Trapped in Love in an Old Match

25. Jessica's Return

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This afternoon my mother told me to deliver a bushel to the mosque near the intersection in front. Every Friday Mother often provides food for the marbot who works there.

I step foot slowly while thinking about what Mother said yesterday, about Rangga that I just knew. Now I am also afraid if Rangga to open his hatin again for other women.

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon I arrived in front of the mosque. I looked around the mosque there was no sign of the person I was looking for. I chose to go in first for the dhuha prayer. Sometimes, I used to go to this mosque to pray.

Finished with my prayer, I raised my hand, placed it parallel to the chest. Close your eyes and start praying. "O Allah, forgive your servant these few days I forgot you, you are not angry right? I wish the no. Now I'm married to a man I didn't know and didn't love at first. But now I'm starting to love him and even love him. I hope you don't reverse Rangga's old nature again." Without knowing my tears are falling.

"Thank you for listening to me." Whisper me, then wipe my tears. Then I smiled before taking off the face I was wearing.

I took back the bushel I put next to me. I'm going to find again Mr. Mamad this mosque's marbot. However, my body froze, I was surprised when I saw Rangga was already standing in front of the mosque door, his hands were folded in the chest, he smiled when he saw me turn his body facing him. Since when was he here, did he listen to all of my words?

"Why is your face so rich." Rangga looked at me, indeed now my face was a little pale because he was surprised to see her who was suddenly behind him.

"Why with my face. Since when have you been here?"

Rangga did not answer my first question. "From that moment, when you were praying."

"Huh." My eyes were round hearing Rangga's reply.

"Udah, let's go home your sister has come home."

"Oh yeah. But I brought this bushel first huh?"

I stepped closer to Rangga, then walked parallel to him.

"Dania?"

Rangga and I looked together at the source of the voice. The Mr. Mamad I was looking for came to me.

"Sir Mamad, I was looking for you earlier. I'm leaving this bushel for you." I handed over the mantle to the thin-bodied Mr. Mamad.

"Thank you, who is this?"

"I'm her husband." I fell silent as Rangga introduced himself by extending his hand.

"So this is your husband, congratulations. You are so lucky to have a husband like this. May Allah bless and bless your marriage. When did you get married?"

"Thank you sir for your prayers. I'm sorry we didn't invite anyone during the wedding just family."

I smiled and said goodbye to Mr. Mamad. On the way home we just quietly, no one spoke.

While at home, I saw Jessica sitting at the dinner table. I approached her and greeted her. "Hallo Jessica, it's a long time we haven't met."

Jessica just smiled. Maybe Jessica doesn't want to talk to me. Jessica never liked me.

"Yes already. Let's have lunch together, I made you a delicious side dish."

I sat next to Rangga opposite Jessica. Every now and then I see Jessica flicking her matan at Rangga. I try to think positively. Hopefully Jessica does not regret her rejection of her marriage at that time.

After eating we watch TV together. Jessica's permission to go to the kitchen to get some water. Soon Rangga went to the bathroom.

It's been almost 10 minutes they haven't returned, I intend to approach Rangga in the bathroom, as I pass the kitchen. I was surprised to see Rangga and Jessica in the kitchen together.

"Are you angry with me?" Jessica

"Why should I be angry with you?"

"I refused the match at that time, and then Brother Dania took my place. Are you happy with my brother?"

"There's no reason I'm not happy with him."

"But..." It's not over Jessica said I'm approaching them. "Sorry brother, we're just taking a drink. I'm going ya."

"When are you here?"

"just now. I'm gonna make some coffee."

"Can." Rangga nodded and smiled at me, then went to the room.