Trapped in the Love of the Past
Trapped in the Love of the Past
"Assalamualaik."
Knock the door three times.
"Waalaikum salam. Oh, wait."
The cry of the mother from inside the house makes this heart arrive - suddenly fragile. Can't wait to immediately spill the sadness that is crammed inside.
Instantly I slammed into the body of the woman who gave birth to me 29 years ago when I saw her behind the door. Cry broke.
I'm stuck on his shoulder.
Her stools were wet with hardened tears.
Mom said nothing. The woman just stroked my head lovingly.
He knows very well that right now I just need to cry. It is not time to ask what happened to this child. For a long time I was drowning in tears on his shoulders.
Mother led me to a chair in the living room as this cry subsided a little. His wrinkled hands wiped the tears that kept flowing. Then hugged my body warmly.
"Change clothes and rest first."
His word.
I'm nodding.
Hurry to the bathroom at the back of the house. Then lay down in the room after changing clothes.
I saw my mother approaching as I was hugging the tosca blue gloved roll.
Rewinding my head.
"Where's mom?"
Tanyaku.
"Father went to Mr. Lurah's house. Take a certificate."
Soft talk.
Now my head has moved from the pillow to his lap.
"Did you ever tell me about Azzam to mom?"
I see my mother breathing deeply.
"Yes, you know everything?"
I'm nodding. My eyes are wet again.
"You must not be angry with me, Father.
Pinta Mother's. I saw tears dripping down her cheeks that had been wrinkled.
"Mother don't cry, Lila promised not to be angry with you."
I got up and hugged my mother tightly.
I can't watch him cry.
"I'm sorry your father came to Nak Azzam's family. At that time I had forbidden, but your father insisted on going there."
The view of the old woman was glaring like trying to remember the events of 3 years ago.
"Your father objected to you marrying Azzam. He said he was ashamed to have a son-in-law whose father had been imprisoned."
Shortness of back breaking through in the heart. It was as if I could feel the pain of the young man's heart.
"Know Nduk, every parent wants the best for their child. And your father felt at that time, that not marrying Azzam was best for you."
Mom looked at me shady.
I held my body in his arms.
"Now you realize that what he did at that time was a mistake."
"Last year, my father and mother came to Ms. Harti's house to apologize. But haven't met Azzam."
"You don't talk about it in front of you."
Pinta mom is a little bit squishy.
"Yes ma'am."
I hugged her body tightly again.
"You know where it came from?"
"Azzam, Mum. And now she's married to Mom."
I sobbed back in his arms.
"Nice is the same as Nisa Bu. hu.hu.."
Again - again my cries managed to shake this old body.
Mom held me tight.
It was as if he felt the pain that was now afflicting his girl. To rub my head, trying to strengthen his son who is currently at the lowest point in his life. I didn't feel like I was sleeping in his arms.
I have been home for 4 days. My heart is starting to improve. I tried to let Azzam go of my life. As my mother advised me that life, death, soul mate is determined by God. Whoever will be my soul mate, God must meet at the right time. Do not ask God to be betrothed to the one name we want. Because HE knows who the best men deserve to be with us.
On the other hand, the attitude of the father has also changed drastically. He became more patient. And as my mother asked, I did not bring up the issue of his arrival at Azzam's house 3 years ago.
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Time showed at 18:00 as I set foot back in this industrial city. From the airport I took a taxi to my boarding house which was taken for 30 minutes. I felt so relieved after meeting my mother. It's true if someone says that mother is a true solace.
Now my heart is struggling to fulfill the destiny that God has given me. Azzam for Nisa. Although it will take a short time.
Eliminating the annoyance of Nisa who had possessed the soul. He was not wrong in this complicated story.
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"Assalamualaikum, good morning Nisaa."
I shouted from the door of our department room.
"Vaalaikumsalam, O Allah of Calila. Have you come?"
Shouts from his desk.
I nodded while smiling at him.
I saw Nisa sumringah.
In his eyes I returned to being the Kalila he had known before.
"Lets go open by - by."
I embrace. We chuckle.
I'm sorry, Nisa, I promise I'll still be your best friend the way I used to be.
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2 Full moons have passed since my encounter with Azzam on the plane. To this day I never saw him again. I chose to avoid him. I would not leave the office with Nisa when the clock comes home, so there is no need to meet Azzam while he waits for his wife at the office gate.
I also always did not attend events held by the QA department involving the families of employees so as not to meet the man. I had to find excuses so they wouldn't ask me why I was always absent. I also often pretend to focus on the computer when the clock comes home, so that Nisa does not invite me home together.
All that I did was not have to meet him again so that he could get his name out of his heart.
Until now Nisa does not know the story of our past. It made her not awkward to tell me about her new home life with Azzam. He said that Azzam was a very good and responsible person. Treating my wife very well.
Ah Nisa, so lucky to have her.
I cannot deny that sometimes jealousy and envy are still present when the woman tells me about her husband in front of me. But I hurriedly removed that taste from my heart.
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"Kok didn't focus on the meeting?"
I asked Nisa.
"My stomach hurts Lila a lot."
His answer whimpers
both hands hold the stomach.
"First day of mens huh?"
Slowly he nodded.
"Oh Allah Nis, why is it forced in anyway?"
During the 2 years together, I knew that the first day of her period was the most excruciating day for her. But he always couldn't have anticipated that. Irregular cycles every month, making himself unable to predict when the day arrived.
Every day his first monthly guest came, he was always curled up in the company clinic. Stomach cramps. So hurt. That's how he feels. He had bleeding when he was on the moon.
"Calilla..."
"Oh my God, Nisa!"
My screams shocked the entire QA room.
Nisa was already sitting limp while holding her stomach on the ceramic floor.
Mr. Edi and the others immediately swarmed us. He swiftly carried Nisa while running to the clinic downstairs.
Myra and I followed closely behind.
"Doctor, please!"
Shouted Mr. Edi arriving at the clinic.
The doctor swiftly examined the limp Nisa as if boneless. Face pale.
"Sorry sir, Nisa has to be taken to the hospital. Because he should be given follow-up action immediately."
The woman's doctor said.
"Good Doc .. Myr hurry up and get your car ready!"
Mr. Edi's orders were screaming.
"Yes, yeah."
Ms. Myra ran out of the clinic towards the car park. Me and Mr. Edy followed behind him by holding Nisa.
The woman drove her car fast. Lucky it's daytime, so the highway's not so crowded with vehicles. Nisa was lying in the middle seat holding onto her stomach while moaning in pain. Cold sweat poured out of his body.
"Sabar Nis .. soon we reach the hospital."
I clasped his hand tightly. Strengthened it.
10 Minutes later we arrived at the hospital. Fortunately, the nurses and doctors acted very swiftly. Nisa is immediately taken to the ER and given action.
Me, Ms. Myra and Mr. Edy waited outside the room anxiously.
For a while the doctor had been out of the ER room. He explained that Nisa has passed the critical period and can be moved to the treatment room.
Ah, relieved to hear it.
The three of us were allowed to enter
the treatment room by the doctor who examined Nisa.
I saw he was still lying weakly with an infusion on his right hand.
"Nisa, thank goodness you've improved. But I'm so sorry that Mas Edy has to come back to the office again. There was a meeting we could not stay. Can't stay here long."
Myra's Mother.
"Yes Ma'am. Thank you very much Ma'am, Mr. Edy."
Nisa nodded weakly.
"Lila, please take care of Nisa. I've called her husband, he said he'll be here soon."
O Allah, why should I be told to look after Nisa. That means I'll see Azzam again.
Oh naw. I don't want to!
Half-dead I've been trying to avoid it for two months.
Now I am forced to meet him. One room anyway.
"I also want to make a presentation for a monthly meeting tomorrow mbak."
I was looking for an excuse not to be told to stay in the hospital.
"Udah, let me ask Andi to do something."
Mr. Edi's words destroyed my hope of escaping from this place.
"Good Sir."
Pasrah. There's no way to get it under these conditions.
Edi and Myra have now left Nisa's room. I sat beside his bed.
"You need to get some sleep, let me take care of it."
"Thank you Lil, I'm sorry I always took care of you."
Lirih.
"No, Nis. You go to sleep, when your husband comes I wake up."
I smile for him.
The woman nodded. Then closed his eyes. His face looks tired. Maybe because of the energy drained when feeling extreme pain.
1 Hour passed, but Azzam did not arrive at the hospital.
Ish, where was that guy when his wife was sick?
Krieet..
I heard the door open.
No - not that Azzam. I set my heart in such a way that I could stabilize my emotions when dealing with him. I cut my hijab and my clothes. I should be able to behave as normally as possible in front of him later
"Excuse me, this is for the patient's dinner."
Huftt. turned out to be the nurse who came.
I breathed a sigh of relief even though I was careless.
"Yes, please put it there."
The nurse stepped onto the nightstand next to Nisa's bed, then placed a tray of food on it.
The woman in white clothes walked away afterwards.
I see Nisa's still closed. My phone screen shows 17:00. I moved from the chair to the empty bed next door. I put my body up and lie down. Playing games on my gawa.
'Hoaammm...'
The sleepiness began to whack. Azzam did not arrive. I decided to shut down for a minute. Nisa is still sleeping.
Slowly I opened my eyes. Netraku blinked looking around. Apparently I was right to sleep.
"Miss..Lisa!"
I screamed when I realized she wasn't in her bed.
"Where's nisa..elu?"
I rushed down from the blue mattress while tidying up the messy hijab.
"Hey I'm in the bathroom!"
Nisa's shout mingled with the gurgling sound of water coming out of the faucet.
Well, why doesn't this kid ask for help.
His body is still lemes. I'm afraid what happened to him. How he moved in the toilet, while his next hand had been stuck in the infusion.
Hoaamm...
Half-consciously, I hurriedly caught up with him. Running small, I headed for the room in the corner of this room.
Bruk!!
I hit the body of the man who just came out of the bathroom.
Right in front of the door. My body is slightly shaken when it collides with its large body.
That burly hand spontaneously held my little arm so I wouldn't fall.
The fragrance of perfume from his body slid into his nose. The aroma I know.
I looked up at him.
Our faces are only a few centimetres away. Real close.
