Sudden Love

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Suddenly Love 3

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"Lately you've been busy. Always home at night."

"Yes, Ma. Incidentally there are mothers studying uniform messages!"

"Don't forget to take care of your health!"

"Okay, Ma, I'm leaving first. Assalamualaikum," said.

"Oh, yes .. later you need to go home quickly, Papa wants to talk to you, if the night of the hunt sleeps on him."

Seems serious. What's up, huh?

"Yes, Ma. Papa's been to the store?"

"Udah!"

Papa is a hard worker, at his age who is not young anymore, he is still busy taking care of his textile shop, assisted by several employees.

Only Papa isn't so fussy about marriage matters. According to him, life is in pairs and will definitely meet.

When I think about my soul mate, I think back to my feelings. These few days are trying to brush off his shadow. People say, if you are heartbroken, you should busy yourself. That's what I did, it just so happened to be supportive. Busy at the boutique I can count on.

Can I forget it? I don't know.

**

Sorenya.

"Before you say something, you want to ask, do you have a lover?" tanya Papa started the conversation.

I was shocked to hear his question. What am I supposed to answer? I love people I just met and I'm heartbroken because she's a family. Papa must be laughing at me.

I'm shaking. Papa changed his seat, looking at me.

"You sure?"

Whatdoes thatmean? Does Papa suspect me.

"Is there someone you like?" continued.

"Ti .. no, Pa," I replied nervously.

"Keep why just shake and get nervous like that? If there is, you say! Papa must have approved. Papa trust your choice."

The problem is that he already has a wife and a son Papa, my bathin screamed.

"Right, Pa, nothing! Papa tell me what you want Papa to say."

"Someone wants you to be his wife." Papa paused for a moment. Swallowing the saliva, as if it were heavy for him to convey.

"The son of papa's friend, he's been married, his wife died. He said he recognized you" Papa said later.

My blood rippled, as soon as the shadow about him filled the memory. If only the man had been him, if only.

"Know me, where?"

"Papa doesn't know either. Papa give me a week. The decision is in your hands."

Papa closed the conversation and stood up and left me and stroked my hair gently.

"May you always be happy."

***

Coming home from the boutique I stopped by Nisa's house.

"Papa set me up!"

Tell me everything is the same Nisa, right now I need a friend to confide.

"Then ...."

"I haven't answered, Papa give me a week" I explained.

"Once again, how do you know you're a good fit." Advice Nisa.

"Aren't you talking about it, yes!"

"I mean ...."

Why am I so hesitant, Nisa's a good friend. I'm sure he'll understand.

"What do you mean? If you're not sure you're telling me, yeah, it's nothing!"

"I like someone."

"Good dong."

"The thing is he's got a family."

"What ...." Nisa surprised. "Do you follow along also become an actor," he continued.

"It's not like that, I just like him. There is no such thought. I've only met once. With his son" I explained.

"Especially already have children, you know strange, just met directly in love. Here, then, if it's too late."

"Tuh, right," I said scowling.

"I'm sorry, you better consider your papa's matchmaking." Nisa responded.

Alright. Nisa's right, I have to define my own life.

Everyone is given the opportunity to choose what kind of life they want. On the other hand, God knows what we need.

***

I chose to calm down. My destination beach, hopefully the waves in the ocean can bring this fret.

The lips of the beach welcomed me, the waves of the beautiful beach, pampering the eyes. The gentle beach breeze hit the face.

Currently, the beach is not too crowded, there are only a few small children who are playing.

Without caring about the dirty sand, I play sand like a child, dig it and make a pyramid shape building. Suddenly the waves came and swept away the building. I hope the taste for her also drifts like this sand and vanishes as time goes by.

"www"

My left shoulder was thrown in the sand. A girl approached.

"Tante, sorry. I didn't mean it."

"You!!"

"Eh, Auntie, see you again."

"Quensha."

"Mama."

The boy looked. A beautiful woman approached.

Mama ... really, right, this woman is her mother.

"Mba, nothing? Sorry, yeah!" regrettable.

"That's okay, Mba," I replied.

"Ma .. this aunt Papa once got her. Papa misunderstood." Quensha laughed gigglingly. Laughter of children. I liked.

"Oh, yeah. Then you know each other."

Suddenly the woman's device rang.

"Yes, Mom, this is coming home too!" He ended the call.

"Sorry, Mba, let's stay, yeah! Quensha's father is waiting."

I'm nodding.

"Tante, see you soon, yeah!"

Seeing them both, my heart was sad again.