The Destiny of Love The Substitute Bride

He's back

Ptov Zafira

after the dawn prayer Fira felt some days his spirit disappeared. It may have been since Almeer asked permission to go to Tuban to do some work. But he tries to deny his feelings that he might be used to seeing Almeer in the morning. But today he felt that feeling was becoming more and more real. Or perhaps it was true that he was used to seeing Almeer who had entered his room when he finished his morning prayers and lay down on the sofa.

today's class is over. Syfa and Kiya who had paid first because they had to find materials for his essay tomorrow leave Fira alone. Fira decides to go to the library first by watching some books in preparation for tomorrow's quiz.

After nearly an hour in the library considering the almost ashar time Fira decided to go home.

His footsteps stopped when his net caught a figure who had stopped in his heart or maybe still settled in his heart. The figure he used to want to spend time with but heartlessly left him with millions of hopes and dreams. The figure he was currently eager to erase in his mind.

Rounding out his resolve Fira walked hastily away from the figure hoping he didn't see her whereabouts. The thunder in Fira's heart felt more and more suffocating. Without feeling ait the eyes just spilled. Kenpa defense is so weak just because he saw it he actually cried while the man looks happy.

Zafira decided to stop by for a while for Ashar prayers and calmed himself down at a mosque.

Having fulfilled his duty and poured out all his feelings in the thread of Zafira's prayers, he established himself to go home. she must be able to control it in front of her mother and her father Fira does not want them to worry when she sees him crying from seeing the man.

Fira sat in the mosque while re-wearing her socks but she saw a figure standing before her, and as she looked up her net head looked directly at the eye. The eyes that had fascinated him. The eyes he now refused to look at. Zafira hurried to cook his shoes, and walked past the man.

"Fira, I want to talk. Please give me a chance to clear everything up"

"i'm wrong. But I have a good reason why I admit it. Please accept my explanation. After that you have the right to break up your decision"

Zafira still did not listen to him. He immediately opened the door of his car and prepared to enter. But again the man held Fira.

"i'm wrong. And I'm sorry. But you have to beat me up. We're not done yet"

Zafira smiled as if mocking the man in front of her at this moment.

"we're done when you decide to leave. There is no reason I want to hear from you" Zafira said firmly

Zafira got into the car and started the car and left the mosque. And the man kept staring at the departure of Zafira's car.

Along the way Zafira could not hold back the tears that had been trying to be held back so as not to spill. But now the crying is spilling. The tightness of the chest he felt.

"why did you come back? Why go back when I wanted to start my life without you? are you still not satisfied with me?. Why are you evil? Why a? It shouldn't be a Reyhan coming back" Zafira continued to monologue.

After a few minutes Zafira rushed into the house. And trying to hope that no one saw his return in this state. After entering his room Zafira locked the door of his room and slammed his body on his soft bed. And shed her tears. Zafira kept crying. The wound had just dried but had been re-watered with salt water. Zafira continued to cry until she was tired and carried her to the subconscious.