HERESY IGNORED

Pov Dimas

Loving you ...

I'm just a hopeless person hoping for your wish ...

I'm the only servant who wants your shadow..

And I'm just a secret admirer of yours that you probably won't know until now ...

However ...

This heart and soul will always be adrift with you, Angel of my heart ...

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I'm Dimas Sanjaya twenty-nine years. My job as a teacher in private school.

 

Before I became a teacher. I want to be a successful entrepreneur, even my parents did not approve of my wishes, considering I am the best graduate with very satisfactory grades. They were my parents who also deeply regretted my diploma and my abilities. Taklpl cares, all those dreams I patis and I throw away after I know that that's where my heart's dream work. I also work at his place with the goal, so we can always be close together.

 

Hafsyahtul Al Jannah the name of my heart. She is the Angel of my world that I dreamt of in my life. The same little friend as the other girls. Rere and Fina are also my best friends. However, Hafsyah became different at that time. I always follow wherever he goes. Until maybe he feels careless with me, because I always follow his activities and daily. I also know what and what he does every day. Hehehe so natural that mgkin he was careless to me.

 

I was blown away when she put on her white veil for the first time in junior high school. That's where my heart stuck to him.

I always think when other girls follow various fashion in his era. However, my Hafysah is not. She actually covered herself by covering her beautiful face which was already beautiful since childhood especially now with the\-gyar'i clothes that she wears. Adding to my admiration for him. In fact the sense of it is growing and developing every time and second.

My hafshah grew so graceful in her way of taking care of herself. He's not being flirted here and there. Like girls in general. Truly ... make my heart never stop admiring him in silence. Hehehe ..ya, I admired in silence because I was too cowardly and stupid until I finally regretted all this.

I always give little attention, so that my Hafsyah is aware of my feelings for her. But it turned out that it wasn't easy, probably because he was like the Angel I thought back then. But I will always try to take my heart.

"Dad, there's a book fair today. Yuk! we go there we find the books you want, "take me to him at the time.

 

"Yes Dim, but I've bought the books I need. Yesterday had bought everything," said Hafsyah rejecting my subtle invitation.

 

"I'm sorry Dimas .. today I was told to replace Abi, who is obstructed," Hafsyah said again.

"Syah .. today I cook special for you to receive ya." bargain me again to Hafsyah.

 

"Let's Dim but you shouldn't bother. Because today I have to go home quickly," Hafsyah refused to me at that time.

 

Those are small concerns for my Bidad. But like that, Hafsyah who always refused with a variety of reasons. And that lunch was my last concern. Because the night when I wanted to fight for him, through his parents that night there was news that surprised him. Yes, the news that suffocated me instantly felt like my soul was half gone. I don't know where I was taken that night I was really helpless. Go home with regrets and wounds.

 

***

 

The day of the reception arrives. I still come with a broken and sick heart. I tried hard and hard to give my blessing and my pleasure to him as well as the solidarity of my childhood friends.

My hafsyah walked so gracefully that it made this heart keep beating fast. I could see my happy Hafsyah on her wedding day, I could see it from the radiance of her eyes as well as the light of her face. Although covered with a white veil I can still see so beautiful my Hafsyah and also look very happy. 'Masyaa Allah, ' those were my inner words that were fascinated to see Hafshah on that day. So beautiful and angry my woman.' said I at that time." Surely it can only be said in my heart.

 

For a moment I realized my Hafsyah had married another man. Perih and this heartache to the point of not feeling the tears plunge with its swift. Not wanting to ruin my happiness, and make my heart ache even more I lowered my head and I decided to go from there to calm my broken heart.

 

And today, will my feelings be extinguished or continue to burn waiting for the miracle to come.

"Hehehe .." I chuckled at the night ceiling, which was sprinkled with just a few stars. I laughed at my stupidity all along.

 

"O MOTHERFrom my heart is a miracle for me. Should this taste I throw as far away as possible.' murmured my little heart.

I am Dimas Sanjaya who is hoping for a glimmer of hope or should go carry this wound to death. I don't know!