Love Shielded Risue

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An online taxi stopped in front of the house, an area quite far from where he used to live with Akhri.

This house is not as big as his house before, but still in an organized housing complex. One-story, minimalist, with black fence.

The house is dominated by white, brown, and black. It looks beautiful with some plants that thrive in front of the house.

Like red palm trees are also red shoots. There are also yellow Ashoka flower plants that are shaped like a short fence around the yard.

The grass that also looks neatly covers all the land that there is no paving. What a comfortable home. I thought Maryam, before she remembered that sad face handed her the key. He came to her after a mediation hearing at that time.

Maryam pensive, this is indeed the house given by Akhri. He said; as a sign of his apology that does not give heaven as it should. Maryam had rejected it. Because for him, having lived with Akhri without any lack of material all this time, was enough.

But the man persisted, giving the gift. Put the key on the table. He then said goodbye to leave.

Akhri had asked him before. About Merr's belief that she wants a divorce?

One of the reasons he asked Maryam to remain in the house was; there was still hope for a referral. Although the reality is not. Maryam insisted on separation from Akhri.

The woman dressed in all black let out a long sigh, she took out the key from inside her bag. After that open the fence Padlock. Opened it.

After entering and re-closing, Merr walked slowly closer to the main door. Tucked a letter in the door handle. It kept Maryam locked up long enough, looking at the letter.

There was a sense of doubt, but he finally took it. After that choose to sit on a bench that is already available on the terrace.

Is this really from, brother? If I read it, won't it make me cry again?

Maryam gently removed the falling tears. He just read the writing in front.

[For Maryam.].

The writing is clear, it belongs to him. The pen strokes that made him memorized, because indeed Akhri rather often wrote letters since he dropped his first talaq in their home.

Maryam sighed, not wanting him to open it. Because he was afraid, his heart sizzled again lara.

Miss...?

Obviously he missed. Whatever the pain, it is impossible to forget all the good that ever existed from the lover. It is also impossible to immediately eliminate the love that has been rooted deep enough. Gripping his heart firmly.

for two months waiting for the hearing in that house. Bang Akhri never approached him directly, other than the letters that were entrusted from others.

Contains beautiful strands of words, sparkling hope. Maryam's heart could still be broken.

Not once twice. Merr sees the car bang Akhri in front of the house. Even if it's just a stop, it doesn't come out at all.

It shows that he is still trying to get it back. Before you really lose.

Mary wiped her tears. He was curious about the letter he wrote. It was opened immediately by him. Then read the word bismillah.

[Assalamualaikum, Mother.

You've arrived safely, right? Brother please so...

You're the one over there. I can only leave it to the Supreme Preserver. You are not alone, you will be there to take care.

Believing, among us. There is no revenge. Including yourself.I hope there is no grudge or maybe a sense that stuck in your heart. Please forgive brother, please forgive brother who always makes you hurt.]

Just got here, Maryam back to silence her mouth. Crying as much as he could, he tried to calm himself down first while shifting his gaze to the ceiling of his porch. After that, continue reading it.

[You must understand. In every first second you live with Brother, indeed Brother already has many shortcomings. The shortcomings that have even existed since Brother was born into this world. But Brother Salut, Merr is strong to live with Brother who is still far from this perfect word. Merr always covers many holes in our journey. Thanks, yes!]

"Oh Allah, Brother..." If only he said this directly, in the condition of not divorced. Mary wanted to hug him. Even at the trial, his heart was still filled with the rumble of longing.

Maryam was privileged, she could no longer be like this. Everything is his own decision. I don't know, what a stupid thing he took without thinking. More thinking about his ego.

[Abang will pray, and hope. Never give up the grace of God to remain obedient, and never stop loving this religion.

Here, Brother wants to affirm!

The religion of Allah is true, with all its Shari'a. Everything's good, Sister. The mistake you made, it was purely due to the nature of your brother as an ordinary human being. There are still many possibilities for performing the Khilaf. You must always believe that, and always hold this religion. Don't give up, don't give up.]

"Yes, Bang. Mary believed that. And will try to defend my Islam. Because of Allah" he murmured with tears.

[Maryam. Not all men are like brothers. There's a lot better out there.

And if the next day, there is a heart that makes its choice for you. Don't give up just because of your flaws, yeah. Accept it and look at it with confidence. That someone who truly loves you, will not give up on your flaws.

Now that Brother has lost our test all this time, it's already a sign. Brother is not the best for you.

The last... Don't cry alone anymore. Hehehe

You should be happy. Promise, yes!

Signed by Bang Akhri.]

After finishing reading the letter, Maryam hugged him tightly. The face of the ex-husband she loved. It is also a sign of all good behavior during life together.

The man he often hugs from behind while helping him do homework, such as washing dishes for example. Men who also quite often make sweet surprises every morning.

Regardless of his mistakes, it cannot be denied. Actually Abang is a wife loving man. Brother has tried to make Me happy, and Nia is just. But I'm here to misposition.

*Abang is not entirely wrong, because this seed is present from my stupid choice at the beginning. But I don't want to reproach anymore. It's all been happening.

In the future?

I should be able to think longer when making decisions in my life*.

Still in the position of hugging the letter, Maryam again strengthened her heart. One belief is strong; they will surely be happy in their own way. Although for now, their steps are still heavily tied to iron balls. But he was sure, the name of grief will not always chain him for life. As with overcast, even if the rain storms for days, there will certainly be red in place with bright shining sun.

Yeah.that's for sure.