My husband is not my first love

Let go

Spend a few days in the village and prepare to return. Continuing my unfinished work.

I have to say goodbye to someone I admire more and more. Someone who made me learn about the positip energy of love. Pure love in its halal corridors of marriage is tied up in the mitsaqon gholizo.

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“Why did you choose India?” I was really curious, did you know about Andra? but there's no way to ask that directly.

“You must tell us in advance the day when the graduation is, keep your husband must rearrange many agendas.”

“Tak want to tell why?” I saw the sososk behind the wheel trying to dodge the question.

“Because know you want to go there.”

“It's important yes something I want?”

“Yes, but if there you fall in love, you need to tell me sooner.”

I gawked at what he said, while the man beside me focused on looking ahead, as if what had just been said was just a joke of chance.

“Then you will decide me?”

“Then I will be better than my rival.”

“Will kindness be able to bring love?”

“Maybe not, but I will be proud of the work done.”

I gulped, looking for earnestness in that calm face, his eyes still straight on the road that was getting closer to the airport. Like not being disturbed by the language that makes my body hot cold.

Return to the Hindi-speaking country. Before starting the somersault with the thesis, I got my term in Aligarh Fort. A historic place, although not intact anymore. It was fun to have a morning in the park. Eyes straight ahead however, the mind went nowhere.

Is there such selfish love, to the point of ignoring someone He chooses? Someone who always gives a smile, love and all the best.

Maybe I didn't, exactly haven't managed to shift the story of the past but at least don't be ashamed not to try hard to accept with gratitude what was given to me. Given with all its advantages.

It was then that tears flowed profusely, a sigh of cursing self-importance. Hating the lack of gratitude they have. Laughing at the immaturity of attitude.

Sorry husband ...

Sorry Robb ...

How I'm not grateful to be sent a sky soul mate.

Sorry, Mr ...

I don't know how to choose him for me, which is clear your balance must not be a moment. Not only was he able to soften your daughter's stubbornness, but he was also able to make me proud of all the limitations that I thought could be an excuse not to take it.

I slowly wiped away the tears. Take a few deep breaths before standing up. Leaving the historic Fortress.

Even though this morning there was no event on campus I had taken out my bike since this morning. The determination was unanimous to meet him without delay. I'll finish one thing off with a flash. Decide on something that is never really tied up.

It's not right to actually speak in the room as demanded noiseless. However, I don't know how to delay talking to her about this.

“I want to tell you something.” I reprimanded without further ado as I arrived a few steps nearby.

The eyes that were momentarily shocked by my presence suddenly calmed down, then his smile came over.

“Say.” He put the book and glasses, revealing a full-nosed face. The face that made many women dream of being with him, even one of those women was me.

“I'm married.”

I don't want to play with feelings. He has to know the limits so I don't keep everything alone, so he knows what to do.

I saw the confident man biting his lips, while his hands clasped the pen tightly. His face looked tense, a face that was usually very confident.

I hold back from being weak in the face of men who often argue fiercely. If I could keep up with it at the discussion table it could have won the fierce battle of love on each of our chests.

“Are you trying to stay away?”

I scrunched my forehead with his question but left immediately. It would be good if I immediately avoided looking into those eyes.

He taught until he was one. I have no reason other than to assert further. A figure like the one in front of me is someone who will not give up for a little reason. It requires a clear argument.

“Iya. Because it has to be this? When I decided on graduation day, everything that happened after that was a continuation of that decision, unchanged. Moreover, you do not want to put your heart with the wife orangkan?”

“Your fondness for challenges has passed, you even ignored your own heart.”

I stopped and turned back to look at him straight. “I'm not ignoring it, I'm fixing the situation. One more thing, I don't lie or make up stories.”

His mouth agape, his towering body looks fragile with the tail of his eyes I saw he was trying to find a grip. My situation is no better. It is a wonder that two human beings who are accustomed to being realistic can be weakened by love that should strengthen.

At least I was relieved after explaining my position. It would not be funny two men of learning in religion toyed with treason.

It may not have been a good wife, but I was used to the path that made the people by my side proud. I want to be like that forever.

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Deep in the ocean, in the country's bulkhead and in tradition, another figure sits dangling from a foot on a pool-side bench. Although the hand threw the feed that greeted the boisterous fish, the eyes were staring blankly.

Meeting a few days instead of filling thirst even add to thirst. That's what it's like to drink that sea water. Someone who for the last two years made him more excited, now separated back untouched. Well, even when it's close, he can't touch it.

How did he brush off the girl's wounds with his unattractive candlestick? How does he satiate the overcast ambition with all the limitations? How are we going to discuss the interesting thing while the girl has gone further? He spent time with catfish and a cup of coffee. From the beginning, it wasn't going to be easy. That is why the prophet recommends marrying someone who is Mekupu.

Seeing the cry of loss when his parents came home to God's bosom was a wound of its own. The cry on that gentle face made her feel even more hurt. That's when he promised to take better care of her, in his way.

Until now still strengthen themselves that separation brings a big mission, still half his heart is difficult to calm down. He knew he was definitely vulnerable to testing the little girl's heart by leaving her a city with a young man who had a special story, but he just wanted her to be strong and tested. If he fails then he will let go, either in willingness or destruction.

He is a man who loses his affection from childhood to the moment of falling in love, truly loving in his way, a way that may seem too loosely risky but, he is a mature adult man.

Grasping something with task is no better than letting go by relying on the splendor of prayer.