The Destiny of Love

Permission to the boutique

After reading a letter from his late sister Fikry removing the water droplets that had soaked his cheeks, he still did not expect his sister to leave so quickly.

" Sister promises deck, sister will take care of mom, papa and also sya and your son, brother promises will make them happy, you calm there yes deck" said fikry with sad.

Right now all he has in mind is how to take his sister-in-law's heart, about clara maybe it can still be talked about later.

The sound of the ringing of the phone made him realize from his daydream, in his grabbing the object that has since rang on his desk, writing mama printed on the screen of his phone he immediately pressed the green button and brought it closer to his ear.

" Hello assalamualaikum ma... "

"........"

" Fikry thank God you're healthy, how's mom? "

"......."

"Alhamdulillah, mama quickly healed yes, later if there is a long time fikry must come to visit mama, mama focus on healing mama first ok! " said Fikry

After a long phone call asking for news and not forgetting to ask the news about his favorite daughter-in-law finally mama Virni decided the phone in a unilateral way.

After receiving a call from her mother, Fikry was a little pensive with her mother's words just now.

" Often see syazani ya fik, mama and papa can not go home because the health of mama has not properly recovered, mama titip syazani same you yes son! " said mama virni from sebrang

" Oh my god, what is this? why is everyone approaching me with sya? it was clear that I tried to avoid it, even to the point of receiving clara even though it was actually very difficult to accept it, but what is this? I am so grateful that you still gave me the opportunity to approach him thank you Lord! say inner fikry

For a moment he remembered his sister, in the lyrics a piece of paper that had been in his grasp since.

" Are you sincere deck, brother close to sya, is brother including bad people, because brother took sya from you? murmured fikry slowly, he seemed to be swayed by his thoughts.

" Yes..Tomorrow we check your contents, son! " give mother lisa soft

For a moment he was silent, then he said his heart was still mourning in sorrow but he remembered his mother's message yesterday, he had to rise again and not grieve anymore.

After breakfast, he permission to the boutique yes already more biweekly shazani closed himself in the room, and now he should be able to rise and spirit again, although not as eager as before.

" Bun, yeah.. syazani permission yes today to the boutique"

The blue father and mother Lisa looked at each other and smiled, happy to see her son was not locked up again.

" Yes dear, but in the same way asep mang yes"

" Yes bun"

After asking for permission the two shazani rushed to her room to get ready, when she picked one of the clothes she recalled the time at the funeral one of her husband's colleagues gave a piece of paper "but where" she thought

His foot step towards the nightstand next to his bed he was looking for in the first drawer is not there, the second drawer is the same as the third drawer just met, he exhaled his limit with the length of "ultimately" he said

But in the lyrics the clock has gone to the number eight, on his lap a piece of paper into his bag he was ready to leave.

Curious about the contents of the letter, he opened it right in the car driven by mamang asep, in the absence of the folds of the paper, not to mention reading the contents he had shed tears, because he knew the letter from his husband.

***For you dear

From me who has always loved you, Reagan Al-damsyah***