Love Needs Debt

Don't Put Love Easy

Don't Put Love Easy

Usfi looked at Nafisa while wiping away her tears that kept flowing.

“Yes! It is not easy to live life like Maisha Ma ... I was the second, but I couldn't stand it if I had to be cheated on too! Life does require humans to believe in destiny, but there is something that can be done before destiny really comes.”

“Yes, you're right, Fi! I've also been heartbroken, kept .. You know, right, my mom used to do?”

“Ya!”

“He told me, don't put love in your heart, in someone until he meets and dominates your heart, because he won't be as beautiful as you think he is, chances are he is not necessarily happy or just a wound that eventually must be desperately you please!”

Nafisa said as she wiped her tears with the tip of the hijab, everything that happened to Usfi, wanting the girl on the old wound.

“Sorry yes, Naf. Because of me you come along sad.”

“Neither, Fi. Who in the world has never had a heart hurt, if anything .. He may not be human!”

Usfi thanked Nafisa for her help and the girl left after believing that her friend would be fine.

So, this was where Usfi was now, she was crying alone, in the hotel room she had rented since two days ago. He spills out all the feelings in the heart only on the divine, the All-Hearer and the All-Knower of all things hidden. He realized that everything was written long before the earth was created, but the heart of a woman is one of many things that God created with all its weaknesses.

The condition of the human heart will affect one's life, right? How is the life of the person whose heart is spiteful, then he will live with his malice. How the man whose heart is arrogant will live with all his arrogance. Likewise, he who has a clean heart will be sincere, as sincere as his heart.

After she was satisfied crying, the girl cleaned herself and changed her clothes. He braced his heart, to talk to Anwar. This man who has been with her for three years, loves and fulfills all her daily needs.

“Mas, now where?” Usfi asked Anwar via mobile phone. She immediately asked the whereabouts of her husband after greeting him.

“I'm again working, busy here many goods come to check! You know for yourself, don't you, how it works in post?”

Hearing Anwar's words, Usfi's heart felt sliced, he again shed tears again.

“Oh, busy, yes?” usfi's voice began to tremble as it held the turmoil in his heart. He knew that Anwar was lying when there was nothing there. He looked with his own eyes, just a moment ago, at the post there was no activity as Anwar had said. There was only Anwar and the woman he didn't know what her name was.

Usfi immediately grabbed his small bag and stepped out the door, with the phone still in his ear.

“Oh, uh ... yesterday also to there!” anwar said there was clearly nervousness in his tone.

“If it was yesterday to go there, why not stop by the house? Long time ago, we didn't see.”

“Sunday yesterday I was there too, Fi!” anwar said in self-defense.

‘Oh, so that time runs out from where Mbak Mai is? Means he's only been there for a while, how are the kids?’ usfi Thought.

“Mas to home Only an hour, part of want to go again.”

“Lah, is that the same as stopping by her name?”

“Yes not so, lah, Mas. Meet your own wife, like looking at the sick?”

“Yes. Thankful I've been there, rather than not!”

Usfi's heart grew increasingly upset, with Anwar's remarks easily belittling his own wife and, deeming it appropriate, such a division of time. Of course the girl did not accept it, because it was very unfair to her.

If only the division of time between himself and Maisha, Usfi could understand it very well, he understood. Moreover, the honey was sick, it had been almost a month that there was no change. Sick for a while, healing for a while, getting sick again.

However, this time is different, because it concerns other women who know who, and Usfi is not Sudi. She was indeed an ordinary woman who was just a high school graduate, grew up in an ordinary religious environment, and rarely hung out here and there, but that did not mean she could be treated like this. Especially not appreciated.

It is precisely the woman who is awake that must be treated special according to religion, but Anwar just the opposite. He thought Usfi could be ignored just like that, and would not dare to be angry or be rude to him.

It was true, Usfi would not be angry and rude, but he had his own way, even Anwar never expected it at all.

Already for almost two months, Anwar rarely went home either to Maisha's house or to Usfi's house, but, Noura— his son, no longer harassed his stepmother, after their meeting that night.

The teenage girl was getting tired, having to always ask Usfi about the whereabouts of her papa. He was satisfied his papa came even if only briefly, because of his busyness. Moreover, her mother was still sick and she couldn't possibly demand that the man to go for a walk as usual.

Noura tried to understand the situation of his parents even though, it was not easy. Considering teenagers his age can not think of adults to accept the fact that his father shares love. In fact, for some teenagers polygamy is embarrassing.