
[Do you want to end it?]
He opened the car door and headed for the other door in a hurry. Syamil looked very shaken, he even cried while looking down silently.
Laiqa was stunned at that, until Syamil looked at him deeply with reddened eyes.
"Do you want this marriage." Laiqa had not yet passed on his words Syamil immediately kissed his lips and kissed his lips gently. While continuing to shed tears, he even hugged Laiqa like a child asking for a sling on his mother.
Laiqa looked extremely shocked, thousands of fireworks might explode in his heart.
The emotions that he continuously released earlier, it was instantly extinguished with just this movement.
He feels very valuable.
Feel the tears flowing. Maybe all this time they were both people who missed each other but were hindered by each other's wounds. And the wall of the ego melts to water all the fire that had been burned.
Syamil looked into his eyes deeply.
"Do you want this to end?." asked Syamil.
Laiqa shook her head then sobbed back.
"Syukron . for sticking with me..." Say Syamil again.
Laiqa nodded.
"Syukron .. has said it all.Just take it out, leave it all to me. I'm glad you're honest to everything.."
Laiqa smiled tightly grasping Syamil's hand. Syamil saw that and smiled.
"What gift do you want..?" Ask Syamil.
"Your affection." replied Laiqa then smilingly continuing to return the gaze within her husband.
And Syamil kissed his lips back.
Shedding all the longing that he had been yearning for. To redeem all the wounds he had put on Laiqa's heart.
Akhwat, now Syamil can feel the sincerity of his love. He really is the owner.
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Elsewhere, Ahsan seemed to rush to take care of all the files and rest for a while in the mosque. Today is his last day at this Campus before the service in Aceh.
He even had time to teach a juz and prepare to go home.
He opened his phone and searched for some information on Instagram, but unfortunately a Story from someone made him stunned.
They smile.
And very close.
Although only an ordinary photo, but because it was a business that had been in his heart, and Syamil who looked very authoritative in the photo made him regret opening the Instagram application again.
He immediately closed his phone and rose to the outside of the mosque.
"Mas!.." exclaimed a girl arriving at him in a hasty manner.
Ahsan surprised. They almost collided if the strange girl failed to brake. Not only running with a black knee-length dress that is open on his brucat-patterned arms, he does not even wear a veil and grow his long hair in this Islamic campus area.
"sorry wudhu place, where are ya ?"
Ahsan sighed, huh did he not read the notice board there that this area must be veiled.
" I'm sorry mba, "Ahsan stuck his palms together and then pointed his hand at the board that said the area must be dressed.
"Didn't you read that? In this area everything should be dressed shari.." Ahsan said quietly and modestly as possible while trying to play her hand so that the girl understood without having to speak out loud.
His face was even flushed, both eyebrows were furrowed and both eyes were made sad. "Yes I know, "
"Then can you stick to it"
"Ohhh gabisa mas "he shook his head quickly. "Sorry this time emergency I have to buru2 ashar prayer!"
" sorry mba, maybe you can find another mosque.apologies for this pesantren area mba.."
"What time is it!?" The girl pointed at the glittering rolex watch on her smooth white wrist. " See this afternoon I got stuck there, and you told me to find another mosque? Whaaatt!! Ashar can't be missed in my life."
Sok alim, but not veiled huh..
"The MBA can walk or run a little, there's another mosque nearby."
"Ohh! So annoying! " the thrill then broke through to find a place for women's ablution and in the end hit several underclassmen who were carrying a pile of yellow books. The girl apologized and walked back quickly to the place of ablution.
"Astagfirullah the angel from where is it?"
"Istighfar.a very beautiful yes ..have long not seen that directly.."
take a few of those classes.
Ahsan took a long breath. This afternoon might be a bad afternoon.
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