DESTINY LOVE (Ghea & Tristan)

GHEA POV

Hi, my name is Ghevana Salsabila.

People used to call me Ghea.

I used to know that I was the third of three children, my older brother Bryan and my older sister Yasmin.

Usually, the youngest child slalu become the favorite child, the most spoiled and the most obeyed his wishes. But not with me, instead I experienced the opposite, where I was hated by my Father, Mother and Brother, but not with Brother Bryan, Brother Bry still noticed me even though it was only a little.

I never knew what was wrong until I was ignored by my own family. I never wear new clothes or new toys. Everything I wear is a secondhand from my brother, Yasmin.

At that time, I was five years old, I remember a little while I was playing with my ex-doll doll, Kak Yasmin, I was playing in front of my house alone, I saw a car stop on a percis across my house.

Without me noticing, I was hugging a doll that might have been a little shabby watching the car.

A beautiful woman came down holding a boy who was my age, that boy was crying, I don't know what he was crying about.

"Don't cry, this house is good, Mama will fill the house with lots of toys." The woman said, calming her son.

The boy's eyes were fixed on me and I didn't know why I was still staring at him.

"Look, there's a friend who's the same age as you, Tan."

The woman approached me who was standing, she lowered the boy right in front of me, and then the woman squatted along with me.

"Hey pretty, what's your name?" Ask me.

"Ghea." Answer shy.

"I'm Monica, call me Aunt Monica

And this is Tristan's aunt."

I reached out my hand to shake hands with the boy.

"Titan." Said Tristan who was still slurred and returned my hand.

And from that moment I called him Titan.

The presence of Tristan and his family makes me feel like a new life, I have a friend for a lifetime, I also often play at Tristan's house.

At that time, I was crying, my family was vacationing abroad, they were going on vacation to Singapore, somehow they did not invite me and firmly left me at home only with my domestic assistant.

I cried, a housekeeper carried me and calmed me in the yard. From the outside of my house, Aunt Monica saw me and immediately approached me with Tristan.

"Ghea why are you crying, Bi?" Ask Aunt Monica at the time.

"This is Ma'am, Non Ghea wants to go with her Mother's Father."

"Where is your Mother's Father?"

"A holiday abroad."

It looks like Aunt Monica frowned. "Where is Ghea's sister? Why not take care of her sister."

"That's Mom, come with me and your mom." Answer ART.

Making Aunt Monica refute both eyes, "Then Ghea was left behind? What kind of parents leave a toddler at home." Kesalnya then took me from the sling ART.

"Ghea will stay at my house as long as her parents are not around, please prepare a change of clothes and take me home."

Aunt Monica took me to her house, I really understand her astonished look. Likewise when ART at my house brought me some clothes.

"The clothes are outdated, no other clothes?" Ask my ART back then who just shook his head.

Aunt Monica bathed me and dressed me in a nightgown she thought was unworthy.

"Tomorrow we buy clothes for Ghea yeah" said soft Aunt Monica.

"Buy Tan's clothes?" I asked at that time.

Aunt Monica nodded,

"Mother never buy me clothes, I usually wear the clothes of former sister Yasmin." I said honestly.

Since then, Aunt Monica has often given me new clothes and all my needs. My Mother's father at that time just closed his eyes and did not want to know.

I just had a doll that was really new just from Tristan, a cow doll that Tristan and I named Boti.

Years changed, I was a smart and smart child, I was always a general champion in my class and discolour, I also won the science olympiad representing my school, but it does not make my Father and Mother proud and kind to me, they still do not consider me to exist, I am only a transparent human before them, even when Yasmin's feet show off the goods she just bought, he said, they still did not feel pity and did not feel guilty with me.

That's when I ran to Tristan's house, spilling my sadness there, Aunt Monica defended me affectionately, and Tristan was beside me.

Gradually I entered adolescence, my relationship with Tristan just flowed, many people thought we were dating.

Even in High School, Tristan slalu claims that I belong to Tristan, Tristan often calls me with the call Ghe unfortunately Titan.

And only Tristan will allow me to call him Titan, Tristan will be angry if anyone follows my call to him.

Years we spent together, only Tristan knows what I look like and I know how ugly Tristan is. We seem to be indifferent to each of our shortcomings, until we realize one thing, there is something important than just knowing the shortcomings, namely the difference between us, our faith and beliefs are different, and our beliefs are different, it made us feel like there was a huge fortress that we could never tear down.

Tristan lives his faith and so do I, we don't seem to care about our differences even though it's real, our togetherness is just delaying a breakup without a purpose.

While many couples spend the morning exercising in a free day car, I am alone because Tristan has to go to worship. Sick right?

The farthest distance is not LDR, but different beliefs.

Ahhh, at last the farewell arrived, Tristan decided to distance himself from me, giving me the opportunity to be approached by another man of my faith. Each of us let go of the separation, and supported each other.

I remember, when I took off Tristan at the airport:

"If Titan comes home, Ghea has to have a boyfriend." Pinta Tristan at the time.

I shook my head, "Ghea don't have to date, Titan will come home, Ghea already married another guy. Let Titan nyesel have left Ghea."

"Don't say that dong Ghe, there will be angels passing by so prayer you know." Tristan.

"Let's go, who told Titan to go and not take care of Ghea anymore."

It turned out to be true said Tristan, the angel passed by and all my words at that time became prayer.

I was forced to replace the runaway bride. Yasmin's sister runs away and her prospective family asks for a replacement on the grounds of not wanting to bear the shame.

With ease without thinking about my feelings, Mother Vika made me a substitute for Kak Yasmin.

Maybe at that time I felt my life was destroyed, my distance was further with Tristan, but who would have thought if the marriage I did not want was the way of my happiness.

Mas Fadhil and his family were so kind and accepted me, Mas Fadhil guided me and was so patient facing me who was not ready to live the household. His patience slowly melted me, his affection that so paddled me made me feel comfortable that I gave myself completely to Mas Fadhil, gave his rights as a husband and I fulfilled my obligations as a wife.

Until then, I heard Tristan's return, Tristan who chose to return because he could not forget me, Tristan intended to take me out of the country to marry me there.

Tristan was surprised when he saw my changed appearance, at that time I just started wearing hijab. I saw a strange feeling in his eyes.

As Tristan took one step forward to embrace me, I retreated one step back to avoid it.

I slowly told her that I was married, at first Tristan did not believe me, until I showed her the evidence.

Honestly, I didn't have that at the time. But at that moment I realized that my feelings for Tristan were gone by themselves, my feelings were 100% my husband's.

The one thing I liked about Mas Fadhil, he was mature and understanding to me, allowing me to keep in touch with Tristan as a friend, though Mas Fadhil knew my story with Tristan in the past. But I can prove to Mas Fadhil that he was the owner of my heart at that time.

My life began to change, when Dad started being nice to me, he apologized for abandoning me for so many years. And gradually all was revealed, Mother Vika is not my mother, and Sister Yasmin is not my father's child.

My life returned to normal even though it was too late, even Mas Fadhil wanted me to move to Daddy's house until now I was the one who occupied Dad's house, the house that Dad bought for Mom and now belongs to me.

Time went by, I didn't expect it when I found out that Chelsea, the daughter of Tristan and Jessica, had my oldest son's heart set on me.

Tristan asked me to keep Zayn away from Chelsea because I didn't want to repeat this love of faith, especially only Chelsea chasing Zayn's love while Zayn didn't.

I spoke to Mas Fadhil, my husband. My husband is still a wise man, which is what makes me fall in love with him so many times.

Mas Fadhil asked me to give all my business to the creator, he chose to resign because nothing can exceed His power, the owner of the heart.

Six years passed, I saw the miracle firsthand, Chelsea his eldest daughter Tristan was given guidance through a disaster that escaped him from death.

Chelsea spoke to me directly about her desire to embrace Islam, how much I wanted, so that my prayers of kindness were chanted in my heart to Chelsea.

Zayn my eldest son finally completed his S2 education at Harvard, he returned home and was in the midst of our family.

Chelsea, there is a desire in my heart they are paired, I have no daughters so in love with Chelsea, with beautiful brown eyes, natural lashes, sharp nose with a slightly taper chin, so perfect combination of Tristan and Jessica face sculpted on Chelsea face.

Until I heard for myself the statement of my son, Zayn who turned his heart to propose to Chelsea without dating. Zayn asked for my blessing and Fadhil, obviously we approved after asking his determination.

With his gentle, Zayn single-handedly came to Tristan and Jessica to propose to Chelsea and ask for answers.

And here I am now. Being in a relationship with a man who used to mean so much to me.

Not as a couple of brides, but we're here as a companion to my son who married his daughter. Yes, we are together as a besan who married our two daughters.

He never hurt me, but we could not be together even though we loved each other, we did not match because we were too far apart, different faiths and beliefs.

Ahh, the beauty of our destiny, I was paired with a man who was more mature than me, who had always been my protector and was so nurturing to me, made me feel safe and comfortable at his side.

Thank you Titan, you have been in my heart and by my side, even though we are not fools, I am sure that this is our love destiny. Where I lived my destiny to marry Mas Fadhil, and you lived your destiny to marry Jessica.

Stay a good husband to Jessica, be the greatest Papi to Chelsea and Yoda.

Allow my son to make your daughter happy, rebuke my Son if he does anything wrong.

Let's be great parents to our Daughter's Son.

I promise I will love Chelsea as much as you and Jessi love Chelsea. I assure you, Chelsea are well received in my family. Thank you Titan for allowing my son to marry your beloved daughter.

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