Trapped in the Love of the Past
Trapped in the Love of the Past
Your husband, my first love
"Assalamualaikum, Kaila!"
The pat of someone on the shoulder felt a bit tight. Success surprised me who was seriously glaring at emails in the inbox.
"Getishalight." I said as I turned the chair. Now I'm dealing with that girl.
"Shock you know!"
The hijab girl in front was just a horse.
"You know, this hour is serious in front of the company."
His hands pointed the watch right in front of his face.
"Ish.what the hell."
I pulled out his right arm.
I saw the wall clock in the office still showing at 07:00 while the working hours started at 7:45.
From the first time I worked at this company, I was famous for being the most diligent among the occupants of the QA department room.
After breakfast at 06:30 I left the boarding house, and arrived at the office 15 minutes later. Every morning walk to the office which is about 1 Km from the boarding place. And that's what I've done to this day, two years of work.
I think, rather than at the cost, why too. Mending at work. I can meet people.
"Lil.ayo to the meeting room."
Take Nisa a few minutes later.
His right hand held an agenda that he used to take notes. While his left hand carries a cloth bag that is quite large in size.
"What's that?"
My index finger pointed at the black bag.
"Secret.he.he.."
Nisa replied while chuckling.
"Ah you play secret - secrecy, watch out!"
I pinched the little arm of that girl my age.
"Auu.." cried the girl.
A moment later we were both in the meeting room. Then take a seat next to it.
I see all the occupants of the QA room are ready in their seats.
Mr. Hamid, QA manager opened the morning meeting with a presentation containing some customer complaints that we got last week. And as usual, he asked that a solution be immediately sought and a report was immediately made.
"I think so long ago meeting this morning, later if there is a recent update please immediately ininfo."
Said the man with the heavy beard.
"Oh yes Myr, please later set up again yes to back up Nisa anyone."
Tell Mr. Hamid to Mbak Myra, Nisa's superior.
"Well sir, I'll talk to Nisa."
Reply Myra.
I looked in wonder at Nisa.
"Do you want Nis' leave?"
"Yes dong."
Say
I saw Nisa so sumringah. The girl then moved while carrying the bag she had tipped earlier.
"Mr - Mister, Ma'am - mbak all, this is my invitation yes."
Nisa looks like a smile - a small smile while sharing some invitations.
"Don't forget dateng loo.bring gift."
Joking. A crisp laugh sounded from his mouth.
"Ih.elu very evil Nis, diem - diem bae."
I pouted as I received a dusty pink invitation from Nisa.
"Liar surprise."
Spoiled kerling.
"Well.solmet you've been practicing lo Lil, you live dong."
"I think Lila's waiting for Sarmin, sir."
Said Mr. Edi, my boss who was greeted by the laughter of everyone in the room.
Mang Sarmin is a true singles in this company. At the age of close to 50, the man has not seen any signs of marriage. Every single girl who is single in this office, young people are the joke material to be paired with the girl.
"Oh, amit - Amit sir."
I hit my head a few times with my fingers. Hope Mr. Edi's words are not guaranteed by angels.
"Eat him a piece of dong."
Said Mr. Edi again. Again, laughing with jokes.
"Yes sir, it's also an effort."
I replied as long as not feel this lip forward a few centi.
" Come on Ed!"
Tell Mr. Hamid while laughing.
Welcomed with laughter throughout the meeting room.
I can only be a manyun made into a joking object of my superiors.
" Your future husband is Muhammad Azzam Hasan, Nis."
The deg!
Suddenly my heart trembled when I heard Myra say the name of Nisa's husband.
Buru - I rush to open the invitation which was still sealed.
Immediately my eyes were fixed on the name of the groom.
"Muhammad Azzam Hasan S.Si"
Suddenly my body felt weak.
Is this just the same name, or is it the same person?
I sipped a glass of water on the front desk of the chair to neutralize the nervousness.
It seems Nisa is still handing out invitations.
His eyes looked sparkling - twinkle. A smile does not come off his lips.
"Where is Nis?"
Ask Ms. Myra.
"Nisa Taaruf Mbak, the naji teacher who knows us."
Answer the wide-hijab girl. His eyes sparkled with happiness.
"I don't have a picture of him, so curious."
I murmured still with a slightly trembling tone.
"Well, come dong, let me know."
He said as he flicked his finger right in front of his face. Makes me back a few centis.
I gulped back the water in front of me.
I swallowed the saliva. Sighs deeply. Then put on the sweetest smile in front of my best friend.
"Ready, God willing."
I walked out of the meeting room with a raging mind.
Think of the name on Nisa's wedding invitation.
The exact same name as someone who 3 years ago once gave me hope to step into a dream wedding. Building a harmonious household with adorable cute kids.
A man who suddenly disappeared from my life.
The man I always called in prayer for me to see him again. Until finally giving up. No longer mentioned in prayer.
Until decided to bury all the memories with him by migrating to this city. Maybe he was not someone God intended to be with me.
My heart rages. The questions filled the head. Was it true that the name owner on the invitation was the same person as the man?
Is it true that Nisa's future husband is Azzam, my first love?
Or is it just coincidence that the name is the same?
Seriate.
