Love Me Because of God

Allow Us to Be Happy

He is present again tonight, in the shadow of my eyes the memory is present suckling the pain that slowly caresses my heart, I have tried a thousand times to brush it off, he said, but the memories seemed to force by breaking down the door of my heart, until it ended with a pain that tormented me. I actually realized there is no need to torment my mind with a lonely nostalgia when the twilight began to wave the night, but sometimes I was suddenly washed away in the memories…

This quiet night I was listening to my favorite malaysian song (which inexplicably because of the flow of my music I was often scorned by my friends. tacky old nadul he said.). slowly the song rhiena titled toreh sembilu it flowed gently in my earphones. “now you come back again, hoping for forgiveness from me..” arrived my handphone vibrating vibra sign of an incoming message disturbed my calm. I was disturbed by it until I ignored the message, I continued to enjoy the sound of a shahdu rhiena, but not yet ended the song a message that shook my phone again…

from:081*****789

hi ezad, how are you?

I want to meet you, meet me at the usual place…

shura.

wh why? why is there no wind no rain he wants to meet me? whether he deliberately wants to reveal the past memories, memories that desperately want me to slip from the memory of my memory.My heart felt disturbed by the message, it had been a few months I had no contact with him, he said, even the text I never reply, the call is always I reject, why did he arrive to meet me?. This message indirectly makes me reminisce about the past history, then, when he promised me I was the only lover he had, the good times I had with him, until the storm hit my relationship with him which was purely his fault.

A message came in again…

please…

I had to take one step between the two paths, between meeting him/no. but my heart that had always been unbearable forced me to make the decision to meet him.Pity the shura if he had to wait for long, that was my inner voice.

“syura...” call me weave.

I saw the girl in the blue dress raise her face and stand up to welcome me, her long black hair was draped in a gentle breeze that felt cool, but still cooled my heart, I was restless. I saw him smiling, still as before, soft and soul-soothing.I immediately sat down on the chair opposite the table after he let me in. A moment of silence enveloped our place. I stirred up the hot chocolate I just ordered.

“ezad..”

“ya..”

“forgive me for forcing you to meet me” said shura with a sad face.

“there is nothing to forgive, I came here in the name of my conscience” I replied diplomatically.

“forgive me too I have hurt you first”

“if you want to bring up that painful past I will leave, because I did not come for it” I replied firmly.

“actually I am very sorry after wishing you, really I feel sorry, I want you to forgive me, I regret ezad, I used to have wasted your sincere affection.” he said with meu, I saw the bebing grains wetting his cheeks.

“I want to come back to you ezad, I want to make amends, give me one more chance, please.”.

I was caught in a dilemma that I really did not want, I did not expect shura still love me, and frankly my seed of love for him still grew in my heart, but the pain was also not as easy as removing the dust. back I arrived at an intersection and had to make a choice immediately. I saw her tears welling up her cheeks.The ease of my pity melted my heart. I really can't watch him cry.

“ezad, let me come back to you, I still love you ezad..” back clear droplets flowed down her cheeks.I oscillated udders in worry.I have to make a decision as soon as possible.

“why? why ezad? do you still hate me?”

“no shura, really I still love you too, but really I can not accept you back”

“last..then...why?”

“because... I will soon marry shura. I have been betrothed by my parents. and as my devotee to my parents I will accept it sincerely.. forgive me shura..” I replied while pleading for his understanding. I saw her tears flooding her cheeks.

“if you may know... who... who is.... lucky girl is it?”

“the name is iqlima” I saw his expression was so shocked, his lips moved, but there was no sound.

“why syura?”

“dia...he... is my cousin..”.

Now it's my turn to be struck by tremendous shock. I really did not expect me to be betrothed to his cousin.

“forgive me shura, I really did not think iqlima was your cousin, forgive me... let me be happy with him.” I replied by pleading.

“apparently god does not allow us to be together, I pray that you are happy with iqlima, take care of him.”.the tears no longer drip, but still I see a deep look of sadness.

“it looks like time is getting late at night shura... let's go home, can I take you home?”. bargain me offer myself.

“thank you.. I can go home” she replied as she stood up. I saw her forcing herself to smile.

“forgive me ezad, once again I wish you happiness with him..”.

“i'm the one who should apologize, let me be happy with her”.

I saw him smile, and he left me.

From then on I never saw her again, only once during my wedding party with iqlima. she came with a man I thought was her new lover. and sure enough because then he introduced me to her, they would soon get married too.

“forgive me shura, may you be happy with her, love her completely.”.

Tonight I closed the window of my heart from past memories, I saw my wife smiling sweetly at me…

LET US BE HAPPY, ALLOH…