DEW PURITY

Rafa's Daydream

RAFAN POV

A few days after my arrival, in one of the biggest shopping malls in my hometown. The first time I saw you, the veiled woman who knocked on my heart's door. I saw you standing inside one of the biggest shops in that shopping mall. The shop that happens to belong to the Adiputra family. Such a distinguished and wealthy family in my hometown. A family that is so generous in the eyes of many.

I see you standing in worry among the many luxurious and expensive games. But somehow I was stunned to see your simple appearance? The game you wear, not comparable to the game in this store. Your simple appearance does not reveal your true self. Unusual status and not everyone has it. Luxury that seems to intentionally want you to cover in simplicity. But your two beautiful eyeballs, as if to show the coolness and shade stored behind the veil. The beautiful smile that you hide, to drive away the hungry eyes of the people of Adam. Including myself who is interested in your manners. Though I never saw your face. But my heart believes, you have a beautiful face that emanates clearly from the heart.

I keep seeing you worry about choosing. I don't know who you picked the game for? Obviously confusion in choosing, not because of the price. But because the model is too much and afraid not to fit the recipient of the gift. With a firm step I approached you. I chose one that I think is simple, but very elegant when used by parents. Honestly, I was happy when I saw you buy the game I chose. It was the first time I felt happy as a man. The warm and friendly attitude you showed me. The more I believe, the more you golden-hearted woman. Your simplicity, the reason for your privilege.

Both of my eyes continue to catch your beautiful figure. I kept going along your little steps, there was a strange feeling in my heart. The first time I was so interested in a woman. Not because of possessions, not because of faces, not because of social status and education. In my life I only knew two women, one mother who gave birth to me and two sisters who I loved so much. Now in your simplicity, my heart is interested maybe even tethered. I was blown away in just one look. My cold attitude no longer felt, I was melted in the warmth of your simplicity.

I asked in my heart. What is inside you? So I'm so interested in you. What do I see in your figure? Until my eyes can't turn away from your little steps. The question kept spinning in my mind. There's no answer to my question, because your simple reason for my heart's interest.

I followed your footsteps for a long time. Until my heart finally moved to greet you. My footsteps just want to get to you. With my steps, I walked towards you. I offer you a bottle of mineral water, just to release the thirst that is seen in the look on your face. The sweat that appears on your temples, clearly says the fatigue that starts to greet your body. An opportunity I would never get, at least once I forgot my shame and distanced my pride. I just wanted to say hello, nothing more because your appearance clearly shows the boundaries between us.

With hospitality I offer friendship. But the outstretched hand, did not make you knock to welcome it. Straightly and firmly you rejected my friendship. All for the sake of the boundaries that existed from the beginning between us. Instantly I realized that I did not deserve my wish. The faith that you hold fast makes me realize. You are really special.

I was still stunned and silent, realizing that my attitude had gone wrong. For the sake of a lustful desire. I broke the boundaries I had in my life. Maybe this is what is called love at first sight? My heart is eager to know you. Forgetting the faith that has been the basis of my life all this time. It was the first time I realized that the power of love is real. Destroying faith, when only lust is the basis of that feeling.

I stared at your little steps away. Carrying a melodious voice that instantly filled my heart. I saw your back move away. Bringing hope to my asaku that has run aground. Your feet are starting to become invisible. Awakening myself there's no way we're united. I am back to being a cold Rafan Grifarri Abdullah and will not want to know the word love. All because of my mother's cries that were hurt by her love and service.

Is it a soul mate or is it already written? We met the next day. The second meeting that left me unable to turn away from you. Although I know, there are other women waiting for certainty from me. The woman I never knew or had in my mind, even though for a moment the woman I looked at one eye only, because of the matchmaking that underlies the relationship between us. The woman I put aside more and more, when I met you.

The woman who was deliberately chosen by the mother who gave birth to me. Although I never heard that request directly from my mother. A woman who has captured my birth mother's heart. The most precious and precious mother of my life. For the sake of her smile and happiness, I was willing to sacrifice everything. But meeting you, made me ready to refuse his request. It's a pain in the heart of the most perfect woman in my eyes. In an instant you took the world and my life. Only with you will I be happy, a reason that might justify me. When I refused and defied the orders of the owner of my paradise.

I ran towards the IGD room, I ran past you. As a man I am interested in your figure. But as a doctor, it's my job to help patients. As you forget to be tired, I do the same. I forgot my reason for standing in the largest and most complete hospital in the city. The hospital where I now serve and help others.

After an hour, I came out of the IGD room. I wish I could still see you, even if it was all just hopeless hope. I realize, there are many more important things you do. Instead of sitting quietly in the waiting room. But my two eyeballs were round, there was happiness and disbelief. When I saw you sitting in a long chair not far from the IGD room. Once again I see the greatness of your heart, the selfless sincerity that makes me admire you even more.

I saw your tired face. Your appearance is no longer perfect. Your white hijab is no longer white. The blood stain gives red color to your hijab. I see you getting charming with a stain that never makes you uncomfortable. The similarity that was implied in my heart. If we have the same goal. Lightly your hands are so easy to provide help. Without you hoping for the reply you receive. Your appearance is no longer perfect. Makes you look more beautiful. It's not the physical perfection I see from you. A perfection of heart that I could never see from another woman. The reason I find it hard to believe in a woman, other than my mother and sister.

You are not the first woman in my heart. But I assure you, you are the woman who made me melt and stupefied. Not with the beauty of the face, but the beauty of the heart that makes me realize. There are still white-hearted women like you. Although there is no perfect word, but I believe you are the best among the good.

If only I had to choose, treasure or you. I will choose to live with you. In each of your gazes there was an aura that calmed my heart. Instead my treasure kept me away from the word calm. But tucked away in fear, as I remember the disappointment of the mother who gave birth to me. But this awe is too strong, that I can't get away from you. Even forgetting your shadow, I can't seem to. I was defeated by a sense that was not necessarily welcoming. My heart is adrift, to a heart that is not necessarily to me. But my happy wish is broken? When I saw your parents. My happy world is broken, there is no hope for my race. My heart is no longer whole, it is broken and broken in a matter of seconds.

The hospital became our second meeting place. As well as where I know who you really are? A Humairah Nabila Ikhsani, the second daughter of the great lord Arya Arsan Adiputra. A person of great fame and fortune, someone you call papa. A man who is none other than my mother's father. He's a grandfather I never knew. The instantaneous blood connection shattered my beautiful hope. The woman who knocks on my heart, is none other than my mother's biological sister.

THE RAFAN POV END

"May I sit with you!" greet Aira, her soft voice spread Rafan's daydream. Immediately Rafan awakens from his daydream. He saw the real figure of Aira, a figure that a few seconds ago existed in his thoughts and daydreams.

"Please!" sahut Rafan is nervous.

"Thank you!" said Aira, while pulling the chair back. Aira sat right in front of Rafan. Her two beautiful eyes greeted Rafan warmly. The look that broke Rafan's heart and feelings.