My Imam, my army

14

"you why?" said Dirga who saw Salsa from the glass. They looked at each other for a moment through that big, clean glass.

"I'm okay, brother. Did you finish the shower? If that's my replacement, huh?" salsa said as she hurriedly walked into the bathroom. Of course he did not want Dirga to see his swollen eyes after crying earlier. Long enough Dirga took a bath, so Salsa could cry a little complacently.

"Don't lie," quickly, Dirga caught Salsa's little wrist. He brought her close to his body and cupped Salsa's little face with his two sturdy hands.

"What makes you cry?" her tan was so gentle as she stared at the bead of Salsa's eyes that came back watering to get such a question from Dirga. Tell me if Salsa is so much better! But, this is indeed the reality if he is not okay and not lebay!

Salsa shook weakly. Without being able to stand it again, her tears fell back down her cheeks. Faded already her make up tools. Dirga wiped the tears with her thumb.

"Just like me, Sal."

Salsa removed Dirga's hand from her cheek and stepped back.

"No need to be happy, brother. Hehe, Salsa is okay. Salsa just did not expect that later tonight and then had not slept in the mother's house again, so Salsa was sad that," dustanya.

Dirga frowned, imprinted a jaily smile on her hard-to-see lips.

"What are you sure if you're going to take me home, me?" candelessly. And this joke was able to slap Salsa's heart and fall into the abyss.

It's true said Dirga. Salsa was as confident that Dirga would bring herself to live with him in the man's house. Who is Salsa? Although Salsa is his wife, this is a forced marriage. Not on the basis of love. Therefore, Salsa's heart was slapped until it bled.

Seeing the look on Salsa's face that turned grim, Dirga cursed his own words. He could talk like that.

"Udah is a brother, really said Brother. Am I ready, brother?" cut Salsa quickly and quickly get into the bathroom. Of course the girl will cry again and AGAIN.

***

"You're still angry because of what I said, Malem? Really Sal, I don't want to"

"No. Salsa wants to go to the minimarket first, huh? Buy food supplies, because the kitchen refrigerator is empty, "cut Salsa quickly while getting up from his seat. Picking up his little bag and rushing away left Dirga who only assumed that Salsa was still angry with him. He shouldn't have said that.

After daydreaming for more than a minute, Dirga wakes up to wash her plate after breakfast alone. Then, he reached into the white paper that was in his pocket. The paper was scuffed a lot of tearing on the edge.

He found the paper in this hotel room last night. Of course he's a little confused.

Why is that paper here?

You guys must be wondering what paper is that? the paper bears his name with a series of beautiful arabic letters. Exactly the same as the paper that Dirga kept all this time. Is the author of the name around him? Then, who? What, Salsa? I don't think that's possible if it's Salsa. It was impossible for him a girl as beautiful as Salsa liked her in the past. Then, who?

to be continued....

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