Betting Love Above Destiny
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Pov Meidina's.

My steps were fixated upon arriving in front of the hall, as this netra was anchored there. In front of me, within a few meters, the handsome man was. He was with some of his seniors in Al Badr. They seemed to be in a serious conversation, until no one noticed my arrival. Not with that handsome guy. The man who since a while ago, his good looks adorned my days.

He is my halal man.

I decided to remain standing waiting, within a distance of several meters in the place where I was currently fixated. I really don't want to bother him with his friends, if suddenly I am present among them. Or perhaps more accurately, I still want to look at his face from here, from where I stand right now. Do you know why I chose to look at her secretly? Because when he is near me, or in front of me, I am always unable to look at his face. Because she would definitely look back at me with her shady gaze, as well as with her beautiful smile. It all makes my heart rumble. Wal results, I will be bowed, without being able to stare.

"You want to go to KM again?" my husband asked me this morning, as I was serving him a warm cup of tea sitting in front of the window.

I didn't answer right away just slipping a thin smile. We've been living together for three days on the halal wedding label. Of course for that long anyway, I have never gone to KM again. My school is still based in Al Badar natural studio. And of course I miss. I miss all the mood there. I miss all my friends even more. Especially my three best friends.

"If allowed, Mas," I said. And I'm not doing a show by answering that. However much I wanted to continue my education - which had actually stayed a little longer - but I remained obedient to what my husband wanted.

"Can. Continue all of your education at KM, Ning. Everything as usual. Except for one thing that can't." Mas Rafka did not immediately continue his words, even heard he sighed quite heavily. Making me who always can hardly look up every time in front of him, immediately look at the face of my husband who until now, I have not found a man who has the same good looks as him. Of course this is just my assessment as his wife.

"Except what, Mom?" I asked worriedly. Rafka smiled. He looks fine. While I was already feeling worried because I heard her heavy breath just now.

"Come here, get closer."

Mas Rafka grabbed my finger and guided my hand to get closer. I timidly followed his will, while the pounding of my heart sounded timid.

"Look at me, Ning."

"Eye." The request made me go back.

He grabbed my chin with his fingers and lifted it slowly. This halal man of mine really wants me to look him in the face. How'this? I was once confused. I don't know why my heart rhythm always makes abstract music when I see his face. Frenetic loud music that seemed to break the chest.

And it worries me about my heart health.

"Before marriage, Ning never looked at me intentionally. And I hope that after marriage, my face will be the most beautiful sight you want to see at all times. Like I don't want to see anything, every time I see the face of my halal woman."

Ah those words flowed gently like a melancholy rhythm that could wash away my feelings. I looked at him, I wonder what his face looked like when I said that. What kind of clear eyes look like, when the beautiful and evocative sentence slid from his lips.

And as a result, I was always unable to. Unable to linger staring at my husband.

Too muchme?

"It seems like my wish has not been fulfilled yet" he said, sounding a little disappointed. Maybe it was because I looked down after staring at him for a while.

"Mas Rafka is very handsome" I said spontaneously. Even I myself was shocked by what I had said just now. "Many people admire that" I continued with a slight nervousness.

"What would it mean, if my own wife had hardly ever looked at me. Good looks are not for getting people's praise and flattery. But, to be dedicated to the halal."

"Mas Rafka." I immediately raised my face and stared at him. Staring right at the handsome face with that charming smile. "I'm actually very embarrassed to stare smean, Mas."

"Why embarrassed?"

"Still about that, baby?"

My husband touched my face gently.

I'm nodding. And my pair of eyes are now beginning to condense.

"I'm sorry for yourself. Because I have forgiven you so much. Whatever your attitude and actions may be, I understand them as God's Father, as God's way of teaching us something we don't yet know. Let's just be grateful for everything, Ning. Don't drown yourself in endless regret. Because with that, we're just gonna miss a lot."

He wiped my tears before falling over the cheekbones. He also rubbed my head wrapped in a peach color hijab this morning. Then he grabbed my hands and gently slapped them with his fingers.

My feelings rippled strong. One word is ingrained in the mind, even without saying it, "Yes Rabb, for whatever reason, do not ever place us in one place away from each other, and forget each other. Let's keep us together, more than forever."

"I'm sorry, Mas," I said with a sense of haru that was not able to fit in the chest.

"Actually, there's nothing to forgive. But, if my au wife is apologizing, then of course I forgive everything."

I immediately dropped myself in his arms. Embracing tightly his shoulders, darkened my face deeply in his chest. This is a halal relationship. This artful love is halal. I feel ashamed to thank God, with Rafka present to me as a halal couple. Because all this time, his presence I had questioned.

But now I realize. What my husband said was true. That all my attitudes and actions during this time were just following God's scenario. Because He Deigned to Give a Great Lesson. A lesson that will not be obtained at school or on the lecture table. Wa'ala kulli Hall, I must give thanks to the Almighty.

"So I can go to KM, Mas?" I asked, shortly after our embrace unraveled at the same time.

"Yes, Ning."

"Can you continue your education at KM?"

"Can." Rafka answered my question with a smile.

"Jennengan should say, except for one thing that can't. What is it, Mas?"

"Unless you ask to stay in the dormitory," he said, answering my question just now. I laughed too while looking at him.

"If this is the case anyway, I don't want to either, Mas" my monologue inwardly. It would be too stupid if I missed the chance to be hugged by a handsome young man, when bedtime was almost upon.

Be today, I left for KM with my husband. There's this incredible thing, which I think is in my soul about to get out of the car and still kiss the back of his hand. "I'm straight back to the center huh, Ning. I'll go home later, I'll pick him up," he said, after peeping the shoots of my head short.

And it turned out to be true. This afternoon, when I just came out of the hall building. I saw my handsome husband was already there. And you must be laughing at me right now. Where as her halal woman, but I still steal a look at her from a distance. And admired his good looks which seemed to me like no match.

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