My Holiness Lost on New Year's Eve
CHAPTER 13
Yudistira Yoga Pov
Nindy's confession at that time was like a lump of stone pressing against the chest, it felt very tight. But by Allah I do not look at him j i j i k or h i n a.
As an ordinary man who did not escape sin and air n a f u of course I feel disappointed. If you were in my position?. Not necessarily able to survive compared to myself who have not given clarity.
But I know, here's the victim. He's the one who's hurt, he's the one who's disappointed, but I don't have the strength to hold him back when I leave.
It feels so bad that I've been dreaming about it for so long. Dreaming of having one with a sacred bond.
But that confession. I b l i s has managed to penetrate me, finally my faith waver not as strong.
Yet so pure disappointment comes from the deepest recesses of this heart.
"Spatience sister, maybe Nindy is not a good girl for sister" said Selina. He used to be Nindy's best friend.
But when Nindy and I weren't okay, she was on my side.
Actually, it's also mediocre when every time I continue to be filled by him. I don't need time alone right now.
"Selin sure, Kak Yoga mate who is really good and can take care of himself. Not like.."
"Enough Cells.You can go first ngak, I again need my own" cut me to Selina but once I still hold the word so as not to yell.
Because I know, women will be very fragile when snapped especially by men
"Ok, I'm sorry, brother. If I'm here just bother Yoga" replied Selina looks weakened.
"Yes papa, I'm just a little dizzy" I said without looking at the girl.
"Yaudah, Selina said goodbye, sister.. Assalamualaikum"
"Girishal"
I stared at the back of the red-haired girl at the end of it. Guilt has driven him away.
Scrubbing the pulsating head, before paying for the food and then leaving.
Right now I'm at a famous restaurant in town.
But when I was about to leave accidentally my sight caught a figure I knew very well.
"Raka"
The man looked at me at first surprised before long smiling kindly. Raka is my cousin's brother but for us, we are like peers because we have gotten used to it from childhood.
We hugged him for a while, he looked even more handsome and well-established. Because I got word right now he runs the El factory. Uncle Dhani. Papa Raka's.
Long time we talked asking for news, telling stories . even discuss me who has been wearing a strong shirt and kopia. Until he discussed he who said he was engaged because of arranged marriage.
It turns out that he is still the old Raka, retaliating my temptation. Ask me why I am still alone.
"Complicated "repeat her
"It's complicated", I replied again
Before long he laughed at the fate of his cousin's sister.
" maybe you're late single Yog..."
We finally laughed together. After that say goodbye to go because there are their respective affairs.
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The day passed I did not have the courage to send him a message. Until I finally prayed to Allah for guidance.
Calm down for a while now, not communicating with each other. But if later I have the title of ustad I will propose in front of mom and Uncle and Aunt.
Inn by Allah I have accepted Nindy as she is without any word of the past.
But this morning I have to go to my college first. Being a good man devout of the new religion suited Nindy.
"Yoga, you know, you used to Tan, Uncle" I said
"Yes, be careful son" replied Aunt Ria.
"Student learning. The woman's business is the end" said Bagas uncle.
"Good uncle, Assalamualaikum"
"Girishal"
Answer them in unison
"Heart, Sister Yoga.". Instantly we looked. I breathed a rough look at Selina.
He is often here. But it is not good for women to visit men almost every day.
" yes, I go first" I said immediately
I rode a slow motorbike enjoying the air on the road up to the border of the city and village.
"Goodbye to Anindya Saputri. Inn almighty God brother will come back and give you definite clarity. Though deep in the eyes may be near in the do'a" my inner heart carves a sweet smile.
Especially imagining me and Nindy together as an ustad and ustadza.
What a beautiful future....
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