You are my Imam

Chapter 9

"A day with you alone can drive me crazy, let alone a lifetime"

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Sitting by the bus at the bus stop is my custom. Sometimes I can wait for hours. I smile, sometimes I'm confused what is life? I'm lucky to have a family that loves me and even my parents don't let me work when we're not rich. But my family includes people who are well-off.

I used to dream of being a secretary or working in a tax office. That's why I majored in management. But lately my dreams seem to be forgotten because of the presence of the man.

"Ashima." Calling someone made me look up for that voice. Fortunately, the stop was just me. Because it was already evening, the children had been home since Ashar.

I was stunned to see Mas Dita standing there gallantly. The appearance was still the same as they had met earlier in the library. My heart is pounding, what are you doing here? Did he come to apologize? Did that man feel guilty about what I said? I smiled a little, now I have to carry out the second plan. That is inhabiting Mas Dikau. As planned with Zila. I'll inhabit your Mas.

"Sorry." His word.

I smiled that the man wanted to apologize for telling me to stop loving him. I shut up, I turned my face not wanting to see it.

"Ckckk. You're still angry about it" I'm still silent to hear you say.

"I forgot something."

"I forgot to return your umbrella."

I was speechless to hear that, so the man chased after me just to return an umbrella. I was disappointed. I'm bowed limp. I took the umbrella and put it in my bag.

"I know how you returned this umbrella as an excuse to meet me." I said in a confident tone. I can catch his face with my words.

"Thank you." I just nodded.

Have you put your heart on me?I smiled glad that my efforts were not in vain.

"You don't misunderstand me first. I just feel sorry to see you waiting for the bus for too long. It will soon be night." He said, but I don't care why.

I smiled, even though I knew it was just his wits. But I know if he's worried about me. You are secretly worried about me.

"It's okay, I know you care about me for whatever reason." I told him to piss that guy off with my spiciness.

"What are we riding?" My toot.

"I'll take the car." You walk to his car. I follow behind him. Then you invited me to go inside.

"I'm a woman how many people have felt riding in a car with you?"

"Much." I was not happy with his words.

"I want to turn on the radio."

"Can."

"Yes, thank you." Then came a song called the best husband by Kahitna.

"I'm not a man of religion. I don't know what makes you think I can be the best husband for you." You sound in the middle of the song.

I fell silent, your words made me shut up. If this is how I can pretend to be indifferent to him. Just the idea that Zila gave was useless. Everything failed to turn 180 degrees.

"You said I was the best husband for you. I am a man of wealth and power. Is that the main reason you're deciphering the meaning of that good word?" I'm speechless I don't understand your words. Why did that man interpret my feelings like that. Then I shook my head that's not what I was looking for.