Unite In Love

A boyfriend?

Huhhhhhh!

Finally I can breathe with relief, it feels like I want to sing a love song. What better than this? God took all the burdens on my shoulders in a matter of seconds. Which favor of the Lord shall I deny? Truly, the answer is that I am very grateful and I will never deny the favor that God has given me.

I lost the most precious thing in my life to my two dear parents, but God replaced it with a much better replacement than that.

Patience and gratitude? Even if I never forget that. When patience and gratitude fill the chest cavity, no suffering will overcome obedience to God who holds the soul and body.

Mama and Papa didn't leave behind much wealth, but she educated me with her best upbringing. I always thought, what is the meaning of abundant treasure if it does not bring Heaven to its owner, and no matter how bad I am, it is, I will not complain because of the lack of property.j That's why I always educate Husain as my parents educate me, of course with the best upbringing.

"Sir Ibra is here? What's he doing?" I said softly while walking slowly.

"Did I make a mistake? No way! If I don't make a mistake how can Mr Ibra walk towards me with great annoyance? His face was flushed like it was going to swallow me alive." My sidewalk while standing.

Without saying a word, Ibra grabbed my arm, clasped my finger tightly, and pulled me to walk in her footsteps.

"Hay sir? What the hell are you doing? Release my hand! If you don't let go of my hand, I'll scream." I said in a harsh tone, the one I spoke to was not the Ibra I knew, but the savage beast that ignored me even as hard as I could mutter.

Prakkkkk!

I closed my eyes as soon as Mr. Ibra took his hand off my finger, the sound of the door slamming made my chest pound very fast. It felt like I wanted to slap the beautiful figure standing in front of me at this moment. My body is still shaking.

Slowly I opened my net, I began to stare at Mr. Ibra with a dagger-sharp look, as if I wanted to skin him alive. I was angry that he was holding my hand without my permission. I was also angry that he forced me.

"Are you no longer wa....!"

My words were stuck in my throat as soon as I realized I was in the patient's room. Her patient was a young girl with a beauty that was hard to express with words. Her eyes were big, her nose was sharp, her hair was shoulder-black, her skin was smooth white, I had never seen another woman as beautiful as her.

I stared, I fell silent, all I could do was stand up and duck. I'm sure I'm in the wrong place right now, I can guess from the look on the face of Mr. Ibra and the beautiful woman if they are lovers who are in trouble.

Oh Allah... I'm in big trouble! Should I leave here without saying a word? What if Mr Ibra is offended? My life is too heavy and I don't want to add any enemies to my hard life. I muttered while staring alternately at Mr. Ibra and the beautiful woman sitting on the patient's bed.

The woman's netra looks haphazard.

"sorry. I think I'm in the wrong place. You can talk and I'll go." My babble while walking quickly towards the door. Just now I'm gonna get ready to go out, Ibra pulled my arm back.

"He's my sweetheart. I'll marry him soon. Don't bother me and don't ever call me again. Whether you're alive or not is none of my business."

Glekkkk!

I can only swallow the salivary hearing the words of Mr. Ibra. I wonder, does he always talk that hard to every woman? I think I was wrong to know him. From now on I have to limit myself and get away from her life.

"Bec... Why are you so stubborn! Let's talk and finish it all. You don't have to attract just any woman and say she's your lover.

Everyone knows there's no way she's your lover. You can't leave me just because of a woman with a catlike look like her."

Oh my goodness, my blood is boiling. How can a woman as graceful as the woman sitting on the patient's bed talk nonsense about another woman. I think I want to repay him. But deep down in my heart, I tried to hold back so that my anger would not explode.

Don't ever say nonsense in front of me again. We love each other, and I don't care about her past with you." My babble is long. I don't know what I was thinking until I dared to open my voice and get into a problem I shouldn't have gotten into.

"Have you heard what the woman who will be the future mother of my children said? I don't care anymore about your whereabouts, even if we cross paths, don't ever reprimand me. To me, you have nothing more to do with my life."

Out of nowhere came the sadness that suddenly enveloped the depths of my heart. I really feel sorry for that beautiful woman. Mr. Ibra's words were too heartbreaking, if I were him I would definitely cry a mouthful. She was so strong that she did not shed tears.

...***...

After a rough conversation with the woman, Mr. Ibra took me to the flower garden behind the hospital, lined with several park benches with fountains that became an attraction. There are many people in the park because it is still a bit early to enjoy the fresh air.

I'm still silent, I don't even dare to look into Mr. Ibra's face.

"I should be rude to him. If I hadn't done that at our first meeting, I'm sure that woman would've tried to see me every chance she had.

I know you must think I'm a cold and cruel man. To be honest, I had no choice but to speak rudely.

Mom, Papa and Robin. They're really hurt by that woman's attitude, I don't know what Mama would do if you knew she was here." Said Mr. Ibra with his head bowed.

I smelled the scent of anger in every hurup that he strung into words. Every speech that came out of his tongue sounded extremely painful in my sense of hearing. I myself could not give a word of encouragement or try to calm him down because I did not know the source of the problem. Even if I knew though I wouldn't be involved in her complicated relationship.

When I realized it, I began to sigh violently. In retrospect, I've been in this complicated matter. What if that beautiful woman bothers me for thinking I'm Ibra's boyfriend? I'm in big trouble.

"Eight years ago, my life felt peaceful, I felt happy and I was always grateful to the Power. I always thought no one else was happier than me.

I always brag about it when I meet my friends. My beloved is like this, my beloved is so, she is like this, she is so, my days are filled only with happiness. Until I finally decided to propose to the woman, she accepted my proposal, and she agreed to marry me.

She likes him so much, and so does Papa. Long story short, the show I'm going to come to is too. Formalizing our relationship in front of the penghulu and all the families witness both of us.

Unfortunately, when everyone was present in the Hall where our wedding was, the woman brazenly ran away on our wedding day. He made me and my family a joke in front of everyone.

Papa did not even dare to leave the office because he was very embarrassed in front of his business partners. Everyone talks bad about me being left behind by his bride.

I turned into a quiet figure, I also became a closed figure to everyone. Since Papa did not want to go to the office, I decided to take over the media company that he developed with his efforts and hard work.

I honestly couldn't look Mama and Papa in the face so I decided to leave the house and would rather stay in the apartment."

"Sir Ibra, are you okay?" I asked in a soft tone of voice, that handsome man sitting beside me could only duck to endure the sorrow of his past.

I don't know what it's like to be in the bridal couple's house when all the wedding preparations are done. And I also did not know what to comfort him with, it seemed that all sweet words would not be able to comfort his wounded heart.

This is the reason Islam forbids courtship, there is always suffering left behind.

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