Miss To Move Diary

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As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized that I had just woken up from sleep. My sleep this time was really peaceful, it felt like it had not felt this comfort for a long time. It's been a long time since the deceased left.

I turned my back, saw Mr. Kavin sitting on his alphabet, then bowed and stood up again.

Oh my God,

fall in love with the one who has always loved you. .

If this man in front of me is him, then help me bring love to him.

Permission I give myself to her, for your servant who always gives love to You.

Until my longing greetings to him who has gone for a long time, also the best prayer for him.

I immediately ablution, fetch ashar.

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The night after praying isya congregated, had not had time to stand to tidy up the mukena and prayer mat, Pak Kavin immediately fell his head on my lap. The shock made me a little surprised and undo my intention to get up from the top of the prayer mat.

"Isn't it as good as being on the bed?"

Mr. Kavin did not answer, even his attitude now was exactly that of a little boy who was spoiled on his mother.

For a long time, he did not even move a little, whether he might have fallen asleep. Because I saw his face very calm from the side.

I saw the look on his face, hair growing beside his cheeks up to his chin. I remember I asked her not to shave to welcome our wedding. I'm more pleased with how it looks like that.

Without feeling my fingers rub his head, caressing the strands of his hair.

"I'm more comfortable like this." His voice spoke without opening his eyes.

I started to get upset because of what I just realized.

"But my legs are not strong." Said I was lying.

Sure enough, he immediately woke up and looked at me guiltily. Is that how much she feels about me?

Two years was even more not a little time, how could he possibly endure his feelings. Waiting without certainty.

There was a voice calling from outside the house, although it was faintly faint. But not only did I hear, the proof was Mr. Kavin too. He even got up out of the room.

Not long,, though,,

"Dec, eat yuk. I ordered food." Speak from outside.

"Well, didn't he eat out?"I said while wearing a headscarf in front of the mirror.

"After I thought, it's not sweeter to eat alone at home." Hearing her answer I prefer to be quiet, I know she tried to tease me. Not since marriage and legitimately become husband and wife he has a new habit.

I immediately followed her out, but everything was in order on the table, taking over the job I was supposed to do.

I'm getting used to spending time with her, not that I don't feel awkward anymore, but at least I'm not just 'hmm, yeah, ga, hmm' and so on.

He was also not as cold as before, even always trying to make a liquid atmosphere awkward between us.

"Sir, if Eva wants to stay here, what?" Ask me heart.

"Ga problem. Oh yes, Vhen same Aisyah also never come here again since last deliver food from mama." Said Mr. Kavin casually.

"I think Aisyah is getting busy booking at the wedding, bang Vhen is also getting busy with her students." Said I made up.

I know, bang Vhen and sister Aisyah even Eva deliberately gave us a chance to stay together. They might be planning everything.

But I can't tell the Pole sir.

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*Sir Arfan said his love to me. I look so happy, so does he, Our smiles are perfect without burden. Somehow, my view rotates, all of it rotates so that it does not show one form at a time.

Now I arrived among the crowd, people wearing pecis, and women in hoods, all looking sad and moody. I stepped in, none of them paying attention to me, as if I were just an unseen void, or I did not exist between them even invisible.

I continued to step, looking like a middle-aged woman was crying so hard on the shoulder of the man I thought was her husband. Right, I know them. But what's up? Why are they sad like this?

I saw in the middle of them lay someone who I saw his face and form because it was covered in cloth.

"Ma, papa, who is he? What's wrong with you guys?"

No one answered, they just ignored me.

"Ma, pa, why are you crying? Why is this, don't you cry ma, pa, mama why? Who's she?"

I said as I looked towards the person covered in the cloth. But again I'm not in gubris.

Until someone came along, a middle-aged woman, whom I knew very well, it was my mother.

Mama was crying, and was seen wiping her tears, her eyes were very swollen.

I saw my mother approaching him who was lying down, and her hands began to open the cloth that covered her face.

The face of a man looks pale, his lips are smiling. But my heart was like a big rock, sick, very sick, my legs drooped, my cries began to roar.

Allahu Akbar,, you know,,,

my heart screamed for Arfan to wake up and open his eyes immediately. Tears can't be lifted, it hurts so much.

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"Sir, honey,,, wake up deck, Yevn, baby." Someone called out to me with a trembling voice, and sounded raucous.

My body in his shake, until when I saw his face, clearly illustrated his worries. I retreated to the corner, hugging my knees with tears still flowing.

I stroked my face on my knees, my veil wet with tears.

Mr. Kavin hugged me, I tried to take it off, my heart really still feels pain overshadowing what I just saw, all as if it were real, all as if, more precisely, it really did happen. Her real brother Arfan has been away making during his.

Instead of accepting my refusal and letting her escape from her embrace, Mr. Kavin instead tightened his embrace. Pull me strong into his arms.

I buried my face in Mr. Kavin's chest, I shed all my tears. The feeling is heavy, my feeling this one is quite heavy.

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