The Perfect Happiness

The 188 Eps

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Still Haikal POV's.

Max lit his cigarette out of his pants pocket, then tossed his box pack onto the table. While looking at me who was also looking at him with a glass of mango juice in my hand.

“What do you love, all of us? We still need you, the hospital especially needs you.” Max firmly opened his voice again.

I exhaled violently, then turned my back to the chair I was sitting on. Re-igniting the cigarette I reached after previously putting down the juice glass. "I need some time, Max."

This time it was he who breathed. “You till when?” Max this time looks very desperate to say that. And this time he looks like a big brother in general.

Not everyone can be strong and strong when faced with a problem. What's more this is a serious matter which in the end, all depends on me.

“When it happens, it's not you who takes care of it, Kal. Anyway, this is how you want to get married. You want to be canceled just that all invitations, catering with other vendors?”

It did not feel like the corner of my eye had started to spit out a drop of water, which split a second later turned into a stream of tears that I had long endured. I bowed my head, crying over the situation and regretting what I had done. I can't seem to get out of this house, I can't afford to meet people out there. More to meet Clara.

At once Max took out a cigarette tucked in my finger, which was still burning and threw it away. He held me as a brother who did not judge his sister at all. I was crying in that trap. Spilling my deepest regret.

“It's ok, Kal. It's not all you who's wrong. Circumstances that force everything to happen.” shriek.

“I'm afraid of failure, Max. I'm afraid I can't be a good husband to him. I'm afraid I can't take care of him.”

“All must be afraid, me too. It all depends on the way you deal with the problem. Not running away from that problem. The life of my family and Tika is not a perfect marriage. There's always a problem, because it means we're different, but we always face it, right?” advice slowly.

“And you can just take a good example, do not take bad examples of our every problem. Isn't it all this time that we have a problem always running to you? Ask for your opinion? And your advice has always made it this far. Yeah, right?” it was again that made me think.

I don't know why Max's words made me feel so much calmer than before. Slowly I was able to stop my crying and control my emotions. Yeah, maybe I just need to make peace with myself, not lock myself up like this.

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After a few days, I finally decided to leave my house. My first goal was to get out of the house, not where I work. Except to Clara's house. For days I locked myself up, I didn't get any messages or news from him. I really miss him.

At moderate speed I drove my car towards Clara's house, carrying a bouquet of red roses that I had previously bought. The plan was to invite him to go to his mother's grave.

Tok tok!!

I knocked on Clara's front door. I know he's still on leave given by his office, so he's definitely at home right now. I stood here for a long time until the door opened and Clara's father appeared from behind the door.

“Dad,” my sap so see him.

“What's he doing there, Dad?” Suddenly I was worried about him.

“Taxi rail.”

“Then I go there, Dad, excuse me.” As soon as his father nodded, I rushed back into the car and stepped on the gas pedal of the car and immediately drove there, towards his mother's grave.

It didn't take long to reach her mother's grave. From inside the car, I could already see Clara sitting next to the tomb. With a bouquet of flowers I got out of the car and walked over to him.

Then I immediately placed the flower on the ground of the grave of his mother who was still wet. Clara was surprised by my presence there. At first he turned to look at me but next, he just looked at the tombstone of his mother. Don't mind me anymore.

“I know you're still angry. And I also realized I was crossing a line. Once again, all because I care, my clean”, “asal you know, it took me days to convince myself about the future of our relationship.”

Spontaneously his head moved to look at me, our eyes looked at each other then I lowered my head, equalizing the level high, so that my words this time he could understand. And maybe I should be selfish to protect my own feelings. It's not that I'm wired for the decisions I've taken before. But because I don't want a problem to last longer and I need my brain for my job. A smile from another family.

“I ask you to be my wife, it does not mean I let your condition with what asthma is. If it can be treated why not do it? I want to age with you, see our descendants laugh with their children. I want to fight with you. Not for a while but forever,” added me again.

I didn't touch his hand at all, even though this heart really wanted to do it. I wanted to hold her, ask her to share that sadness with me. But I tried to hold it in, I didn't want to be presumptuous and take advantage of the situation just for my own feelings.

“If you want our wedding date rescheduled, I will do it. But if you want to cancel .. sorry, I can't. That heart can only be for me. Your heart belongs to me.” I shed my tears when I said that.

Clara bowed limp, she no longer looked at me, even she averted her eyes staring back at her mother's grave. I violently rubbed my eyes, again trying hard.

If you think I'm selfish, it's true that I'm selfish for my feelings and mine. For I do not want to play in this, for to me love is sacred. Love is not just talking about taste to a partner. It is not a matter of uniting two hearts and two heads but love can unite all tastes and conditions.

I stood back up without saying anything more, then turned around and walked away. It hurts, leaving the person I love to stay there alone. However, all this I had to do was because I realized, Clara is an only child, who must have been spoiled by both parents. Until I had to be a little assertive for some little things.

Then I got into the car and leaned against my body. Sighing and closing my eyes, I cut the hair on my head. Either true or not what I said to Clara earlier.

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