How I Love You Season 1 And 2..

78. The seed of love in Arini's heart.

The priest sighed softly, his hands clenched tightly. Can't imagine if Arini really received one of the proposals that came to him. What about Aisya, later.?

" Do you already have an answer to the Word.?" ask Imam pasrah.

" No, according to Imam how.? I refuse do I accept?"

Arini asked the Imam. Not really intentionally. However, for some reason Arini wanted to see the reaction and response from the man who made his heart pound from earlier.

" Huufft, "The Imam sighed, from the look on his face was a regret and disappointment to himself.

" Ask your heart, Rin.! Every heart will never lie for a matter of feeling."

Arini smiled faintly at the face of the Imam who looked sad and disappointed.

" Did the Imam tell me if I received one of them.?"

A very difficult question for the Imam to answer. Given the current status of Arini, the Imam actually has the same opportunity as Andi and the Word.

But, with the attitude of Arini who wants to tell a story like this. The Imam thought that Arini was only comfortable as a friend.

Unlike the case with Arini, he seems to enjoy the look of the face of the Imam like that. Too adorable for him.

Ehh, why look at him like that. I'm starting to have a taste for him.

The priest is still confused as to what to answer, sincere may be easy to pronounce. But, I don't know with his heart. Hearing that Arini has been proposed by his two friends alone, has made the heart broken. The whole thing is unbearable. Especially to see it in a row.

Tell me you're not sincere. Maybe I'll be determined to reject them.

" I don't know, Rin. But, whatever you choose I will always pray for your happiness."

" What the hell, mas. Just answer me not sincerely that's very difficult.!"

Arini looked lethargic with the reply from the Imam. Although Arini knew, from the look on the face of the Imam showed his incomprehension. But, Arini only wanted to hear directly from the bottom of her heart.

" Rest, it's night.!" keep the Imam quiet after a long time.

" Go home, I'm sorry Aisha you stay.!"

" I'll go home after you have a good sleep." replied the Imam as he stepped on his paw, then opened the cell phone that had been placed on the table.

Arini spread her head, pulling the blanket to the limit of her waist. Silent - silent she smiled stealing glances staring at the sweet face of the man.

" I'm definitely not sane. Yes, God healed my head. It must be because - because it hit the pavement earlier nii,." Arini's mind while closing her eyes.

It didn't take long, Arini was already asleep in his dreams.His face was so calm and peaceful. As if in his dream Arini got a happiness that is amazingly beautiful.

The priest walked up to Arini, and he saw a clock in his right hand. It's almost 11 p.m.

The beautiful face was deep - deep. I want the Imam to touch the face that is always present in his dream every night.

" Honestly, Rin, I'm not sincere right now. If you are owned by someone else.!" he muttered softly, extending a hand to touch the back of Arini's hand.

However, the Imam remembered that Arini was not like a woman out there who wanted to be fixed by a man who was not his muhrim. Even if only with hands. Then pulled back his hand that almost touched the clothesline.

The priest came out from there after being satisfied looking at Arini's face. His heart is happy to be in this condition with Arini. Although he is aware, there will be many things that prevent him from having Arini.

If I go back and sleep on the couch, there will definitely be gossip if one of the sisters sees. Ahh, I better wait here.

The priest decides to keep Arini from outside his nursery. Sitting leaning on the row of waiting chairs that are attached to the wall.

The night was getting late, until finally the Imam's eyes were not restrained to wake up. The priest slept there, curled up in a leather jacket that covered his upper body.

The air is cold tonight. Especially outside a room like this. Blowing Night wind seems to pierce the pores of the skin until it penetrates the flesh to the bone. Maybe tomorrow morning will be painful when you wake up.

The clink of the clock kept turning, until the time had shown the day had changed. A third of the night had arrived. Arini, who was used to waking up to pray tahajut, began to open her eyes.

Then he started to get out of his bed, to go to the bathroom. At the stake of the infusion, dragged to the bathroom.

Arini had finished complaining about all the turmoil in her heart. Asking for a hint of all the application issues that came to him and the strange feeling he was feeling right now.

Arini folded her face with great difficulty. When he was going to put it in the drawer, his eyes caught an object on the nightstand. A car key was lying there.

" Is this the Imam's car key.? Didn't he go home.? Then where is he, then,?"

No matter where she was pushing from, Arini walked towards the door. Up there, Arini saw someone from behind the glass attached to the door. Someone he just looked for, still sleeping in the waiting seat.

His heart warmed, and a smile fluttered. Happy and moved to be one. Seeing the sincerity of a man he had been avoiding for a year.

He looked at that calm face, the face of a man who was very sincere in love with him. At the wrong time, she falls in love with Arini. But, his love never lies or how to love him never force.

The priest is not as handsome as Fa'i. Not as rich as Andi, not even as good as the Word. But, one thing that is special about his loyalty, no need to be used anymore.

Maybe Arini is not the first for her, there is Sabina who first filled her life. However, when with Sabina before, never once did the Imam think of being with another woman. For many years the Imam had to wait for him. Likewise, at this time, his love has been replaced with Arini after the departure of Sabina.

Behind that door, I want Arini out. Look closer at the man. It was just that surely the sound of the door creaking and the barrage of infusion poles would definitely wake him up.

Now I know what I need to do. Thank you, O God. You have shown the answer of all my heart.

What a woman's heart she does not melt. Sincere attention as it is. A love that does not force. Also the treatment and soft speech of a man like the Imam. Warm men are full of love.

Soon after dawn, Arini has returned to her bed to read the Quran on her phone. The Imam awoke from his dream because of the plague

his cellphone.

" Alhamdulilah, it is morning." murmured Imam while stretching his muscles that felt stiff and painful.

Ckleekkk, please,

The door opened, Arini heard it. Shocked and closed his eyes. Pretending to sleep, wanting as if he did not know the whereabouts of the Imam.

Admittedly, the seed of love in his heart began to bloom for the man.

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