My Choice of Woman

Episode 71

Farah cleaned the wounds on her husband's face, gently and carefully. He ventured to take off the clothes that Ilham wore. How surprised Farah was to see many bruises on Ilham's body. Farah slightly applied the ointment on the wounds of Inspiration. Farah feels pain if her husband is hurt because of Ray.

Inspiration groaned a little in pain as Farah applied the ointment on her body. Now Ilham's body feels crumpled. Even waking up is hard. He only felt his wife's soft touch. His sight was still blurred, but Ilham knew that next to him was Farah.

Inspiration felt, tears dripping near his hands. It was very desirable for Inspiration to remove those crying particles. But his hand was unable, he heard clearly the sound of crying that Farah created, albeit in a very subtle tone.

I've won this ridiculous fight. I hope Ray doesn't bother you anymore. Sorry if you cry a lot because of me. I promise this is my cry for the last time. You're my adorable wife.

Inspiration can only say in silence. The energy has not yet been gathered. He can only convey it through his heart. He promised to always make Farah his wife. He must forget Anneline who does not know where she is now. Even though the taste is still there, Inspiration will still save.

I just want to feel the fall in love with you. And now you've won my heart.

Farah was still beside her husband. He did not leave Inspiration. His heart was too sick to see the condition of Inspiration like this. He stroked the cheek of Inspiration gently. Farah also felt a firm stroke on Ilham's cheekbones.

“Cheal fast, Mas. I want us to knit the thread of our domestic life. I want to be with you every time. O God, I want to bring this love to your Jannah.”

Amens.

Inspiration also listened to Farah's prayers. His lips also moved slightly saying something.

Amens.

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At one time the sun stopped until back into the arms of the sky, changing with the moon mother who brought a song about romantic love. Ray smilingly looked at Farah who was wearing a white dress that Ray had a special message for her.

Smiles and pink cheeks adorn the face of Farah's ayu. At that time Ray was wearing a black suit, bow tie. Ray looked handsome as the prince of a fairyland.

In that night there was only Farah who wore a white dress like a bride, her hijab crowned with a circle of red flowers. His smooth white hands were already adorned wearing henna, adding to his graceful impression. Farah throws her ashes at Ray.

Under the moonlight of the moon mother playing her romantic song, Ray and Farah dance as if this night belonged to just the two of them. Ray and Farah continue to dance, until Ray thinks if they have a pair of wings, he wants to fly with a herd of stars hanging in the sky to accompany the moon mother.

Ray stroked the top of Farah's head and gently kissed her forehead. Farah smiled, an aura of happiness emanating clearly on Farah's face. Ray is happy that tonight was spent dancing and being idle by the sweet creature that is in front of him at this time.

Ray hugged Farah's body. Very closely as a gesture, do not leave this body again. For tonight Ray ties Farah's heart. Like magic two their lips gracefully swung. Very soft and very sweet. Ray enjoyed this happiness, until Farah let go of her lip complaint. Ray was shocked.

Farah smiled at Ray, a smile that was somehow umpteenth time. But for Ray the owner of that smile is endless beauty. Farah touched both of Ray's cheeks. For Ray this touch is very moist, Farah's hands are very smooth and comfortable.

Ray's eyes were slipping. The words that Farah had just spoken made the feeling of happiness a feeling of fear of loss.

Farah was still smiling. His body gave off a dazzling white light to Ray's eyes. Gradually Farah's body broke into pieces of white butterflies. Farah's smile was no longer visible.

Ray tried to get it. But the butterfly flew into the sky towards the moon's vortex. Ray chased to his limit. He felt lost again. Losing again.

Ray's pair of eyes opened, he was gathering his consciousness. Ray just silently looked at the white dress that stood gracefully. He chose to isolate himself in the fighting room earlier. Just silently stared at the beautiful bead sparkle that was pulled over as the decoration of the dress. Ray just looked at her, a dress she ordered specifically for her virgin flower buds.

Ray recalled the sweet incident, it turned out that it came from his very outspoken mind shouting Farah's name in his head.

Can't we be united?

Does God not like us to be together? Until you fly like a butterfly?

Do I have to die to stop this feeling?

Only Ray felt this pain. And this pain was quite intense more than his samurai sword slash.

The sound of fire was being heard from within his heart. There's a crack going on! The celebration lost what he expected. The celebration of this loss that is being ferociously attacked, right in the heart of Ray. Farah chose to stay away. And Ray who is still locked in the charm of his virgin flower buds.

Ray unhappily picked up the samurai sword in the corner of the room. He wanted to ruin the white dress and kill his love. Ray said, the pain is on.

Ray can't kill his feelings in the slightest. He could not remove Farah from his mind. He had to insist on dying if he wanted to end it. But alas, the angel of life was not willing to take him. Now that Ray felt a deep sense of grief.

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