Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 59: Karma is Real
...اللهم إني أعوذ بك من الهم والحزن .....
...“O Allah, I take refuge in You from sorrow and sorrow.” (HR. Bukhari and Muslim)....
...BSJ 59: Karma is Real...
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The bright morning sun, did not have time to return to bring a smile to this beautiful woman. His body is two-bodied, several times collapsed on the floor after he learned a fact about the husband. After waking up from his stupor, he knew he was already in New York. In droves with questions about her husband's work, their lives, illegal transactions that are often done by her husband, to people who work with him. Questions he himself did not know the answer to.
After more than five hours of interrogation, the beautiful woman could no longer hold back her tears. All the crimes of her husband have been exposed. From illicit goods transactions, the sale of slaves from various countries, premeditated murder, attempted murder to kidnapping. There are two names that he was most surprised among the many victims of the crime of the husband.
First, Jeo Alwind Dedora - a 32-year-old woman who works as her manager. The blond woman went missing five months ago, a day after she had an argument with her husband. Because Joe-whose incident is like his own brother is against his marriage to a brengs*k man like his husband. What hurts her again, it turns out that her husband was the mastermind of Joe's disappearance. Logan sadistically tells a hitman to kill and dump Joe's body into a place rarely touched by humans.
The second, Keevanzar Radityan Al-Faruq - a former lover of his heart, who he was willing to leave behind to keep his life safe. Who would have thought, Logan-the man even attempted murder to the man who is still loved by his wife. Anzar's life was saved, but due to the incident the handsome man of Indonesian nationality had to fall into a coma for months.
Hugging her distended stomach, the woman with the home dress sobbed bitterly. The status is still as a witness, and at times can turn into a victim. Given the abuse and confinement that her husband did indirectly endanger his life.
The man himself faces life imprisonment, with a fine of trillions of million and all his assets to be confiscated. Or the worst possibility is the death penalty for his crimes that are very fatal and violate many international laws.
Hugging her distended stomach and crying, she tried to answer as much as she could the questions asked for her. After learning what happened to his daughter, Nata's parents flew straight to New York to pick up the princess. Nata had fallen unconscious due to heavy shock, to delay the schedule of the introduction. After finishing the police business, Leena-mother Nata asked her husband to take care of everything.
That day, the divorce suit was filed. The next day, Nata's parents brought the woman who would double the status of single parents back to her hometown. No longer land in the land of windmills, but land in the land of the ginseng. The place where Nata grew up, and the place where she will be a single parent to raise her baby later.
Karma is too real and quick to judge.
While still in New York until arriving in Busan, there was no stopping many unknown female numbers holding her husband accountable. Whether true or not, they claimed to have been pregnant with the seeds of her husband. Nata wanted not to believe it, but she knew for herself the kebej*tan her husband who liked to sow seeds everywhere.
Once thrown, two islands are too. The taste was enough to describe the sap that was rubbing against him. She is pregnant and will raise her own baby. Her career was destroyed, along with the hot issue of her husband's capture as the head of the mafia in various countries. His heart ached, accepting the karmic destiny that had come.
Unexpectedly, also in the plan. He must be prepared to face all these harsh realities.
"Dear, I need you." He was shrinking when his neutrals remembered one figure.
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"Feed first, there's a special lunch." Invite Mr. Ahmad to a handsome man who is wiping a blanket of sweat on his temple.
"Special food?" Confused handsome man who was struggling with the dirty toilet.
Keevanzar Radityan Al-Faruq-man was already accustomed to the work he was doing during the week. Departing using trans Jakarta in the morning, coming home at night with a body smelling sweat using the same public transportation. Accustomed to give a hundred thousand rupiah allowance, eat with potluck in the day and night if he is overtime. Accustomed to a chesty attitude if deliberately ordered repeatedly. All of that is done with as patient as possible, in order to cultivate a high sense of empathy someday. Because all this process, to restore his identity as the son of a Radityan.
"Yes mas, every Friday afternoon there is a special meal from the kind-hearted miss." Pak Ahmad replied.
"Miss kind?"
"Yes. That's you, brother-in-law Mas Anzar."
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The man in office boy uniform was reflexively quitting his clean activities.
"Almost every Friday morning or afternoon, non Aurra canterin rice box for OB or OG staff here." Said mr. Ahmad.
"Yes, let's take a break." Anzar nodded in response.
Arriving at the office boy lunch spot, his sharp net in suguhi scenery that makes his heart again feel guilty, because it has hurt a figure as good as the pregnant woman. There, he was handing out boxed rice with his friends.
The two-bodied hijab-wearing woman looks very friendly to share her carry-on rice box, without feeling disgusted or inferior in the slightest.
Occasionally Anzar could see the beautiful woman nodding small, rubbing her belly which began to bulge. If only, his stupidity at that time did not blind his eyes and care for his ears. For sure now this woman bears the status as the mistress of Keevanzar instead of Keevan'ar. She has her baby, not her nephew. But just wish will not make all his dreams realized, if there is a destiny that takes part in it.
With small steps he approached. He also wanted to eat food that he said was cooked directly by the hand of the solihah woman in front of him.
"Mas, tickle me." But just two steps away, his feet were fixed in place.
"Abis mas gauntlet, deck."
With a firm step, the man who was five years younger than him did not hesitate to greet Mr. Ahmad. Wiped it off without a caste, invited him to chat like his own family, then shared a rice box for lunch with his beloved wife.
His little heart was throbbing pain, as if there would be a sprinkling of salt blocking the wound in his heart. The wounds he made himself. Unable to bear the romantic situation of the new couple in front of him, Anzar chose to pass. Leaving the room while carrying a gaping wound of regret.
Until the foot that goes without that direction gets here. In a park set up next to Radityan crop's company. The theme of Happy family, complete with a statue of a very happy family with two sons and one daughter. Like his own family, before the blindness caused by love made him dark in the eyes, and kept him away from his family.
Anzar realized his mistake was fatal, and true regret always came at the end. Now he is sorry, very sorry. He is also trying to fix everything now, although he cannot return it as fully as he was.
"Mas, what daydream?" The soft voice coming from before him managed to disperse his daydream.
His sharp bead looked up, found the silhouette of a beautiful woman in white with subordinates peach-colored span skirt standing while looking at a sizable paperbag.
"Why do you dream of yourself here?" Ask the owner of the soothing bead.
Anzar was already used to being called 'mas' by beautiful women in front of him, rather than having to be called 'young master' by him. Since a few weeks back, their friendship began to get familiar with the period of time.
"I brought you lunch. Not eating yet, right?" The question was answered by Anzar.
The beautiful girl developed her sweet smile. Then he took a seat beside Anzar. Start removing the contents of the paperbag that he carried painstakingly.
I gave him a bottle of mineral water.
"Wash my hands first, I bring a spoon. But your hands must be clean." He was answered by Anzar.
One box of red rice with side dishes in the form of fried beef pennies, ulek red sauce, and stir-fry vegetables such as chickpeas, carrots, corn and broccoli fill the container. This beautiful woman did often bring him lunch or just breakfast. So he has been quite memorized by the taste of his food that is no less delicious than his mother.
"Aren't you eating?" Notya replied, the beautiful woman that night shook her head with a smile.
"Why?"
"The one." The beautiful woman named Airra answered.
Twelve-year-old orphan girl lives in poverty. With her brain genius, Airra was able to study at Harvard on a full four-year scholarship there. Because of his intelligence, Airra is now accepted to work in one of the offices of a law firm that is quite famous in Jakarta.
"Eat, you must eat."
Anzar also did not know why with his heart. It's just, he felt like a woman like Airra needed protection. Behind his cheerful smile, there was an ultimate difficulty. Anzar does not yet know whether this is excessive pity or what, for sure he is getting used to the presence of the figure of Airra in his life.
A kind-hearted, hard-working, smart, ingenious figure is also beautiful. An educated woman who is willing to do foolishly in order to return the favor in her own way.
"The spoon is also only one, so use only a spoon. Let Irra use her hands." He said as he rolled up the sleeves of the shirt he was wearing.
The pretty lips muttered a little after washing his hands, he said a prayer to eat. With a small smile, his tiny fingers began to feed the rice and side dishes. Eating it slowly is also elegant, but still shows its comfort when eating simple food.
Anzar chose to keep his spoon, he also washed his hands again and began to feed his lunch menu using his hands, to make people in front of him wide in disbelief.
"Well, why use your hands?" Airra asked astonished, because he knew the awkwardness that a handsome man felt in his face.
"Let's be like you." He said while enjoying his meal again.
Airra greeted him with a small smile. After all, their relationship is still ashes. So Airra tried to suppress her feelings even more strongly.
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To Be Continue
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Sukabumi June 14, 2020
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