The Journey of Love Habibah..

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All day at Sofia's mother's house, Habibah felt very happy because the warmth in the house was very soothing. Joking laughter was created in the house, although Habibah could not laugh like the others, but it made him very happy.

Just as they were done with their lunch, Habibah decided to take a nap at her in-laws' house. Children sleep in Nur Laily's room which is right next to Purnomo's room. After Nur Laily and Zain slept, Habibah immediately returned to Purnomo's bedroom which means it has become his room as well. When Habibah came in, she saw her husband holding a large, thick photo album in his hand.

He stared at one by one the photos on each sheet of the album, so he did not realize the existence of Habibah who had stood beside him to pay attention to him.

" What makes you so focused on looking at these photos?" asked Habibah who made Purnomo surprised.

" Oh.. You're back already? Be sitting... I was just looking through the photos in the past." replied Purnomo with a faint smile.

" Can I ask you something?" habibah asked hesitantly.

" Ask whatever you want to ask and want you to know, I will answer all your questions that I can answer. And I hope I can answer everything you will ask later." replied Purnomo gently as he grabbed Habibah's hand.

" Emm... May I know why you can do all this? What makes you like this? Didn't I hurt my heart a lot and even ruin my life by setting her up with Ririn? Why doesn't everything I've done make you hate me or get mad at me?"

" Hey...! Which one should I answer hem? Why so many questions? But it's okay, I'll answer everything... Then listen carefully, let no one miss okay..?

Hear me... I fell in love with the teenage girl in this picture from the first time I saw her not since I knew her. Because I fell in love with her when I didn't know her, more precisely before she knew me. Because I knew him before, but he didn't know me, hehehe...

What made me fall for him was his alert attitude towards all men, he was also very cold, he was fierce, jutek but he was also cute, and one thing that makes me fall in love and amazed is that he is diligent and not ashamed of the work in his daily life. I used to watch him quietly, he never seemed to smile at all, he was completely heartless, he was like a living robot. A flat facial expression, a sharp eye gaze, and she was a tomboyish chick that managed to make me curious half to death. You see this, this is a picture of the first time I saw him, it's just that I don't know his name yet. She was my first monkey love and also my first love to date. I don't know what spell he's been reciting for me until I can never really get mad at him. Only she can make me cry after my mom. But I still can't be mad at him. It was as if my heart was in his control. I wanted to run away many times from this bond that held my heart, but the more I tried it the more strongly my heart became attached to it. Every time I miss him, I always write him a letter, even though I never give him one. But somehow my sense of longing seemed to be taken for granted after I wrote it down and kept it as if he already knew what I was saying in every word I wrote in each of my letters.

I was happy every time I could see him even though I saw him from a distance, I was so happy and calm when I knew he was doing well. I fell in love with her when I was a teenager. I was only 14 and she was 3 years younger than me, and I still couldn't see another woman until I was 37. I remember I said I liked him when I was 17, and I've been waiting for his answer until now. He never once said if he liked me or not. Even though I already knew how she felt about me from the diary book I found. But I would love to hear it straight from his own mouth. The fool is, when I really want to know how she feels about me, it's like I can never see her heart at all. Until I really had to lose her I just knew how she felt about me because of her diary.

But I never stopped praying for happiness for him, I ran away from the fact many times that I could not escape from my feelings and finally I resigned. But I am now grateful with the greatest gratitude to God, for my feelings and my sincerity are not in vain. Because that woman is now with me and has always made me fall in love so many times.

Is there anything you want to ask me again?" Purnomo did not take his eyes off Habibah's face for a second as long as he expressed his feelings for the woman he loved so much. He wanted to see every change in his wife's face if he heard her confession. Even Purnomo did not think that all his words could make his wife shed tears. It's like listening to a sad love story.

" I'm sorry mas.." That's the only thing that came out of Habibah's tiny mouth.

" Why. should I apologize? I never blamed you.. Allah willed me to do so and I accepted it with sincerity and I never regretted it. And it turns out that God has a more beautiful plan for me. You were returned to me in a better and more beautiful state than when I was expecting you. But can I hear the words I've wanted to hear from you? It's not that I doubt you or don't believe you, but I want to hear those beautiful words right off your lips dear." whispered Purnomo as he gently touched Habibah's lips. Which automatically makes his chubby cheeks blush and his heart beat violently.

" What does it have to be? " her question felt unsure she could say the words her husband wanted. He was really embarrassed if he had to say it directly.

" I.m..."

Habibah was silent for a while as if he was thinking how to say it and at the same time gather his courage so that he could say it correctly, because for the rest of his life he never said about his love for anyone. He took a deep breath and slowly blew it and he did it up to three times.

" all right.. So listen... As the feelings of the mas in me are like that I am in the mas. It's just that I never knew since when I had that feeling, which I knew I was too comfortable with the presence of a mas near me.. And maybe I am the same as you, you are the first person to make me miss and feel lost. I always feel missed if one day I don't meet mas, I feel lost when we really can't get close and meet again. I feel pain in my heart every time I see someone close to another woman. He was the first person who could make me cry because of the pain in my heart that I did not know why. And mas was the first person to make me a cruel person, mas was a friend and lover for me. I realized that when I felt I didn't deserve it. I'm too good for me, that's why I want to get a lot better than me but I don't know what I'm good for is the worst for you. And it also hurt my heart. And now I can say with confidence that I really love Pur. Either then or now. I have never felt as happy as when I could be with mas, and mas Pur is the only thing I want now and my life is left. Because I love my husband so much." Habibah extended his heart that he could never say long ago. She looked at the smiling face of her husband with sweetness, and Purnomo embraced her with his two arms. How warm a hug he gave.

" Thank you dear... I'm so happy to hear all of this directly from you not just from your mute writing. I'm really happy." Haru's tears finally managed to slide free from Purnomo's eyes that he had been holding since when his wife revealed his heart.

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