TRAVELLER LOVE

NEW REALITY

The disbelief kept raging. Whether I realized it or not, I was pretty sure that there was something furqon was hiding from me, and it was about my best friend. I looked at every corner of my suspicion.

" Zahra, you rest first." said my mother. I still continued to stand, the pain after giving birth to my baby as if it was still sinking with my suspicions with Furqon.

" yes ma'am, . I also want to give ASI to my son" I said later.

I stepped into my room. A room full of memories between me and Space. Now I enjoy the longing that there will be no more meetings. Only fate will determine at what point we will be together again. I give Asi to my son, I feel as if I have a new spirit of life at this time. After I guess enough I put them down, I catch my breath. Can I be a single parent to my twins. Azan's echoes brought me back. I have moved my heart to complain and complain to my Lord

O Lord, I send my beloved unto Thee.

Separate, sometimes there is a nesting wound named miss.

Wounds that can only be healed by those who are longed for.

To whomsoever Thou hast destined to part, Thou knowest only when we shall meet again.

Yes Rabb, parting may teach me that being far apart is not a barrier to our not spreading compassion.

Every breath I will always put my name in every prayer of God.

My Lord, it is not easy to let go of a heart that has fallen in love and love, but my Lord, I am sure there is something beautiful waiting for me.

O Lord, I have entrusted him to You, Give the best place by Your side. Help me, O Rabb, that I may be strong even though I have parted with him. Grant me patience in layers and without limits.

I exhaled heavily, gathering strength to reorganize my life. I can't give up, I have to stay strong for my kids. For a moment I looked at their faces one by one, right I had to get up.

tok tok tok tok

" I'm sorry Zahra, can I come in?" Doctor Agus came to wake up my daydream.

" Yes, please go to the dock." I said later.

" may I carry it?" he said as he approached my son.

" oh yes of course, doc," I tried to be friendly with him.

" sorry doc, hmm. There seems to be something the doctor wants to say." I tried to guess.

"hmm, koq you know"

" i'm just guessing Doc"

" can you? you call me papa? but if you don't want it's okay"

" yes p. papa. now talk dong what is really"

" this is about your real father Zahra, actually he..."

" Papa, it turns out here? from earlier I was looking for. we ate yuk" the presence of my mother made Doctor Agus stop his speech.

"but ma'am, I want to talk to you" I tried to get the doctor to continue. To be honest I was curious about what he would say, let alone this with regards to my real father.

" pa, let's eat." My mother didn't seem to let Agus talk to me about my father. I wanted to ask her but they hurriedly left me.

I haven't lost my curiosity. Suddenly my phone rings..

kriing kriiying. I saw a glimpse of it from Furqon.

" Assalamualaikum" he said from across.

" Waalaikumussalam, why furqon. Tumben" I said later.

" Zahra, critical saree."

" What! you mean what the hell.you don't joke yah.."

" I'm sorry Zahra, I have to close now! tuuut, tuuu, tuuut." The call was cut off. I'm getting foggy. . I don't know what to do..