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CHAPTER 17: New folder

I'm really curious. I opened that folder. There are 3 sheets. Moga is not something to be sad about. Hope so.

Sheet 1's

I didn't think it was a poem.  Make my head dizzy. Because I don't understand poetry, let alone poetry. But, let me read it first. Who knows interesting.  At least it can remove this curiosity from wishful thinking.

💎

You come with a smile

Scrape old stories buried in lara

Is this a shadow

The passing of time, the,

Or just one

Hope that is in the dream

In my breath I want to whisper

My Will

Will your name

Your presence will be

Become a true story

Let the wind carry

Go cold fog in the soul

Let the heat of the sun burn the desire for love

Let the dew show perfect love

I gave up on my destiny

To you who meet in my soul

I reveal it with taste

Your touch of love wishes to be attached to me

I just want to ask

Will love and sanctity of love

On Him who is power

Flipping hearts and feelings

A second was enough for me

Express the existence of your presence

Steps lead to longing 

This word is only for you

Don't you laugh

Whisper kalbu insan nestapa

Will hug, caress perfect

The hope of love in his Ridho

Courage is created

For an answer

Which I am very much looking forward to

💎

Tiunggg .. tiunggg ...Dizziness head baby. Your poem is fascinating.  Sweetheart I'm too hard to understand what that means. But I could feel the depth of content contained in the poem. Very deep touching my heart. And at the end of the sentence as you ask for an answer, from your hidden desires that have been kept tight in the chest.

Who is this poem for, for me?

Or for someone he keeps, but can't tell him. Finally he wrote here, so that I know as a friend who wants to understand the turmoil of his heart.

Ah .. I bothered to think about it.

Let the poem be for the poem itself. With everything hidden behind it. As an expression of its author. I enjoy it as a beautiful and touching work in my heart. Before I get an explanation from the author, I better save it and let it first. Wrong meaning let alone intent, can berabe later ....

Sheets 2.

Contains photos of me, both when alone and when playing with your daughter Anya. When did you take this photo?

Maybe this is a picture you took in secret, when we had a garden at that time. Whatever .....

Which makes it somewhat like that .. when reading the title of the photos.

       'Waiting for Our Beloved Mother

        To Always Be Together'

Looking at the photos of myself, the narcissist inside me grew. And make myself smile. Zaidan is smart in taking the position of the photo so that it looks more charming. Yes eialaaah.....😝

But my focus was on the eyes of his daughter, Hayyana Mardliyati Fin Nufus. Called by the short name 'Anya'.

His eyes seemed to be harboring deep sorrow and wounds. Yes ... I understand.... Since childhood must experience tragic and sadistic events in front of his eyes.

Unimaginable if big later. Moga could soon be able to heal perfectly, due to the trauma he suffered.

And can be a strong and strong personality. And able to explain what happened.

Hayyana Mardliyati Fin Nufus is a very beautiful and meaningful name. Less is more:

Our lives are always filled with joy or sincerity.

Sheet 3

Just a blank sheet with a sentence. Maybe it's a title.

'This sheet I prepared so we could write it together'

_______

I could only smile with words that were strung together into enchanting sentences. Makes my mind fly. Want to explore every gap of feeling that is not revealed through the word written in it.

Turns out Zaidan, a romantic businessman too. Good at writing poetry. And maybe also good at seducing women. I may not be trapped in the light either. Naudzubil....

I can't deny, when I read the writing, there were shivers that felt in my soul. Makes my heart race in longing. Especially when imagined the words pinangan revealed while on the beach, from the lips of Zaidan. Is it really a sincere expression of the deepest heart or just just ....?

Do not syu'udhon .. keep your heart.

I-i accept?

Or should I refuse?

Because he's a widower?

Or did I accept because of Anya?

I really still doubt.

But somehow .... has dared to signal acceptance to him.

God please guide me....

To determine this step....

So as not to slip from your path that You are ridhoi.

Without feeling the drowsiness that was lost, now comes along with my imagination to float. I put my head on the pillow. And sleep on a soft mattress, when tarhim before dhuhur time. It is marked by the melodious tilawah al Qur'an of the mosque in this complex.

Thank God even if only 15 minutes I rested the body, enough for me to restore energy and fitness. Alhamdulillah ....

A moment later, the kumandang adhan dhuhur of the mosque complex was heard. I went out of bed, to the bathroom, to take a bath and to wash. And perform prayer, even by yourself. And get ready for college.

While preparing the bag with its contents, I opened my phone. It turns out that many times chat came in. I'm trying to open what if it's important first.

There was a chat from the boss. What is yes ....

Online again. Try me ....

[Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh.]

[Have not eaten yet?] 

[Wa'alaikum salam wr wb]

[Still full]

[Yes .. already. Kirain hasn't.]

[Means I have to eat alone?]

[Lho ... Did you eat tho too?]

[It sich not eat. Breakfast!]

[Oh ..]

[Tomorrow if I make it for me plus the portion. For 2 meals]

[Bby ... The money is also added]

[Cooking must be added!?]

[Should!]

[Alright. Use a credit card]

Well, how is this. It was hard to end this conversation.

[No swipe machine yet]

[Later not to buy it]

Arrogant out dech ....

[Sip ... thank you.]

[What are you doing now?]

[Prepare to campus.]

[Whose same?]

Start dech. Zaidan's jealous thoughts arose.

[Hani and Silvi]

[Oh ..].

[Why?]

[What's wrong. May I bring?]

[Tak]

[Why?]

[Not muhrim]

[Oh yes .. yes.].

[Have you read?]

[What?]

[That ..].

[That's what?]

[ Already ... later tonight can you connect again??]

[😁]

[Cock]

[😆]

[💕]

[🌱]

[Sorry, I'm leaving.]

[Ok]

[Accounting ..]

[Wa'alaikum salam ..]

I closed the phone and put it in the bag. And quickly get out. Hani and Silvi are walking their bike out of the shop.

"Dam ... Sil ..., let's go!"

We both turned the motor. Then down the hallways of residential alleys with berahan.

We deliberately pass through residential roads or villages, to get to our campus. Because it is quieter and can see beautiful scenery along the way. Compared to the main highway is noisy and not infrequently must race. Which will add to the mind. Before getting a complicated lesson.