HALAL LOVER (Already Published )

Section 10

Aisyah sat pensively on the edge of her bed, after she had bathed and cleaned herself from the rain earlier. Droplets of warm water fell on his eyes while looking straight ahead, staring out the window with a blank look.

Umi Nurul who had noticed her daughter's behavior was amazed. He approached his daughter who was cool in her daydream.

"Maye ...." Walk, approach Aisyah.

Aisyah tried to sweep her tears and turned to look at the arrival of her uminya.

"Yes umi." Aisyah commented a smile on her lips. Trying to cover up the wound he was now feeling, he tried to be okay so that no one would know of the wound.

"Why are you, son?" Sitting next to Aisyah.

Aisyah just shook her head sign that she was okay, not wanting others to know about her injuries including uminya. He felt the wound himself.

"Tell umi, if you have a problem, son." Looking at Aisyah with a long.

"Aisyah is fine Mi, really," he said as he threw a big smile on his lips, so that the umi did not know the wound. However, in fact, a mother always knows how her child is even when the child lies even a mother always knows.

"Oh yes Mi, Aisyah there is good news for umi," said Aisyah, switching the conversation.

"What good news, son?" asked Umi with curiosity.

"Azizah will soon marry Mi."

"Subhanallah, umi's happy to hear that, son."

"Yes mi," said Aisyah.

Seen a bitter smile on Aisyah's face that makes Nurul Umi once again astonished to see it, she knows that when Aisyah is lying, her daughter is not okay.

"Why do you, son, why does your face look sad? Aren't you happy to hear that your best friend is getting married?"

Suddenly, Umi Nurul's question made Aisyah surprised and immediately turned to look at the Umi.

"No Umi, I'm really very happy about Azizah's marriage, really Mi." Aisyah Trying to convince her uminya, Umi Nurul just took a slow breath and smiled hugging her daughter.

Who would not be hurt if he had to lose a loved one and moreover had to let go with his own best friend. It is not a will of its own, but whatever the force of all has happened. Even after knowing his love feelings do not clap one hand, but the universe does not seem to approve it and fate does not want us with loved ones.

Everyone will indeed feel in love but love also does not need to be owned enough to be felt in the heart even though it is very heartbreaking.

 

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That afternoon, Aisyah stood on the balcony of her bedroom terrace. The blowing afternoon wind swung its long hijab swing covering its tiny body. The orange-colored afternoon sky was red and the sun was beginning to sink itself. It was like describing what he was feeling. Aisyah looked straight ahead with a blank look and a still raging heart tormented her feelings.

"Create me O Allah" said Ayesha softly while still looking ahead to see the sun that would soon drown.

The wind was getting louder, the hijab worn by Aisyah was getting swayed by the wind. The sky began to darken, the sun was no longer visible. The grains of rainwater began to fall down one by one, slowly more and more. Aisyah was still standing there regardless of the drizzle that started to hit, she stretched out her hands and raised her head. He felt drop by drop of rain that touched both hands and his beautiful face that was now getting wet.

I learned from the rain, he never counted how much water he drops to wet the earth without any recompense and without expecting anything. Well I want like the rain that never tired to wet the earth without having to pay back. I can definitely forget about Ghibran and throw all these feelings towards him away, I can.

Aisyah muttered in her heart while smiling and still in the same state.

Elsewhere, Azizah was enjoying the rain behind the window of her room, her gaze was blank and her mind began to fall apart with all the feelings she felt. Her eyes began to shed tears and could not be contained anymore. It was always an apology that kept coming from his lips.

"I'm sorry Aisyah, please forgive me. I'm sorry, sorry Aisyah."

Tok. tok..

The sound of the door being knocked and the voice on the doorstep called Azizah's name. Maybe the cry was so loud that he could hear it.

"Azizah, why are you, son? Are you okay in there, son?" exclaiming the umi, Azizah hurriedly swept her tears with both hands and she got up from her seat.

"Yes umi, Azizah is fine."

"Eat dinner is ready, son. Come down, umi wait under yah."

"Yes umi, Azizah is coming soon."

"All right."

No more sounds from uminya, maybe the umi has returned down. Azizah slowly stepped foot into the bathroom, she went in and washed her face. He looked at the mirror in front of him.

"Why can you be this bad as Azizah? Why do you hurt your friends' feelings so much, why? What have you done Azizah, you are evil! I'm sorry Aisyah. Really, I never wanted it please forgive me."

Azizah was downcast and again sobbed in her tears, the hijab she was wearing was wet because the tears were added because she had washed her face. Azizah came out of the bathroom and opened the closet and took one of her favorite instant hijabs and put it on and walked away from the room.

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"Lho, kok food is only played from earlier umi pay attention," said the umi who saw the behavior of his son who had just played his food in front of him.

"Yes son, let's eat it fast. Don't just play like a kid, like that,"

timpal the aby, agreed to the words of his wife earlier. Ghibran was silent and did not answer the question his parents asked.

"Are you having a problem, son? It seems, you are thinking of something," asked the umi as she put her mouth food in. The ghibran released the garfu and spoon it was holding and stopped its activity from playing food.

"No mi, Ghibran is just not appetite alone." Ghibran rose from his seat. Both of his parents were astonished to see his son's behavior.

"Yeah, mi, by, Ghibran wants to go to the room first. There are still many tasks that Ghibran has to complete."

Ghibran passed away leaving the dining table. Umi and his aby just look at each other feel confused about the attitude of Ghibran who is not usually behaving like that.

Ghibran opened his door slowly, then entered his room. He stepped onto the bed and opened a small closet drawer near his bed, then took a photograph. Well, that photo is Aisyah's photo that she got while photographing Aisyah silently and Ghibran purposely washed it. Ghibran sat on the edge of his bed holding a photo of Aisyah who there looks very sweet with a warm smile while holding books.

"Even if we love each other, but we won't be able to be with the Shah. Fate does not desire, nor does it condone our feelings. I just need some time to get through all of this Shah, slowly I will be able to forget you. Although far away in my deepest heart I love you very much. May you have the best soul mate someday and may you always be happy."

Ghibran smiled as he continued to look at the girl's photo and now his tears began to fall on his cheeks and wet the photo.

"I know, it's not fair to you, but it's also not fair to me or Azizah. I could've turned down Umi and aby's request to be betrothed to Azizah, but I couldn't have done it all. I could not resist the will of my parents, if I fought them the same way I would have fought my creator. I'm sorry Aisyah, I'm a cowardly man and I don't deserve you."

Ghibran pulls Aisyah's photo into his arms. He was forced to lie to his parents in order to go to his room first and reasoned that many college assignments had to be done. In fact, the task was completed from this afternoon. However, he had to lie for the first time, because indeed he never lied to his parents or anyone else. Because, indeed he really upholds an honesty and now have to lie to his parents and lie to his feelings.

The feeling that used to be always disturbing every time he wanted to sleep, an uncertain feeling every time he saw the girl. His heart always thumped fast when he looked at his puja girl. Although only from a distance, but for him it was enough to make him happy.

Ghibran is indeed typical of men who are indifferent and introverted, even with their own feelings. It is very difficult to guess, but actually behind the weakness stored loving attitude. In fact, he never had the heart to see a woman cry let alone hurt. But now he felt he himself had hurt his girl's feelings. His feelings continued to rage erratically. All regret and guilt and pain became one now he felt.

It may be true that fate does not want the togetherness of the two of them, it may be true, that love should not have.