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The Immaculate Love 27

Sherin was glued in silence. He knows who the owner of the head is now leaning on the niche of his neck. He knows who the owner of warm breath is now sweeping the skin of the nape. The woman immediately rubbed the back of Alarick's hand resting on his stomach.

“Are you very sleepy?” alarick asked after this action received a positive response from his wife.

Sherin shook her head slowly.

“Company me pray, we pray together!” pinta Alarick in a voice almost whispered. Sherin immediately nodded and smiled excitedly.

They perform congregational prayers, together asking for calm and peace from what is the problem. Revealing all fret-that which will not be finished told in various words, or written in thousands of inks-with a steady hand, to the Face That Has Answer in every disquiet.

For Sherin himself, having released all the thoughts that were lingering in his soul, through the chanting of prayer and dhikr, then the fortitude now feels present. Hopefully, this will be the case for her husband, Alarick William.

“Rin,” call Alarick slowly after he rubs the face that accompanies the sentence ‘Aaminn’ at the end of the prayer.

“Ya, Mas.”

“Women who met us earlier in the pharmacy, she mbak Risa, her sister Kanaya,” explained Alarick.

“kanaya? ... what is he .. so his name is Kanaya?” ask Sherin slowly. Alarick nodded.

'Kanaya, what a beautiful name. Must be pretty too'. Inner Sherin.

Kanaya, is the name of the past woman Alarick—according to the assessment of some people—but for Alarick, Kanaya is not in a time, anywhere, past or future. Because he will continue to exist, perhaps until he is no longer given the strength to be able to remember.

“Before I tell you about Kanaya, first I apologize, Sherin. If in the end I still can't delete Kanaya's name from here.” Alarick pointed at his own chest.

Deggs.

A throbbing pain radiated across Sherin's chest looking at Alarick's index finger pointing at his chest. Looking at the eyes of Alarick who did not hold any doubt in his words. For a few seconds, Sherin lowered her face. And a few seconds later, her beautiful face again looked up and swept a look at Alarick with a smile. And calmly he said, “Ya, Mas. I get it.”

Alarick was even stunned to hear his wife's reply, and saw the look on his face that was indescribable to any sadness at all. The occurrence of tear drama that he had been able to estimate before, it turned out to be nothing. Sherin looks calm.

“I get it, whatever you choose. I appreciate it, Mas. At least I know you've been trying. But there are indeed things that are beyond the limits of our abilities as humans. I understand, Mas.” Sherin emphasized the purpose of his speech, in order to avoid misunderstanding the meaning.

The woman had already arrived at the point of resignation. How will the fate of his household. Not because I was tired of trying and praying. But being aware that there is something that cannot be grasped, no matter how strong we try to achieve, if there is no written destiny of the Almighty.

Sherin also felt, maybe this is how God answered his prayers in each book and bowed down for two years. God always gives what he needs, not what he wants.

The resignation of the wife, it drowned Alarick even more in a deep pit of guilt. But he was also unable to rise from the lara that had ensnared him decades ago. Should he take the innocent Sherin in long pain. Isn't letting go of his wife, the most appropriate step now?

“Why out of so many bodies, should you be the one I hurt, Sherin?” alarick regretted with a stern look and a roaring heart.

“Do Mas Alarick have any intention for that?” Sherin asked back, with a gentle look sweeping across her husband's face.

“Not at all.” Alarick shook his head firmly. Really he has been trying to carry out his role as Sherin's husband well. In everything, it can. But in the "feel of love" he can't and probably never will.

“We just equally run his scenario ‘kan Mas? Him, Who has a story.” Sherin said that sentence so decisively. That is because he is aware of the power of the Supreme Determining, which cannot be opposed. Such an understanding will not necessarily be obtained, if it is not based on a deep enough faith.

Alarick was silent, for a moment his words seemed to vanish. Even his intention to tell Sherin became aground. 'This woman is so noble'. That was the only word he could hear.

“Tell me about Kanaya, Mas! As long as I am still your wife, it is obligatory for me to share your fret,” Sherin said with a gentle smile.

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Where is that, his voice for me? show me your existence, so I don't hesitate to keep talking about Sherin and Alarick. About Quinsha and Bayhaki Arfan, as well as the handsome charming, Rafardhan Malik, the famous artist..

hayukk I wait..