CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#60

Bismilbornrahmaa Nirrahiim

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidinaa Muhammad

When the door of the human heart is closed, there is nothing a servant can do but wait for the creator to knock slowly - the ground to open again.

The rain outside was still dripping, the smell of wet soil united with the stuffiness of the narrow room. Which is usually made a place to meet two family members. Sharing love, strength and longing. But the situation this time is different, there is no longing or a smile accompanied by silence.

Like a plant that was doused in heavy rain last night, Azam looks withered. Especially when he realized that Asha did not want to block his eyes at all. It was as if he had a dangerous eyeball like a medusa.

Every rain that falls on the zinc seems to be a reminder of the second by second that is taking place.

Azam breathed deeply, speaking even though a stone swatted his throat.

"How are you?"

His hoarse voice was distinctive, as well as his eyes tapered like spears.

"It's so bad"

Sahut Asha after being silent.

Presumably the woman would rather twist her dress that swept the floor than make eye contact with Azam.

Azam wrote a bitter smile on his lips, guessing where the sentence went.

"Not your bad news, but you look at me with all the bad".

The sentence made Asha look up, look at each other full of wounds and heartache. Also, a little hate makes Azam want to end it immediately.

Asha ducked back to hide her face, never knowing there was such a stern look on a murderer.

"Why should you do it if it makes a bad thing?"

Whisper Asha, there was a never-be-captured rage from that female.

Azam was silent, choosing death instead of explaining. It is not that simple, Azam alone with his bare hands will not be able to prove it to his wife.

Asha let out a breath, the silent Azam was so irritating. Not a single shred of defense coming out of his mouth irritated him to death.

Asha put her hand on the table so Azam would know how thrilling the reality was. Her pretty eyeballs are glazed - glass.

"Abang made my life as a stopover, you made my life as a fighting arena for your bitter past. Where Abang has offered a solid marriage but ultimately collapsed into the fire"

Azam wanted to grab the woman's fingers, but Asha brushed her off slowly.

"No"

Azam whispered, Asha's words were so painful.

Asha shook her head, her tears fell without having to show her cries to the person who gave her the light to be together.

"Azam or Gilang, I don't know who I should trust? Although now I know who Brother really is, but there is not a day I miss without asking. Who's the real brother? You have a lot of secrets, you hide everything from me. I should have realized early on that Brother never considered me a full-fledged wife. You never shared a story with me!"

Azam snorted angrily, but his voice remained in control.

"Forgive Gilang and look at me as Azam. Forget whatever it is and look at me as Azam. I've never divided you into two categories, whole or in part. You for my life, one. Although there are always blemishes among them that I cannot share. What am I supposed to share with you anyway? The darkness? The nightmare? My pain?"

"Anything"

Sambar Asha, the turn of his frozen heart. As cold as the snow-covered peak of the gusuh.

"Whatever your memory is taken away entirely, I want to hear anything about you, about your new life. Oh or am I just hoping? You just want to use me, right? As a tool to carry out Papa's assassination plot, a request from Brother's father?"

"That's enough, don't make me any more angry than this!"

But Azam did not sound angry at all, inclined to despair.

"Making you a tool for revenge is impossible for me. Never even once!"

"But Brother defected in the middle of the road___!"

Azam silenced the woman with a long kiss, channeling her grief. As well as absorbing his wife's wound, let Azam swallow it and die that very second. Dying rather than bearing the hatred of Asha.

They put each other on the meninges when the kiss was over.

"I said enough, you killed me"

Azam touched each side of his wife's face, four weeks without seeing Asha, making Azam almost an overdose of homesick in prison.

"Say, in addition to presenting your accusations. What brings you to visit me, Sha?"

"I want to split up"

He said Asha without hesitation.

"Yes, I see it clearly in your eyes"

Azam understood, from the first time Asha was standing behind the table. The woman's intentions were clearly drawn in both of her honey beads.

Asha tried to get rid of her sentimental feelings when Azam softly tasted her tears. The side of his heart trembled.

"It is true, as Bismil was bornrahmaanirrahiim then our love will end Shadaqallahul'adzim. I was so naive to say it with complete confidence to you. In fact my own heart is unable to fight for it.I want to turn it into Man shobaru zhafiran"

"Nobody can change it, even if you give a thousand verses and Hadith"

Azam rubbed Asha's head, taking her sincerity.

"I have always prayed before and after Ijab qobul for the promise of God that unites us in marriage, keeping you always as my lover, my one wife. For parting with you is the same as lifting the soul from my body, dhikr but not alive, walking but not breathing".

The man closed his eyes, looking up as if he was able to penetrate the sky - the sky of a high room but felt tight and narrow.

"For God's sake, I have no power to change the fate that has happened. But would it be crazy if I asked one day for a chance from you?"

"Wallahu A'lam bisshawab..."

The woman stiffened weakly, letting Azam reach her waist for a hug last time.

Hugging his wife, Azam did not expect it would be as fragile as it was facing separation.

"How much do you want this farewell, Sha? Do you really want to be separated from me?"

Asha closed her eyes, looking at her own feelings. But in fact there is no hope other than the shadow of the wound in the corners of his heart. There was no forgiveness or future with the man, Asha could not forgive Azam.

"I want a farewell as much as I hate my brother"

At the top of his head, Azam closed his eyes. Fetching every sentence Asha would probably become a deadly virus.

His feelings were bad, but there were no bad days he should regret. Maybe his life line should be like this. Azam was simply too weak to let go of Asha in his arms. After that, could Azam have looked at the eyeballs which implied a thousand loathes to him?

Asha felt a gentle kiss touch the top of her head, then stopped long above her forehead.After the drops of tears that fell in silence.

*Azam m*crying?

"Then I divorced you"

Azam dropped talaq Shahih, completely granting Asha's request.

The man took off his arms, marking the end of their love story. Their story begins with a desire to speak to God.

They stood facing each other, looking at each other.

Shortly after, three guards entered the room. Preparing handcuffs for Azam.

"20 minutes out"

He said without a base - stale.

Azam smiled faintly.

"Goodbye, may God always protect you"

Then the figure of Khairul Azam was dribbled in by officers. Farewells faintly resounded in the stuffy room. His eyes that were as black as soot as death gave rise to bitter memories.

Asha stared at the dull floor, without being able to prevent her tears from flowing back and making a river. Asha tried to dampen the sound of her crying, but the more she tried the stronger the urge.

Asha was stunned alone in that quiet room.

God, can he look at the sun tomorrow morning with a bleeding heart - blood?

When his love ends

When her story was over

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