AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 24. HEARTFELT
" Qalbi." Aiswa's voice called out to the one holding back Mahen and Amir's steps as they left the place.
" Hasbi, Mas, give Aiswa some time first. " Hasbi's father's Pinta to his son.
" I'm sorry, Nak Hasbi, should you review the application again? " Hariri Salim tried to soften.
" What about Yai? what was the reason our application was not accepted this morning? "
" An.... " Hariri's throat was salim like there was something blocking him from speaking.
" Mommy, there's no need. I am willing to marry him. I don't want the good people who have protected me entangled in vile slander. My husband-to-be was a good man of mind, was that Ahmad Hasbi? " strictly Aiswa loud.
" Aiswa's. " Lirih voices Umma and Buyanya together.
Amir smiled bitterly hearing his beloved heart say a sentence like a sword right at his heart. At a glance from the tip of his eyes, Amir saw Hasbi displaying a sneer that was directed at him.
Aiswa's sharp gaze at Hasbi, turned to the unpretentious figure in front of her. With eyes that are still equally soft and admiring, Aiswa said.
" Qalbi, thank you for accompanying, accepting, bearing scorn, even sin for my sake. Thank you for the love and love that I just knew, even though for a moment I was happy, thank you for the determination of your heart so that I do not become disobedient. I ... will bring to death my love for you .. I love you as you give me. " Subject his head is not able to resist the urge of the netra that continues to urge the clear circle to fall again.
Amir saturates, holding back the tightness that increasingly squeezes his chest.
" I love you because of Allah, so I sincerely let you go because of Him. Worship properly, devote yourself to your husband, appreciate and respect him best. Be a gentle and gentle Aiswa, Rohi. Take care of your honor and your husband. " Subjection turned his face so that the look of his own face was invisible to Aiswa while forcing his feet to keep stepping.
" Assalamu'alaikum. " Greetings both right along with their footsteps out of the residence Hariri salim.
Aiswa sobbed softly in his general embrace.soot the two women who were so bitterly slicing hearts for every netra that saw it.
Upon their arrival in the courtyard of Tazkiya's cottage, Mahen approached Naya, asking her to go home first with Candi and Rey.
Mahen saw that his brother-in-law was silent and went straight into his car as soon as he got out of the house, understanding that he must be fighting the pain that had been lingering in him for a long time.
The two black cars with different types were back on their way through the streets of Jakarta at night, although different directions destination.
They both dissolve in silence, from the audio of the car singing the song Rapuh Padi accompanied the journey as a soundtrack of the wounded heart.
" Oh, is this how it feels? it was fitting that Naya chose to leave without saying goodbye. Because when we get permission to stay away, the pain becomes many times over. " He only felt how his sister struggled against the test of love alone. He was still lucky, accompanied and surrounded by people who loved him.
" I danced ka, when Naya left me. It felt like all the bones were forced to escape the body, aching. "
Mahen turned his car towards Ancol Beach Bay.
He might not be able to compare the pain he had received with the pain his sister-in-law was feeling right now. But away from all the frenetic for a moment, it might help relieve the pain of a gaping wound in the heart.
The sea breeze directly hit the faces of the two men who were each in the middle of feeling that time seemed to stop revolving around him.
" Please ka, if you want to throw everything. The area is safe for us, I'm waiting here. " Mahen took out a pack of cigarettes and sat on the hood of his car, his gaze staring deep at the vast expanse of sea considering the time he lost Naya first.
" Syukron, Mom. "
Amir set his feet one by one down the stairs to a stretch of cold beach sand, as cold as his heart.
He was numb, he did not feel the wind that seemed to slap the face for all his stupidity.
" Aiswaaaaaaaa.". "his cry was earthy with the pounding of the waves that presented the onslaught of ripples as if he knew that someone was nailing him.
The still frail body was finally decays sitting limp on the cold sand that looks like a black carpet slapping.
" My Lord .. I know all that comes from you is good. I will follow Sayyidina Ali ibn Abi Talib in patience, even until patience itself which then becomes tired with my patience. "
Amir pondered over all his misdeeds and caliphs during this time. His solemnity was disturbed when his phone rang nonstop.
On the screen was a woman's name. No, he was not happy, his heart was not okay. A pop-up message caught his attention.
" Help me. "it appears a printed sentence on the screen before it finally disappears as the dim screen of the phone that he accidentally opened.
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...______________________________...
...Kularut decays in the silence of your heart...
...Falling with the tears...
...You dunked your grieving face...
...Doubt the pain in your soul...
...Never thought of me...
...To leave you like this...
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