didn't have time to explain to you about this.'

'This letter has tormented me for many years, it is this letter that makes me ignore you.'

'Why didn't you ask me?'

'I'm afraid it's going to disturb your happiness.'

'You think I'm happy there!!!' maura said she hit her husband again, 'You know!!! I can't eat well, I can't sleep well. Because you!!! Because I think of you most of the time!!! Is that what you call happy?'

'I'm sorry, ' said Azzam while dispelling his wife's blow, 'This misunderstanding makes us like fools, ' he then hugged Maura who was beating him.

'You fool, ' said Maura who cried in his arms.

'I'm the stupid one. Yes, you're right I'm a fool!!! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm not gonna repeat this again. It's my fault that I'm prejudiced by you. I beg you, forgive me, ' Pinta Azzam while wiping his wife's tears.

'Look at our son, ' said Maura pointing to his little daughter, 'He is the victim of your heart's pettiness.'

Then Azzam approached his little daughter and hugged the tiny body tightly.

'Forgive me, Son!!!' said Azzam with a few kisses for his daughter, 'Dad loved your mother too much to be blind like this. Forgive your father's stupidity, son!!!' she said while tightening her embrace.

Maura stepped towards Azzam and his daughter. He hugged his little family.

The misunderstanding is over. Finally, they returned home together with a happy feeling.

Finishes.

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