Dear, Soul!!

Hay, I'm Salwa (2)

*Now the plot of the plot is back and forth. For this episode and one episode in the future will use a forward plot that tells Salwa is married, then the next episode uses a backtrack that retells the process of Salwa's journey until marriage. Sorry to make it so hard to understand 🙏😭

Because if you use the flow forward continues, Salwa's soul mate can guess directly 😥*

*Welcome to read again, thank you for stopping by and thank you for reading up to this episode 😊*

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Hay, I'm Salwa.. A wife who cooks I can't.

It was me who introduced myself to my new status. I just got my title as a wife three days ago, and I'm so happy.

I've been through all the times in my life, from me who was a teenager who had played the main role in the love triangle story, I who had mistaken the attention of my ex-boyfriend as an unfinished love for me and it turns out that at that time he was the fiancee of my best friend, until I returned to the same slump from 7 years earlier after seeing someone I had hoped for and longed to be back in front of me with other women who were preparing for their marriage at that time.

I gave myself a rush, forcing myself to work harder mercilessly so that I could forget him. It's just that my efforts are futile and of no benefit at all. I really did not learn from the experience where I should clarify something before taking an action.

today, ah not exactly about a month ago finally all my feelings of pain and grief were gone after someone came to propose to me.

Again, that soul mate is a destiny we cannot change. No matter how strong we survive if we are not fooled we will still be separated in any way. On the contrary, as hard as any avoidance if already our soul mate will be reunited in official ties.

Three days ago it was an affirmation that I was a complement to your odd ribs. I had experienced the complexity of the twists of love before it was finally tied in the bonds of Valid Love.

The name is soul mate, we can't guess. Either he is the person we first love, or the person who is only present when we are injured and may be someone who just passed by in our previous life. But it could also be someone we never expected suddenly came to propose.

The point is that true love will never be misaddressed even though it was once hosted at the wrong address. I just want to say, thank you for harboring your love for me, choosing me among the many better women and being ready to take on the responsibilities my parents transferred to you.

I still vividly remember how it felt when I heard people around me saying Sah after you said Ijab kabul for me. Now you are my husband, whom I prepare my life to accompany in joy and sorrow.

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I just sat there watching her busy cooking for our breakfast this morning. Ah he looks more handsome when cooking, but under any circumstances my husband always looks handsome like he used to.

"Yet, our breakfast is ready.." He said while lifting two dishes containing fried rice.

"Bahh.. Smells good..." Excited pleased.

"It doesn't just smell sweet, but it sure does taste good, too.." He said give one a bribe.

I just nodded to say his words after eating a mouthful of his fried rice. We enjoyed breakfast together.

"Sadvanced.."

"Hmm??"

"What should I call you?" My toot.

"Call me what? Mean you?" Confused ask.

"Call you Mas? A brother? or what. I'm confused.."

"She calls as she always does, baby.."

"Dear' call'?? Yesterday I called you like that in front of Mom and Dad, you're embarrassed.."

"My mom and dad call him that, but they're not ashamed. Mother-in-law and father-in-law also call each other dear right?"

"Yes, but it still feels like what if I call you like that a lot of people.."

"So what do you want to call me? 'My husband?, my lover?, or the father of my future children?' so"

"Ish what the hell, yes not alay so is my dear.."

"So what do you want?"

"What if I call you Mas Zahran?" I said nyegir.

"What? there's a Mom and Dad's gonna laugh even more if you call him that.."

"But that sounds good, baby, it's more romantic. Isn't that Mas Zahran?"

"Hehe yeah, it feels weird.."

"Why did you suddenly call him Zahran? Don't you think I'm Fauzi or Ozi? Why all of a sudden so call make my first name?"

"I want to change the atmosphere. I used to call you Ozi when we were dating, now it's married so I want to call you by another call.."

"There are you.." He said a little laugh.

"So what do I call him? Really call him Mas Zahran?"

"Hem.. It's up to you baby, you're comfortable calling me anything"

"Well, I've decided to call you Mas Zahran, hehe, it feels romantic.."

"So now I call you Mrs. That zahran?" He said while cleaning the tip of my lips that began to smudge.

"Uwuu ngedenger you call him Mrs. Zahran tastes so sweet.." I answered my own smile.

"You're sweeter, baby.." Fauzi said with a smile.

"Ah time??" My god.

Cupp.. Fauzi kissed my forehead. "I tried it, really sweet.."

Blushh.. My husband's crush early in the morning made my cheeks blush again.

I'm so happy, being able to be alone like this and sharing love and affection with each other. I forgot how much pain I had felt in the last few years and only felt my happiness today.

"I'm so happy to be like this right now.."

"I love you too.." The answer.

"Even though I used to be so hurt that I didn't know how else when I first met you with Afifah in the hospital.."

"Well, would you like me to marry Afifa?"

"Yes, I've been waiting for you for 6 years, uh when you meet you even want to get married.."

Fauzi stood up and tapped a little on my forehead. "You're in the habit of concluding something alone, I don't like to hear my explanation.."

"Yes how I don't think like it try, Afifah spoiled very much with you and you also snacked Afifah. Not to mention that you talk to me like I'm very relaxed even though I'm already nervous not karu-kuliran.."

"Haha yes, at that time your face was very funny dear, I wanted to laugh but yes just held back. I'm sure you must have misunderstood. But because of the writhing of your expression like that also makes me sure to return to you and ask you to be my wife"

"You can't laugh, I'm half dead so don't cry.." Reply annoyed.

"Actually I was also worried at that time, I'm afraid you really think that I will marry Afifah and you decide to stop liking me.."

"You know where I've always liked you.."

"There's.."

"Where is is Ishh?"

"Heemm. from your expression at that time.."

"You were bad then.. I was really shocked at that time.."

Fauzi got up and sat down near me. "I'm sorry baby, sorry for making me feel bad about that time.." He said while hugging me.

"What's the most important thing now is that you're with me.." I hugged him tightly.

I hope not only because we are newlyweds to continue to feel romance like this. But it will continue like this until later we have gray hair together.

Tong..

The house bell rings.

"Who's the one who's been seeing you this early?" Ask Fauzi.

"I'll open the door first.."

"Don't be a pity" said Fauzi. "Let me go". Fauzi stepped out.

I heard a commotion from outside, who this early in the morning has been visiting.

"Who's dear?" I asked as I stepped out toward Fauzi.