Trapped in the Love of the Past
Trapped in the Love of the Past
Ah, how stupid of this. I forgot to take the photo out of the bag.
I remember, after crying yesterday the photo I put back in the bag.
I should have thrown that photo in the trash yesterday.
Nisa must have found it while taking Mukena.
Arggh!
Teledor once you Kalila.
I stepped slowly closer to Nisa who was leaning against the wall of the mosque.
Looking ahead.
"Sorry nisa."
I lowered. The woman remained unmoved.
I held both of his hands tightly.
"Sorry."
Say it again.
Nisa let go of my grasp.
"So you knew Azzam long before he became my husband."
The woman's voice sounded trembling.
I'm nodding.
"What is your relationship?"
I'm speechless.
"Jawab to Lila."
Flat talk.
"I've dated him. Azzam my first love Nis."
Mumbled carefully.
I saw Nisa's body relax.
The woman breathed deeply. Take out slowly. Eyes dewy.
"But that's Nis' past. Believe me since you married her, I and Azzam have had no relationship. I've only met Azzam 4 times, 2x in the hospital and once on the plane and that was yesterday."
"Why don't you guys seem to know each other before in the hospital?" Nisa started interrogating me.
"To be honest when I saw your invitation, I was shocked Nis. I wondered if it was Azzam I had been looking for all this time. Azzam disappeared without news for 3 years. And I just met at a Thanksgiving at your house. That's why I was in shock and fainted. Because it turns out your husband is Azzam."
My body is trembling a little. I bit my lip for a moment. Does not feel clear bulir present in the corner of the eye.
"When I'm secretly on leave. I met Azzam on the plane. We had an old conversation. We agreed that we would lock in the past. Let us both and God know. We're afraid you're disappointed and prejudiced that it wouldn't be for me to know that Azzam is my ex-boyfriend. We're also afraid that if a friend of our office friend finds out about our past, you and I will be their joke. By Allah Nis, I have no other intention."
"I'm sorry Kalila."
The woman suddenly hugged me. Her tears wet her shoulders.
Ah, why should Nisa apologize.
"Gue can't imagine how sick you feel when you see me married to Azzam. I'm sorry that you had to endure pain for two more years."
The woman was still crying.
Imagine both hearts being torn apart because of her marriage.
I swallowed a heavy salivary. Tighten my arms to him. My eyes warmed for a while. Tears fall from the eyelids. In this second, we were both equally fragile.
"It's not wrong, Nis. There's nothing wrong here. God has arranged everything. I did ngiklasin Azzam, when I went home on leave 2 years ago."
Oh my God, honestly it feels heavy to say this sentence.
"If you love Azzam, why did you reject the proposal?"
Nisa is still sobbing.
"I don't want to be your honey Nis. Someone will get sick if we do that. It could be me, you, it could even be the three of us."
I let out a breath. Trying to calm down.
"Annisa Salmarani should be happy with Azzam. Azzam loves you. He also doesn't mind your condition."
I stroked his back.
We hold each other tight. I smile. Although there is honestly a pain in the heart. The woman hugged me back.
"Thank you Kalila."
I nodded slowly. Holding the choked breath. It was a pain that came from nowhere.
****
"Resign?!"
Asked Edi surprised as I handed him a white form in front of him.
"It's not your fault. Why so suddenly."
"Yes Sir. Suddenly told to go home with my father."
"You're told to get married?"
Ask Mr. Edi teasing.
"Ish Father.."
I'm thieving. The middle-aged man was broken.
"Yes but it still has to be another month, according to the rules."
"Khan I still have 12 days off sir. So stay another 2 weeks huh."
I sulked.
"hey are. Lose me if you have the same debate. I'll tell Andi to change you."
I grimaced to see the man put my form on his desk tray with a slight murmur.
"You have a lot, sir."
My boss nodded.
I can't hold on anymore. I gave up on pretending to be tough when Azzam was near me. I gave up a name that I always called in every way I could to HIM.
Let the story of Azzam Kalila end like this.
***
Today is my last day in Batam. I'm waiting for a taxi to take me to the airport.
Good bye Batam.
A city full of memories. Even though I'm only 4 years here. The city that taught me how hard it is to live as an overseas. Here I got friends, relatives and a very meaningful life experience. This is where I get all the knowledge. Life sciences, work and religion.
Sadness slips into the soul.
This is what has been my decision.
Leaving this city to disappear from the lives of Azzam and Nisa.
This may be the best way for the three of us.
I left this city without saying goodbye to Azzam and Nisa.
A few minutes later the blue taxi arrived. Immediately I boarded it after the driver had put the luggage into the trunk.
The journey from boarding to the airport takes 45 minutes if road conditions are normal. But unfortunately the streets this morning a little stalled.
"Why are the streets jammed like this!"
I saw the driver's brother hit the steering wheel from behind the wheel.
We were stuck in traffic through the streets at the airport.
"Well, let's spit."
I'm asking the cab driver up ahead.
"Yes Brother. This is quick, I guess. The road's jammed."
Answer with a typical Batak dialect.
I saw the clock on my phone.
08.00. Thirty minutes from my plane to leave.
O Allah help me.
Hopefully I don't miss the plane.
I prayed over and over again.
Ten minutes later I arrived at Hang Nadiem.
With the help of the driver's brother, I quickly dropped the goods from the trunk.
I ran to get a trolley. Then put my suitcase on it.
After all the stuff was on the trolley, I pushed it as fast and fast as possible.
"Sister, change!"
The driver shouted as he realized I was giving him two fifty thousand pieces.
"Take it!"
Reply shouting.
I ran towards the check-in counter after my stuff came out of the X ray conveyor.
"Bu cepetan yes. The plane leaves in 10 minutes. Gate 5's."
Check-in officials warned.
"Which one do you want to divide?"
"It's just this."
I replied gasping for breath while lifting 2 large suitcases filled with clothes and books and placing them on the luggage table.
While the laptop bag and 2 cardboard boxes are contained by by the hand.
The check-in officer swiftly processed my boarding pass. Then hand the paper to me.
"Yes, thank you, mbak."
'The last call was addressed to passengers of Lion Air flight JT 730 to Surabaya on behalf of Miss Kalila Putri Baskara and Mr. Kamal Ibrahim. Please board the aircraft immediately because the aircraft will take off in 10 minutes'
Spontaneous I ran as fast as he could. Take the elevator to the 2nd floor of the building. Then move quickly towards Gate 5.
Oh no!
Apparently there is still a conveyor X ray that must be passed my goods on the second floor. I was like a hot worm waiting for my stuff to come out of that conveyor.
"Come on.."
I muttered impatiently waiting for an item to emerge from the moving rail.
My breaths.
As fast as lightning I grabbed my things when I saw them coming out of X ray. Then took a thousand steps down the waiting room hallway towards the plane's garage.
Bruk!
I'm tumbling. My laptop bag and 2 boxes were thrown a few meters away from me.
"Aww.haw..!"
I groan in pain.
Oh God how is this. I had to miss the plane when it was only a few meters away.
Suddenly a burly hand grabbed my arm from behind. To guide me to stand up. I looked up into his eyes. Then deftly the man took away my scattered things.
"Let's hurry. Five minutes the plane leaves!"
Said encouraging.
Without a second thought I immediately
running beside him. The straight-haired man ran with me while carrying all my things in both hands.
Who her?
His name is Kamal Ibrahim. The name that the crew called?
