The End of the Waiting

The Same Man

“May I sit down and talk to you for a while?”

“What do you want to talk about? If it's work, sorry I'm on leave and not receiving any complaints or complaints.”

Amara looked at the man in front of her flat. Coincidentally or intentionally, he does not want to be prejudiced. However, they had been in the same place several times.

“It's a personal matter.”

Amara frowned in wonder. Personal?

“What kind of personal thing do you mean? Me or you are not even that close to talking about things outside of work.”

The man smiled. A meaningful smile that made Amara shudder in horror.

“It's about your husband. Mr. Akram.”

Amara sighed softly. “If it concerns my husband, you can talk if there is a person.” The discomfort made him choose to leave immediately.

“You should know one thing, Ms. Mara.”

“Please do not force me to listen to you, Mr. Revelation. I say thank you first,” said Amara firmly and left just like that.

Although curious gnawed at the heart, but Amara did not want to immediately hear the man say about her husband. Obviously what you say is not a good thing.

Amara soon followed the mother who was still in a jewelry store. They deliberately came to one of the biggest malls to look for gifts.

“Not finished, Bu?” tanya Amara approached Raisa.

“Mother dizzy. Fear does not match the taste of besan,” he said with a laugh.

“Whatever you choose, mom will definitely accept it. No need to be expensive original sincere,” sahut Amara upset.

“Eh ... this child. Of course I'm sincere. Speak haphazardly,” Raisa's special scolding of mothers.

Amara gave Raisa thirty minutes to make a decision, but it took her an hour until they left the jewelry store.

“You don't give gifts to your in-laws?”

“Already, mom take it easy.”

“You've already eaten? Now hungry change mom.” Raisa chuckles softly. Too busy choosing jewelry, she ignores Amara who invites her to lunch and asks her to go alone.

“Already, but only a few bribes because there is a bad mood. If you want to eat, come on. I'm still hungry.”, too

Raisa looked and was curious. However, Amara shook her head in laziness to explain.

“Kak Juan when to Surabaya. I kangen.”

“Phone dong!”

They came out of the mall and chose to eat somewhere else that had been agreed.

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Not everything you want will be achieved. One of them is a soul mate. Man can strive, hope and pray, but the determinant of everything is still the Owner of Life.

After returning from Surabaya, Fatimah seemed always moody and aloof. He rarely taught anymore because his spirit was still up and down. Maybe this is what we call the greatest heartbreak.

Fatimah tried to expand her heart and try sincerely, but always failed and ended up blaming others for the failure received.

“You are always moody and wailing. What the hell is going on? If there is a problem you can tell the same story umi.” Winata said after a while observing his daughter who since two hours ago was still sitting on the riverbank.

“Nothing, Umi. Only the heart problem is not finished until this moment,” replied Fatimah tried to smile.

“You love the husband of Nak Mara?” shooting Winata makes Fatimah stiffen.

“Not my fault, Umi. I knew him first and put feelings on him.”

“But you remain guilty, Fatimah. The man was already the husband of another woman. Just think about it you are sinful, especially to put feelings. Thinking of a man who is not your mahram includes zina.”

“But I can't control this feeling either. For a long time I have put my heart and skyrocketed his name, hoping that one day we will be united in a sacred bond. But why do other women get it?”

Winata's breath seemed heavy. He rubbed his daughter's shoulders gently, trying to calm down and restore the chaotic common sense of being hurt.

“Fatimah .. hope other than Allah it is wrong. If you wish your prayers to be answered, it means you are not sincere in doing so.”

“I have to what, Umi? I've been trying to get him out of my head, but his name always dances to the mind. Without umi asking me to try to be sincere, but it is not easy and I have not been able to do it.”

The stronger the desire to forget, the more powerful the devil affects people to make mistakes.

The heart cannot be predicted where and with whom.

“What's risk. Everything takes time. Umi is sure you can. Don't wail too deeply, it's not good. Use your time for useful things.”

“Please keep this a secret, Umi. I will learn to accept and try sincerely.”

“The prayers that have skyrocketed, will not come back empty. Rest assured, Allah has prepared a wonderful surprise for you.”

Fatimah rubbed the translucent spheres dripping down her cheeks, she nodded and smiled in tears.

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