Don't Call My Name
S2-thretch

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In a split second, Umar buried his lips. Throw Sarah's body on the couch and what happened shouldn't have happened.

Umar really dark eyes. His emotions were uncontrollable when he saw this woman easily return home, blatantly rejecting her and only apologizing after so much suffering she had experienced.

Yes, this selfless woman should know what it's like to be treated so badly.

Sarah never knew how confused Umar thought about it this half a month until he could do nothing. Even to the point of neglecting all her work and arguing with her parents.

If not for love, why didn't she ask him to stay away from her long ago? He just let their relationship continue and let Umar's feelings get deeper.

“Hidden where you been all this time, liar?” ask Umar.

“I slept at my friend's house,” replied Sarah reluctantly covering it up again. Umar knows everything now.

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Umar moved after feeling his satisfaction. He looked once again at the carefree goal of the woman who was crying bitterly. Feeling his self-esteem that had been torn apart.

Wait for. Since when did Sarah have any self-respect?

Wasn't everything taken away before this incident happened?

So, what else needs to be regretted and regretted? He's already broken. So just destroy them. Like this, right, what do they want?

All men need women just to complete their sexual desires. Especially besides that?

Of love? Is that love?

There is no love for him. Love belongs to those who have power. It doesn't belong to a little guy like him who doesn't have anything.

Umar stood his back to Sarah as she dressed, then gave her a quote, “I ask you once again, Sarah. After what happened this time, do you still reject me?”

But what was heard was an increasingly loud cry. The incident still left a pain in Sarah's heart. Unfortunately, he could never fight.

“Sarah, I don't need your cry, I need your answer now!” hardik Umar's. She approached Sarah again and raised her chin to look at her, “This is your best and last offer, I will never repeat. Do you want to marry me?”

Out of fear, Sarah then slowed down her sobbing voice.

“Jawab?!” umar's snarling is getting louder.

Before long, slowly but surely, Sarah shook her head.

The man's emotions became more and more. His face was red and blind. He kicked the table in front of him until the table fell.

“Brengseekkk?! Who are you, Sarah! How dare you reject me!”

Umar uttered various kinds of swearings. She thought, Sarah would give up and get on her knees with what she just did to her. It seems to have no effect at all. Sarah still refused.

This is the most tragic insult Umar has ever experienced. How bad it is cannot be measured. Umar felt in the rain.

As a man, rejection from women is the most embarrassing thing in his life. Moreover, the rejection came out of the mouth of a mediocre woman like Sarah. Another thing if the woman is a Cinderella or Princess.

“Sorry Umar, sorry ... I should never try to play with feelings. You are a good man, Umar. You will have a good wife too. Not like me. I'm just a poor woman who has a lot of stains,” Sarah said in the end. He hugged Umar's body from behind hoping to calm him down a bit. Right, Umar can calm down a little. Although Sarah still felt the vibration of the man's body. Vibrations of emotion, disappointment, pain and regret.

“I'm just afraid of hurting you, Mar ..” Sarah continued. “Because I .. I can't love you.”

Without saying anything, Umar removed Sarah's hand from her body. Then step away.

Sarah ran straight to her room. She opened the drawer and immediately downed the emergency contraceptive pill. He doesn't want to deal with the man anymore, now or later.

“Link what I just gave you is my guilt-redeemer to you,” murmured Sarah. Pula immediately cleaned himself to remove the liquid that was still stuck in his body. He did not want his helplessness this time back to ruin his life. Like old times.

Meanwhile, Umar came out. He walked to the parking lot of his car across the building. The man was lying on the hood of the car. To mourn his mistake that had just committed a great sin.

“Sorry, God ...”

After a moment of silence, Umar got into his car, and closed his eyes for a moment.

He woke up at dawn when the morning prayer began to sound. After that, he started his car. Decided to go back home.

Right in front of the house, he met Papa who was about to head to the mosque. The man saw it from top to bottom. His eyes were scattering, putting suspicion on.

“You look fucked up, Umar!”

Umar just shut up.

“Have the escape show?” yudha's question sounded mocking, “Papa thought you were leaving forever. The old dong went. If you need to wait we die first so you can be free.”

“Yud!” call Abah from within to undo Umar's intention to apologize.

“Ya, Bah.” Yudha. Apparently the old man asked for his help to get the slippers. Both walked to the mosque. Intentionally do not use a motorbike so that his footsteps can be counted as a reward.

Umar seemed to be slapped with the spirit of his opinion. Although the road was not segesit first and his legs often hurt, but did not dampen his enthusiasm to worship. While he was young, healthy, gallant and mighty, but even lazy. Maybe because this is what makes it even more unguided.

Umar was confused, who was his descendant? Why is he the most different himself?

Opa is Kyai Haji. His father was a PAI lecturer, his older brother is a modern Ustaz who more often discuss the problem of teenage children, as well as the founder of an Islamic children's school. While himself?

There was nothing to be proud of from him other than to continue riots. He always troubles a lot of people, especially his parents!

Putting aside his shame, Umar continued his footsteps inward. Right in the living room, he stopped when he saw his mother.

Although no words came out, but from his eyes, Umar could see the twinkle of happiness. Yes, the woman was happy to see this useless brat back.

He was the one who cared the most no matter how big his mistake was. He will still accept it, regardless of the circumstances.

After a few moments of looking at each other, the two approached.

“Ma ..” said Umar in a choked voice.

“Here, Son ... hug Mom Dear,” reply the woman spread her hands.

The two hugged each other, Umar was stunned. He repeated his apology to the woman.

He had sinned heavily on her just because of that jerk woman who wasn't who she was.

A jerk who can never be compared to this one. His sacrifice, his affection, his love, and everything he devoted half of his life.

Seriate.

Thank God, end of the month. This month I wrote 60 thousand more words here. Hope not to bosen.