The Love that is Haram

Apologies

The next day, Hasna was busy washing clothes. Herman approached Nasywa, who was in the living room.

Nasywa who was surprised at the arrival of Herman who had stood just a few cents away from him almost shouted. But Herman quickly put his index finger to his own lips.

"Hssst! Don't yell."

Nasywa was speechless staring fearfully at Herman while glancing at the items located behind him just in case.

"Don't be afraid Nasywa, you came here just to apologize to you."

"What!" Nasywa did not believe what Herman had just said.

"Ya Nasywa, I'm really sorry well, at that time I was really khilaf."

Nasywa was still silent with a look of disbelief.

"Nasywa, I don't know what demon possessed the Father at that time so that the Father could do that heinous thing to you, I really feel ashamed of you Nasywa. Forgive me, Father." Herman knelt down and tried to hold both Nasywa's legs.

"Mr!" The shocked Nasywa walked back two steps.

"What you're doing, you shouldn't be like this, you're older than me, you don't have to touch my feet."

"It's necessary Nasywa even if need be I'll touch your feet in front of your mother, the important thing is you want to forgive Father."

"No sir, don't say anything to Mom, I don't want you to get hurt."

"Then what you have to do to forgive your father, you don't want to feel guilty for a lifetime, You also don't want this guilt to make you ignore your pregnant mother."

Hearing that and seeing the earnestness of Herman, Nasywa finally forgave his stepfather and gave him the opportunity to correct his mistakes.

"All right..."

"All right? You mean you forgive me Father?" ask Herman to make sure.

"Yes, I'll take this as just an error that you accidentally said, Now you wake up and help mom, make mom happy and never betray her."

"Yes... It's definitely... Honey, thank you for forgiving me." Herman happily left Nasywa and followed what Nasywa said. Yeah it helps Hasna do the homework.

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Since then Herman really no longer mess with Nasywa. And during that time also Nasywa can live his days at home comfortably and quietly because his stepfather really changed.

Until a month passed Nasywa still did not get a job. And during that time also he did not contact Kenzo, Although inwardly sometimes misses him greatly he tries hard to no longer be in touch with her. But different than today. Today he misses her so much and can no longer hold back his longing. With trembling hands he pressed Kenzo's name on his phone screen.

Nasywa waited long enough. There was no response from Kenzo. Nasywa hung up her phone with a sad feeling.

"Did Ken really forget me,"

With tears dripping down Nasywa opened her cell phone gallery to look at the memories of the two of them. But instead of being treated, the greater the sense of longing he felt.

"Don't you feel my longing, Ken...?" inner Nasywa who increasingly felt tightness in her heart.

Moments later the cry came to a halt as his phone rang. Nasywa quickly placed the flat object into her ear.

"Hallo Ken's..."

"Hallo Ma'am Nasywa..."

Nasywa who did not have time to see whose name entered his number felt disappointed to hear the voice of others instead of Ken who he was waiting for. He looked at the screen of his phone for a moment and saw an unknown number calling him.

"Yes.. Who'sis this?" nasywa said weakly.

"I'm Ibnu, he said Ma'am Nasywa again looking for work huh?"

"Yes right."

"It just so happens that I'm in need of someone to help my wife keep the boutique, Is Miss Nasywa willing?"

"E... I want Sir, I want" Nasywa said excitedly.

"But the salary is small, Ma'am Nasywa. We're just starting to start."

"Yes no papa sir, how much I want is important I have a job rather than at home is nothing."

"Thank God I am happy to hear it, Then I will send the address yes, And Later in the afternoon Mbak Nasywa can immediately come to discuss and see the location first.

"Sir, thank you very much."

The phone call ended. Nasywa was so happy that after a long time he got a job that would keep him busy and forget all the bitterness in his life. But that smile came to a halt as he thought of where did that fellow get his number from?

"aaah... I'll call a lot of people to help me find a job, maybe one of them gave me my number." Nasywa's inner self brushed off her own doubts.

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