Pomegranates

Turns out.

Zahwan's mother was very opposed to my relationship with him. But that didn't shake our relationship. It just made him keep his distance and rarely meet as usual.

..."I don't agree with you with that woman, she's not the right woman for you" Zahwan's mother explained....

"Father strongly disagrees!" Firmly Zahwan's father accompanied.

"Why the reason?" Tanya Zahwan.

"Color she's not from our world.she's just an ordinary girl who can't do anything. You should marry a good woman who can help your position in the future. You better listen to Mom's good words. Stay away from him, or let mom come down straight to tell him to stay away from you."

"Why do you care about my problems, anyway I just want to marry Asmaraloka.!" Zahwan.

Knowing Zahwan's sincerity, made me believe a little if maybe he did love me, just not as much as he loved Shelina before, or as much as my love for her.

Because of that, Zahwan was ostracized from his family. He had to find his own money to meet his needs, his family was reluctant to give because he did not want to comply with the wishes of his parents to stay away from me.

...Zahwan went anywhere that could make him good money, such as winning the debt of his friends first and working part-time at a chicken porridge shop, it was not much pay. But enough to meet his daily needs....

On the other hand, there was a sense of regret in his heart, he only knew that life outside was very difficult. Of course, all this time he grew up in a prosperous environment so he did not know how to find money other than to spend it. And for that I kept encouraging him so that he did not give up and continue to be grateful for everything that happened to him. Because from here his maturity and self-esteem are at stake.

"I have to earn a lot of money, get rich. For if I were rich, I would marry Asmaraloka without my mother's blessing, for using my own money and most importantly, no one would underestimate me. Even far-off Sodaras will come near if I'm rich." Zahwan.

That afternoon Zahwan came to see me for lunch together. At first I refused, I knew he didn't have enough money to pay for food for the two of us.

"No dear, but instead of being used to nelaktir I eat in an expensive place, mending his money you can save, unless you want to eat in an ordinary place, want to?" Obviously me.

"Judah come!!"

We also went to a five-foot restaurant not far from my WO office. When we got there, we ordered two bowls of chicken porridge.

"Well chicken porridge again, I want another one!!" Zahwan.

"Well, what do you want to eat, let me turn the pesenan into one bowl. Yellow rice want?, but there's yellow rice.. Eat it here, want?"

"I want..!!"

It was clearly visible on his face feeling tired, while waiting for the order I massaged his thin but quite stocky hands.

"You are very tired yes.Your palms are rough and many blister gini... Isn't it sick?"

"No, right again in a spoiled massage with you!!" Her dreadlocks.

The order came, we took it straight away.