The Love Behind Rejection

At Dusk

After Zafran left for the office, Tari decided to take a short walk on the beach. He was also confused about having to do it in the room alone. He walked along the beach while continuing to admire the beauty of the white sand. Occasionally he inhaled deeply the air of the beach while stretching out his hands.

The corner of his heart suddenly wanders into the past as he and Zayn whom he knows as Dimas spend a lot of time together on the beach.

"How are you doing, Dimas? are you in the mansion now? Is your memory back? But do you not remember the seed you planted in my land?"

And various more questions popped up one by one in his head. When the feeling of sadness will master it, he decided to go back to the room and shed his tears there.

Too tired to cry, he finally fell asleep. It turned out that being alone in a place like this could evoke his memories back with Dimas.

The sound of the phone that had rang several times, woke Dance up from her subconscious. He grabbed the flat object on the nightstand and saw the name of the caller on his screen.

"Hello baby, I'm sorry that mom interfered. Mama just wanted to know if you guys have arrived? Zafran hasn't called mom since."

"No kog ma, Dance's sorry because we forgot to tell mama. Mas Zafran hurried to the office when we just arrived. He didn't even get to rest."

"The child is always more concerned with work than rest. But you don't follow Zafran's habits. You should rest there a lot. Remember you are pregnant young. Mama doesn't want to happen something to your mom's first grandchild."

"Yeah, ma. Mama take it easy."

"Yes already. Then mama closes first yah phonenya. Mama wants to nemenin Delia and Zayn to mama's subscription boutique. They're gonna look at the wedding dress."

Deg

Deg

"So it's true that Dimas will finally marry that woman?"

When Tari was struggling with her feelings, the voice of Elisha's mother slightly surprised her.

"Tar, Dance, are you still there, baby?"

"Eh i-iyya ma."

"Entar mama phone again. It's fine there."

"Yes, ma."

***

"Ma, that's Zafran's wife huh?" zayn asked as Elisha's mother closed the phone.

"Yes, your sister has a job outside the city and her wife was taken there when she was pregnant young."

"really? Brother Zafran turned out to be Tokcer too well, just last month of marriage, was already pregnant."

Zayn's words made the mother and son both laugh. They knew Zafran had been very cold with her name.

"But I'm curious, ma. Which woman has managed to melt the heart of Zafran. That woman is no ordinary woman."

"Surely she is beautiful and also very gentle. Mama's sure she can be a good wife to Zafran."

"I can't wait to see him. I'll thank him for melting my brother's frozen heart."

"You'll see each other when they get back."

"Let's go, baby. Delia must have waited a long time."

"Yes, ma."

The two of them stood up from the living room and walked out of the house. Not long heard the sound of Zayn's car leaving the Mansion.

***

That afternoon Tari again sat on the balcony chair while enjoying the breeze of the beach that hit his white face. The orange hue on the east side slowly revealed its face making a deep impression on its connoisseurs. His heart now felt calmer and more peaceful.

"I will no longer be a pitiful woman and be pitied by my own husband. I promise I will make Zafran fall in love with me. If Zayn can live a very good life, why can't I? Zayn is only the past that I will bury deeply. My future is mas Zafran." said Tari as if whispering to himself.

"What is your dreamy hobby?"

"When was he there?"

"Since you've been smiling yourself just by staring at dusk."

Dance was really embarrassed to hear Zafran's words. Her husband must have thought she was crazy.

"I was reminded of the same funny story Chery, mas." he replied lying.

Zafran only raised his eyebrows, nor did he intend to ask any further at Dance.

"You take a shower, Mom. I'll make you coffee."

Zafran did not answer. But he also did not refuse.

"Patience of Dance, silence means yes." Inner Dance.

Zafran then walked to the bathroom and went inside to clean himself up.

After a few minutes, Zafran has come out just by using a towel. He smiled seeing that in bed was available a change of clothes for him to wear. He was sure it must be dance work. But he did not see the figure of the woman in the room. He spread his gaze throughout the corner of the room and found that Tari had just come out of the kitchen carrying a cup of coffee in his hand.

She was used to seeing Zafran bare-chested like that after bathing but until now she had never touched her husband's sexy chest.

"This is the coffee, mas."

"Hum..."

Dari placed the cup on the table and hurriedly turned around and stepped towards the balcony as Zafran was seen to be taking off his towel. Seeing that, Zafran again smiled.

"He looks so funny that way." Zafran.

"Ih, why the hell doesn't he have any shame, keep showing it to me." The dance.

"I am her husband. Why is he still so embarrassed. I have no intention of doing anything to her as long as she's pregnant." Zafran.

"But actually it's okay, he's my husband." The dance.

"But we are only husband and wife on paper, he should be more shameless. Come on, stupid fucking." The dance.

"Once magrib's over, we'll have dinner outside" Zafran said following Tari to the balcony.

Dance could feel the smell of her husband's perfume which was now very soothing. If only the two of them were a real married couple, he would have immediately embraced this man beside him. And they will look very romantic, sitting together looking at the dusk that is almost drowned. Dance smiled back at herself thinking about it. He forgot Zafran who was near him.

"Dance, do you hear me?"

As there was no answer yet, Zafran brought his mouth closer to Dance's ear and let out a little scream.

"There's crocodiles!"

"Yeah..."

The dance immediately jumped out of her chair and reflexively hugged Zafran. She closed her eyes and drowned her head on her husband's chest.

"Where's the weather, mas?"

"The weather is gone."

"Thank God" said Tari still hugging tightly to her husband's waist.

"Are you going to keep hugging me, even if the culture is gone?"

Dance hurriedly took it off and cursed herself. He then walked quickly into the room hiding his reddened face in embarrassment.

💜At this time I can't convince myself to love that has begun to grow, but I'm sure if you're really chosen for me, it will be nurtured by itself...# Zafran💜