The Wasted Bride

Second Chance (Aldair POV)

The atmosphere in Ghifari's dining room made me very uncomfortable. Even though I know, it was you who made it that way.

After all who thought it turned out that Naina's friend who was always talked about as the future daughter-in-law of the Ghifari family was Arwaa, my wife.

Ah, I mean ex. Yeah, ex-wife, after I divorced her a few hours ago.

Honestly, this heart feels heavy to take it off. The figure that I missed his presence by my side lately.

It was so painful when Arwaa asked me to divorce her.

Is that as bad as the wound I gave him so he's reluctant to come back?

Stupid, of course!

Obviously not, there's nothing he can expect from me. The wicked husband, who has never been grateful for the best treasure God has given, a wife of prayer.

No wonder Arwaa chose to leave a husband like me.

With this I know that we need to get hurt, to be able to keep. It takes more to crumble, to know how important it is to be grateful.

If only these wounds and throws had come earlier, perhaps I could have kept his heart and also been grateful for his presence by my side.

Haa...

I hate myself for being hurt the most, but I hurt the most.

***

Very amusing.

I'm really like a convict right now. After dinner, Mehmet asked for time to talk. Although not willing, but there is no reason to refuse because I know what he wants to talk about.

"When are you coming back?"

Well, his attitude is completely different from before.

What because now he knows that I am a man who has hurt the woman he loves.

It is true that love can change a person. Just like this self that turns blind because of unreal love.

"Tomorrow," I answered listlessly.

I saw Mehmet looking at me with a stern look before he ruffled his hair in frustration and cupped his face with both hands while hesighfar.

After calmer he leaned his body against the wall next to the door and put his hands in his pants pocket on each side.

"Almost I hate you Al" he said making me frown.

Isn't it normal? I mean, I hurt Arwaa, the woman she loved.

"I can't judge you just because you've hurt Arwaa,"

"You may be better in God's eyes than I am."

Heh! Is he mocking me?!

I chuckle amusedly. "Don't joke Mehmet."

He smiled, looking very calm. Compared to what I imagined.

"No, I'm serious. I mean who knows what a person's reward is."

I smiled wryly. "Yes, at least I know how many sins I have committed."

"Well, that's great! Then tell me how many sins I have committed!"

What's?!

"Why look at me like that, don't you know the amount of your sins, then you can also know the amount of my sins" he mocked.

"Ck!"

I was upset to see her behavior.

"It seems you still don't understand why God brought you to meet Arwaa huh."

I love this guy playing puzzles.

"Al, if I had known you were Arwaa's husband the first time, I probably wouldn't have called you. You too, if you know I love Arwaa, maybe you'll beat me up when you first met,"

"But in reality, God eases all our affairs. Didn't even get you together with Arwaa at Aunt Claire's bakery, so we could reach a cooperation agreement easily,"

"God only brought you together with Arwaa after our business was done, after you got an understanding of marriage in the study this morning,"

"God gave you a second chance to make you regret all your deeds Al" he explained, looking at me.

"What's the second chance? I'm even divorced..."

"God! This second chance doesn't mean you can get back together with Arwaa. After all he was only a human, there was a limit to his heart being able to receive the wounds given. And Allah is Most Forgiving, Most Forgiving. No matter how great your sin, Allah will always take you back, of course, with you who repent nasuha,"

"Al, you may be disappointed that God did not predestine you with Arwaa. But think about it, have you ever been disappointed in yourself for not being able to pray on time. Disappointed because he had not read the Qur'an. Disappointed to be angry more often than grateful?"

"Really, the person we should hate the most is ourselves" Mehmet said.

I looked down at Mehmet's words.

It's true what he said.

Unconsciously all I did was blame the father who set me up with Arwaa. Blaming my family for loving Arwaa, also blaming her for receiving affection from my family. And I blame God for His destiny which made Arwaa in my life.

But because of all this, I began to understand his scenario.

I learned patience from anger. Learn the hardships of a happy life. Learn to cry from happiness. Learning from pain. Learn to rely on exams, and learn riddho from one provision.

"Thank you Mehmet for awakening me" I said sincerely.

I saw the man shake.

"I didn't do anything. All of this is God's word. Rest, you must be tired. Oh, what time's your flight tomorrow?" Ask.

"I'm taking a night flight."

"Oh, okay. Then what are you going to do tomorrow before you leave?"

I looked doubtfully at him. Ah, no, actually this heart is in doubt about my plans to visit the Arwaa family home.

This self just wants to apologize for all the things I've done to Arwaa. Especially Uncle Jhonny, but is he in Canada?

Huh!

Never mind, obviously I want to apologize to everyone I may have hurt.

I scratch the nape that doesn't itch.

"Hm... Mehmet can you accompany me tomorrow to Arwaa's house?" I'm not sure.

"certain."

Uh!

I saw Mehmet smiling.

"While you're divorced, there's no harm in sticking the strings. Aye right?!"

He patted me on the shoulder before greeting me and disappeared behind the door.

Haa...

Arwaa, if you ever meet your real soul mate, I hope it's Mehmet.

He's a good man, also shale. I am so sure he will take care of you and love you with all his heart.

Not like me...

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