Love of Muhallil

Where is heaven

Seven months have passed since the disappearance of Ahmad Faiz in the construction of a collapsed bridge..

"We'll come to a boutique, we'll fit the clothes there. I want the clothes that we wear at our wedding reception, must be nice, expensive and special" said Meca on a trip with Ahmad Faiz.

Ahmad Faiz only replied to Meca's words, with a bland smile. Because until this moment, Ahmad Faiz still doubted who he was, why Ahmad Faiz did not get calm so far. His heart was always agitated and confused.

Today Meca and Ahmad Faiz were escorted by a driver to a boutique queen for Feeting clothes, but Ahmad Faiz's face did not appear to be happy at all.

Ckits...

The car stops in front of the queen's boutique parking lot.

"Old sorry?" Press Meca on Angel who's been waiting a long time.

"Waste my time," Angel replied and then held Meca's hand to go inside.

"Even, big bosses do not have to worry about time, must always be happy at all times. If other people say time is money, then big boss says I spend money because of time."

Angel smiled wryly, turned his head and looked at the person next to Meca, Angel was so surprised. Angel's eyes were round in disbelief, whether the man Meca was telling me was Ahmad Faiz, who was the one who was the one who told him about him, the man Niko failed to make as Muhallil.

"He..!" Angel stopped the sentence, when Ahmad Faiz turned his head and noticed Angel who had difficulty speaking.

"This is my future husband Angel, his name is Hizam. How cool right, I love Hizam for who it is, Angel." Meca replied so clearly.

Angel flabbergasted donk, why almost the same, very similar, whether indeed the man in front of him is Ahmad Faiz, whether they are twins or they are reincarnated.

"Did he have a twin brother?" Lirih Angel next to Meca's ear because she was curious.

Meca smiled, and patted Angel on the shoulder. "come on right away, don't waste your time." Meca tries to stay away from Angel's questions. Because Meca really does not know the background of Ahmad Faiz. Meca did not want to know, anything about the massalu Ahmad Faiz.Meca only want, Meca can live happily with Ahmad Faiz forever.

The three of them went inside.

"Hello...!" Sapa Lin was so friendly to welcome Angel and Meca.

Meca and Angel are patrons at the queen's boutique, but these days Meca rarely visits the queen's boutique, Meca often orders clothes online rather than coming to her place directly.

"Please choose, many of the latest models are of course very stormy, especially in the same people who have been exhausted, Wuih must be more cool abiz," explained Lin so enthusiastically explained.

"Ah no, Sis. I came here to fit the same designer clothes here, the people there or not?" ask Meca directly at the core.

"Are you serious?" tanya Lin was pleased.

"Yes dong, has long been idle as well, surely already wanted in ...." Haha Angel laughed at Meca who looked a little annoyed with the joke that Angel made.

Hais

Meca is ashamed of Angel, who knows no rules and no place. Although actually Meca feels what Angel said is not entirely wrong, but look dong place. Meca still has a shame about discussing such matters.

"I'm know, okay go up to the second floor, Miss Amin is there?" Lin explained.

Meca and Angel went upstairs, followed by Ahmad Faiz behind him. Ahmad Faiz deliberately somewhat slowly overtook the two, because there was a sudden doubt sneaking in his qalbu.

Srek..

Cuttings..

The sound of feet stepping to see Ms. Amin..

The second floor, a spacious floor and immediately spread by his many choices of fabrics, there was Bu Amin there sitting and eating grapes while looking at some patterns that have been completed by Bu Amin design.

"Milk..." Sapa Angel and Meca say hello to Ms. Amin.

Ms. Amin was happy with the arrival of the two Meraka. "let's please...?"

Angel turned to the right and to the left, looking at some clothes that had finished Bu Amin sewing.

"So how, what is needed, what clothes need to be designed?" tanya Bu Amin sumringah welcomes special customers. Because only special guests ride on the top floor.

"I want to make a dress by mom, a reception dress that is so beautiful and luxurious of course."

Ms. Amin turned her head to the side of Meca, a man who was silent did not speak a word. Not even his face showed any happiness over his wedding plans, you freak!

"His candidate?" Show Ms. Amin doubt, Ms. Amin is afraid of wrong people.

"Yes, Mom." Meca felt proud and happy when he saw the face of Ahmad Faiz who was so soothing.

"The face that sets the other beaming." said Bu Amin, and Meca laughed at the sentence said by Bu Amin, because Bu Amin's opinion of Ahmad Faiz was very appropriate.

"This is an example of a sketch of a wedding reception dress, which I marked the red line was that the dress was new edition, had never been made before. And this is what material you want, bead color, Sequin and other accessories. You can choose what kind of model with nuances like you want, right?"

Meca gagged understanding.

"Which is good guys?" Meca showed Angel a sketch of the picture.

Angel saw many sketches, and Meca pulled Ahmad Faiz closer.

"let's choose which one, you think I'll look very compatible, with which dress model, and what color?" Tanya Meca was so enthusiastic.

Ahmad Faiz approached, observing every detail of the clothes.

Ahmad Faiz continues to open sketch after sketch and has not yet made a choice of his many options.

"Mother, I'm done, replace the mother who prayed..," Haya held the face in her hand because it was just finished from the Dzuhur prayer, unaware of the presence of three people in front of Bu Amin. Because they don't have much noise.

Brugh..

Not only did the face fall, even the heart of the haya felt falling down the floor trampled no longer.

During the day, hot with hot sun, even air conditioner to change the weather space.

But Haya felt the heat hit, lightning heard all over making all the points of Haya's heart crumble dim.

There was longing, there was despair, there was shock, all mixed into one.

"Mas Ahmad Faiz, are you here?" Lirih Haya with eyes that have been filled with tears, even the beautiful eyes of Haya are full of clear circles that will fall and decompose. Not long after it was true that tears flooded both cheeks Haya.

Ms. Amin turned to the man near Meca, the man who was looking at the wedding reception dress sketch, turned to look at Haya so deeply.

Meca turned his head towards the bewildered Ahmad Faiz with eyes that kept staring at Haya.

Haya ran over, approached and looked at the man in front of her closely.

"Yes.you are my Faiz, right, you are my Faiz," Haya still looked down at Ahmad Fais's face, occasionally Haya wiped the tears that fell down her cheeks.

Ahmad Faiz was silent, confused as to what to do. Ahmad Faiz did not remember anything at all, Ahmad Faiz's face turned into a seeming dilemma. Honestly Ahamd Faiz felt sorry for the woman before him.

"Bas....!" Lirih Haya with a sad voice, held back by a sobbing that did not also subside.

"He's Meca's future husband, not Muhallil's stupid husband. They're just similar, but they're different, Haya. Don't assume Meca's future husband is your husband." circus Angel was so cynical looking at Haya with pleasure.

"Lies, if there are people in this world who have a facial resemblance of almost one hundred percent, I'm very sure he's Faiz. Mas Fais wasn't born a twin, so it feels like he's Faiz mas, isn't he Faiz, you found Faiz mas where Meca is?" asked Haya with a sharp look.

"Why are you quiet!" Haya withdrew Ahmad Faiz's hand, hoping that Ahmad Faiz would speak and say the truth, but all the nil that is not borderless, Ahmad Faiz still remained silent.

"The name is Hizam, not Faiz." answered Meca gamang. There is a fear creeping into Meca's heart, Meca is afraid that what Haya says is true, true if the man she finds is Haya's husband.

Meca is afraid of heartbreak, Meca is afraid Ahmad Faiz will return to Haya, Meca does not want it to happen, whatever is already his, will remain Meca handheld. Meca doesn't accept that if Hizam is Haya's husband, Meca won't let him.

Haya shook her head in disbelief.

"Mas, did you forget me, do you really not recognize me, mas...?" Haya still with a compassionate style hope Ahmad Faiz answered yes.

Even his feet feel unable to hold his body weight.

"It has been said, that he is not Ahmad Faiz, he is Hizam, the future husband of Meca. Are you deaf, Haya. has been explained many times, still ngeyel." said Angel so happy to see Haya's expression that was in severe shock, looked sad.

"No. no... No..., don't do this mas, I beg you! Remember me mas" asked Haya with a clear circle that just kept falling mercilessly.

"Basar women do not know shame, it has been said he is not your husband, he Hizam.do not underestimate your pride just for an uncertain confession, Haya. Indeed yes from the past until now, you remain like a woman who has no self-esteem" said Angel once again.

Haya rumbles to his feet, weeping in terror like in a million sembilu.

Huhuhuhu

Bu Amin approached Haya, rubbing Haya's back, hoping that Haya would stop crying over what was happening before her eyes. Even Ms. Amin regretted the attitude of Meca and Angel who were so rude in speaking.

"I don't like the service in the famous boutique brand, and the service is okay. In fact what kind of boutique this is, there is a customer who is considered her husband, her husband, and her husband, though her husband is clearly dead." press Angel demeaningly.

"Even the servant insisted that the customer admit, that the man who is considered her husband is really her husband.the basic woman gat**" Angel still arrogantly reveals her unsatisfied thoughts of berating Maki Haya.

Haya is still in trouble..

"Let's just move the boutique!" Angel said, pulling Ahmad Faiz's hand, then Meca followed behind Ahmad Faiz.

Haya shook his head to see Ahmad Faiz leave for the second time.

"Don't leave me?" Haya muttered so bitterly.

Ahmad Faiz turned his head and looked at Haya, clearly it was Ahmad Faiz's gaze, why Haya could forget and wrong people.

That's right Ahmad Faiz.

"Buck...." Haya screamed so heart-wrenching. I hope Ahmad Faiz will return.

"Sabar Haya, be patient... It's probably true that man isn't your husband, they're just alike." Said Ms. Amin trying to calm Haya down.

"No, ma'am, it's obviously my husband, I can't possibly misidentify my own husband. When I got it wrong, that guy was really my husband, Mom."

"Yes..."

"Yes..."

Arkhc...

Shouted Haya completely shattered for the umpteenth time.

"Yes...!" Call Bu Amin, because Haya ran towards the first floor chasing Ahmad Faiz.

Hayah.

Amin still called Haya.

Dugs...

Dugs..

"Haya, what's wrong?" Shouted Lin as Haya passed from his presence, after Angel was incensed at the service of the queen boutique.

Haya back to tear down the body on the parking floor, there is a tightness that squeezes the heart, the pain that will just disappear, why is now back again.

The car they were riding in, had already gone too far.

"It's not fair God...!" yelled Haya while hitting the floor with a tight barrage.

"Why have you brought him back, if only to scratch the heart for the umpteenth time. Where is the paradise you promised, I have been patient all this time. But, why are you still testing me. This hurts God too much. I can't stand to see her with another woman, I can't!"

Lin is coming.

"Haya, what's wrong?" Lin approached Haya who was still sobbing so pitifully.

"Are you also going to say that he is not my husband Lin, whereas I am very sure and that is very clear. He's my husband, Lin."

Lin chose silence, Lin did not know what to answer, Lin was hesitant about the words Haya said, maybe they were just similar.

"Do you have to be patient?" Lin rubbed Haya's shoulders.

"I'm coming home Lin, starting tomorrow maybe I won't be working in your boutique anymore. I say hello to Lin, thank you for giving me a job."

"Why so Haya, you can't leave this job, don't you still need money for living expenses, what kind of work do you want?" Lin was so worried about Haya's decision that she was being ignited by the flames of emotion.

Hoot

Haya squeezed the tip of the hijab, with a cry that made her face shake.

Why is it that it hurts this much.

Feel that if your loved one, like your husband, walks with another woman, your husband doesn't even recognize you, it hurts...

Really painful!

Haya really did not want to remember when Ahmad Faiz just stared at her heartily, without a word. It feels like Haya is losing the spirit to live, it feels like Haya's life is getting tasteless, more colorless.

Haya wants to give up on living, but that's not okay. A sin if done with despair. Haya must be passionate and grateful for destiny, no matter how hard Haya's heart feels sore and hurt.