The Love Between Two Countries

Azharin Decree

Do not stop in the middle of the road. Don't stop looking at the world. There's still a lot to see up ahead.

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The sun has slipped. The day started to look dark. Not only because the afternoon has arrived, the cloudy weather also supports the dark today. In one city, there is a crowded activity of drivers or human activities that go back and forth. The afternoon and evening did not hinder their activities.

The atmosphere was cloudy, as if representing someone's face. She was a mature and charming looking girl. Her pretty face looks so grim.

The girl was seen in a corner of a cafe. He was just stirring up a drink that was still puffing hot steam. Before long, he looked up when the man in front of him greeted.

"Sorry, there's a lot of work in the office." The man pulled the chair in front of the girl and sat down.

"What's wrong" the girl replied briefly.

The man mentioned his order when the waitress came inquiring. After which, he looked back at the girl in front of him. "What's taking me to meet you this afternoon?"

"Can't you?" ask the girl.

"Not so, you always refuse after work if I hang out at the cafe. Especially near your office." The man explained with a slight frown.

"Ohhh, that's because we won't have time for the night." The girl's tone was increasingly sounding full of emphasis.

"What's wrong?" the man began to feel bad.

The girl looked in the face of the man in front of her. He took a breath and exhaled slowly. The girl loved the man very much. He could only say, "I want us to stop here."

The girl who was still wearing the work uniform, said by mastering her heart so as not to return fragile. Azharin, 29 years old. A girl was stiff in stature and did not speak much. People judge themselves as arrogant. Nature reserved. He works at the immigration office.

"Have you found another man. A man who's more established and more considerate of me?" ask the man. A man who looks the same age as Azharin.

"You know better the reason" replied Azharin lazily. Azharin did not want to argue for too long. This is not the first time the man has accused himself of wanting to end a year-long love affair.

"Can't you wait a little longer?" ask the man. His name is Hendri.

"My age is enough to get married. I mean, pretty far too. If you're not ready for parental consent, I can't wait anymore." Azharin was steady with his words.

Hendri doesn't know what else to say. He just kept quiet. Hendri's silence deemed Azharin to agree, and the matter was resolved. Azharin without much ado left the man. Hendri could only breathe agitatedly.

Hendri has not left the cafe, waiting for drinks that have not been delivered. Her memory returned a week ago when she tried to ask her mother for permission again.

Flashback ....

"Ma, until when will Mama refuse Azharin?"

"Until Mama dies!"

"What's wrong with her Ma? I've been with him for almost seven years Ma." Hendri always asked the reason for his mother's rejection of her lover for the last two years. But never get an answer.

"Who she is, she was born to a man who likes to marry and her mother is just an ordinary housewife" said Hendri's mother sounding sharp.

"That's always Mama's excuse. Reason that makes no sense to me." Hendri still denied slowly.

"No matter what makes sense or not. Mama disagreed. Better, I die than have a daughter-in-law like her!" His mother still insisted.

"Ma, watch the words. Don't overdo insulting people." Hendri's brother named Mahendra reminded his mother not to be outrageous in speaking.

But the feeling of dislike that had been ingrained, still could not shake the stance of the middle-aged woman. "You two are the same. You also denied the words of Mama. In fact, you ignored my mother's warning. Now proved no, your wife asked for a divorce and left you and her son."

"Mama doesn't care. Disagreeing, disagreeing." The middle-aged woman instead left her two sons in the living room.

"I really don't understand your mind, Bang." Hendri sounded like he was complaining. He doesn't know what else to do.

"Would you get married secretly and you say you want to stay at home. Didn't you buy the house secretly?" Mahendra's smile was present when he saw his sister was shocked.

"Where do you know?"

"The eyes of many brothers," said Mahendra deliberately teased his sister to forget for a moment the burden on his heart.

If Hendri was still sitting daydreaming in the cafe, Azharin had arrived at his house. He undressed and washed his face. Then lie down using only a bathrobe.

"Lord, I'm not asking you to always smile. However, don't let me get too late with the sadness. I'm afraid I'm too far off track and let go of my true nature." Azharin muttered while lying down looking at the ceiling of the room.

He took a cell phone. Open a photo gallery. The fingers began to look at each photo. Select and press the delete button. Yeah, he started deleting Hendri's photos. Either alone or with him.

"Goodbye. Split the best path for our future" he said addressed to himself. Resisting sadness. His heart was crumpled, feeling painful as a razor slashed the skin of his body.

Azharin then put the phone on the side of the head. Eyes glazed. Before long the clear details accompanied his smooth cheeks. He quickly wiped it with his smooth hands. "No, no. I can't cry. Her mother doesn't like me. I have to be strong for my future."

Azharin quickly comforted herself. He wiped his tears back. Trying to keep him from dripping back. Azharin failed, she decided to cry releasing the sense of tightness present. He's stabilizing the heart. His memory returned on the night of Hendri's mother's arrival.

That night, the door was knocked. Azharin opens up, and she is very surprised by the arrival of Megan's mistress, Hendri's mother.

"Mother? Please come in, ma'am." Azharin invited gently.

Without greetings without hospitality and without sitting, the middle-aged woman immediately said, "Leave Hendri! Until I die, I won't bless you!"

Azharin was stunned and could not believe that the woman who used to be friendly to him had become so cold and heartless. Azharin sighed and said, "Okay Mother, tomorrow I will finish with Hendri. Mother don't worry. I would never marry without my blessing."

"Good, if you understand." Back, without further ado the woman stepped towards the door.

His regular steps came to a halt when he heard Azharin's slow voice. "Again, ma'am, may I know why Mom changed for me?"

Azharin recalled that the woman changed when two years ago they asked for permission to marry. Since the rejection, Azharin never visited again, even Hendri also never offered to go home.

The woman without turning her head towards Azharin told, "You're from a broken family. One thing's for sure, I'm afraid your father's mating gene is down on you. I don't want that to happen in my family!"

The woman came out of Azharin's house. Leaving Azharin standing in freezing. He did not expect that his father's attitude would be an excuse.

"Father, if you hear his words. Don't feel sad don't feel guilty about me anymore. I never blamed my father after I was grown up. I understand for father's reasons. Those who leave father include mother. I don't want to understand you."

Azharin headed for the door and locked. He went back to the kitchen and made a glass of warm milk. He tried to quell the pain that was scratched from the sharp tongue of mistress Megan. That night, despite swallowing a glass of warm milk, his eyes could not sleep. Pain repeatedly attacks the heart.

"Ufff, I'm sure I can. Love will fade with time because it does not meet each other" he said after returning from memory that night. Azharin then got out of her bed and headed for the bathroom. He wanted to cool his body and heart.

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