Melody Love Aqila

chapter 21 The Secret of Irfan's Heart

Irfan approached Aqila who was sitting pensively in the garden alone. His heart trembled, his heart pounded very fast and his breathing was irregular. Since first seeing Aqila, it had planted the seeds of love on her. The seed of love also thrives without realizing it. As Aqila was nearly tainted by Martin, Irfan's eyes emitted a great anger, almost hitting Martin, he himself did not know what caused it.

Ever since his mother was disabled, his playmates often used his mother as a mockery, he was very angry with those who mocked his mother, often fighting over it. But when his mother came to school with Aqila, he was furious with his mother, angry because of the shame to Aqila. He did not want Aqila to underestimate him, he wanted to appear perfect in front of him.

Irfan sat beside Aqila but did not docked, he gave a little distance in his honor.

"Hm...." Irfan cleared his throat to break his awkwardness. Aqila looked over and smiled at him. Irfan was dumbstruck for a moment as if hypnotized.

"Sister Irfan, isn't that butterfly beautiful?"

aqila asked as she pointed at the blue and violet butterfly with her tiny index finger.

"Yes, the butterfly is very beautiful and beautiful" Irfan replied

"When before it was a cocoon, it fought hard to become a beautiful butterfly" Aqila said.

Irfan kept silent and tried to digest and guess the direction of Aqila's conversation.

"So does man, he has to fight hard to achieve his desires. Sometimes in his struggle one must refrain from shame and anger at the insults of others.Is not that so?" Aqila.

"Yes, your words are correct" said Irfan.

"I got a assignment from the school about an inspirational figure. I have found that figure. He fought hard for the happiness of his loved ones. I admire him a lot" Aqila said

"Who is that guy?" irfan asked, he was very curious about the special figure that Aqila admired. There was envy tucking in his heart.

"What's? You know who my mother is?" irfan.

He was shocked, his blood instantly churned, his face flushed between anger and shame.

Aqila was so afraid to see Irfan's face change, she immediately held Irfan's hand, Aqila's hand touch immediately stopped Irfan's anger like water that can extinguish the fire.

"Do you now hate me for my treatment of my mother?" irfan.

Aqila closed her eyes for a moment to calm her heart.

"I have no right to hate Mr. Irfan for that" Aqila said

"What do you mean?" ask Irfan

"The one who has the right to hate or not is Irfan's mother, not me. But I don't know why I was injured, very deep wounds" said Aqila.

Aqila was unable to stem her rushing tears. He is a delicate heart, he was so hurt when watching Irfan's bad treatment of his mother even said his mother as a maid in front of many people.

what was his mother's fault?

he was innocent of anything, he was even worried about her, worried about being driven by love and affection, worried about his son being hungry then sick, worried that caused him to bother walking limping. worry paid mockery and insults.

Irfan was pensive, he regretted his attitude towards his mother. Irfan's heart had become completely subdued to Aqila because all this time people looked at his mother with contempt or pity. Only Aqila looked at her mother in admiration.