Love Stifled By Destiny's

Longing talk

Often stealing to pay attention to the final-goal face of the man I love, he used to always look at himself with a gaze of affection, but it seems now has worn off destroyed for a moment. And long ago, he was the one who made me believe in the right choice for me toward an eternity of love, but everything is now just a dream and a wishful thinking.

"Huuuf, what should I do, what ... what?" Heartbreak in confusion.

Netra had been looking closely at Alex, who had just gotten off the bike. When the helmet of the head cover came off and showed his face, which seemed to charm Alex has now managed to sigh a feeling of longing that he wanted to embrace.

"Alex here ... here!" Call me to pat the outside chair.

"What's Amel?" he was amazed when he wanted to walk into the house.

"There's nothing, just missing to talk to you. We haven't talked together in a long time. Can you accompany me to a chat for a minute?" my reason.

"Ooh."

"Can I confide in you?" my bases on him.

"Aren't we really talking together for a long time? What do you want to talk about now? It seems serious," he asked.

"About my marriage to Iwan," I answered looking straight ahead, without seeing his face.

"Then?" he asked in wonder.

"Huuff, what do you think? I actually do not love Iwan, about whether we can live a happy household, which will happen between us later," lamented my agitation.

"Yes, it's up to you guys how to go about it. Is your love the same for me?" the question is clear without shame.

"If so, why?" reply relax.

Alex looked at me glaring like he was surprised, and the feeling of neutrality was so sweet, which made him even more fond of continuing to see it. What a sharp but implied gaze of hope, as if it had meant that the possibility of his love was still there for me.

"Usually that love can follow later, if it has been together to live it. You must stay married to Iwan and forget me, because it's not good to keep that feeling while you will be with others?" Alex's advice.

I don't listen anymore to Alex's words, my smile is now so cynical about him.

"You should slowly love Iwan, and throw your love away to me. Love can come when we are always together, so I am sure that slowly can love Iwan," he added.

"I know, Alex. Saying something is easy, but it's hard to do it. I don't know what else to do with Iwan. I still cannot fully open my heart to him. Did I sin to have lied to Iwan, to repay his love for pity?" turn my question back.

"The matter of sin or not, is not the business of man but of the one who created this universe. It's likely that you're innocent of Iwan, but it would rather hurt his heart, knowing that your heart is empty doesn't keep his name" explained Alex casually.

"Then what should I do, Alex?" ask again.

"Heem, go!" reply approves.

Now this self could only give a forced smile full of disappointment. This heart hurts so much screaming crying, so in the corner of the eye patch it feels like it wants to let out clear water. For me, I understand enough of his advice that he has truly given himself up for others.

"I'm resigned now if you don't want me anymore, Alex. The sense of heart when you want to make up for your love, it turns out there is now an answer, that your love is now extinct is no longer left. I know very well that you are now numb to disappointment, but should I clearly say that I can be happy with others? Sick, yes I was in so much pain over pomegranate in this endless love," the faint-hearted stared blankly straight ahead.

This self can only snort annoyed, unspeakable will it feel. I was so pensive to look at the plants in the yard of the house, where the breath was repeatedly blown away, because disappointment was so blocked in the soul.

The mind always seeks reason to get it again and again, until the tiredness of this soul trying, so that the desire to cancel the marriage can be achieved.

For the umpteenth time this self keeps saying that I can't live without you, Alex.

I don't know how many more love words can bring you back.

Longing for your presence always connects the heart, which continues to race will feel separated in circumstances.

So strange is this self, for a wedding that is soon to be held. Usually married people will welcome pleasure with joy, but other with me that it is all a very torturous turmoil, because it will marry people I do not love and not so expected.

It feels like the sense is deadlocked, never get the idea of canceling a wedding that just counts the days.

"Well, would Alex ever accept me again, if this person could actually cancel the wedding?" The marriage that happened really made me worse, over the taste of pomegranate that whack. What am I supposed to do?" The heart that keeps thinking.

Dissatisfied the liver is increasingly acute, making the taste of food was quite tasteless. Work is just thinking and thinking continue to find a way.

"What's up, Amel? You're getting more moody today? It is not good for the bride to be too much daydreaming," said the mother when her feet are now hanging in the pool.

"Heeh, I know very well that Amel has a lot of thoughts. I don't know, mom. I don't think I'm eager to do the wedding" I replied lethargic.

"What's wrong? Wasn't marriage the happiest and most anticipated day

by every couple?" ask him again.

"Yes, mom. Amel understands that. I must know the answer to why Amel can be like this. My heart was so hard to open for Iwan, and now it makes me pomegranate what if Iwan knew the truth that this heart did not love him" I explained.

"You don't do that, Amel. Everything is planned and will be done soon. This is the beginning of the decision and the end of your problem, so do not let everyone become disappointed especially with Iwan. Try little by little to learn to love him, insyallah you will open the heart for him," mother's advice.

"Yes, mom. Thanks." Thanks."

Again and again, not that the mother can solve the problem, but instead make themselves increasingly confused over pomegranate romance in the marriage bond that will soon come. It seems that everyone is not supporting and understanding this feeling, and do I have to forget everything myself without the help of others to thwart it all?.