I'm Not an Old Virgin
Chapters 25.8
I'm relieved, now they've reached the front door of the library. It was still tightly closed and looked silent.
"Son, here's my last message for you. My son has gone through many obstacles in order to be with you so please, please do not doubt his feelings and please believe in him. Honestly, I've never seen anyone more stubborn than Ali. He walked step by step fulfilling your expectations, leaving you with no reason to refuse his arrival. So please live happily with him. Don't make him sad or even disappointed in you. Are you willing to fulfill this request of Father?" Ask Dad with a serious expression.
Sapphira wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes quickly. Nodding his head repeatedly convinced Dad that he would fulfill everything.
No, without Dad asking Safira was actually determined to make Ali happy. Replying to all the long wait and Ali's struggle to get it, after all Safira would not let Ali endure that longing alone.
"Dad, how could I not do it? Of course, I want to fulfill everything more than anything."
"Then now go, meet your husband to get the pleasure of Allah."
Safira's shy,"Dad, thank you."
Dad smiled lightly. He then released Safira's hand and went to bring Ai into his room which happened to be next to the library room.
Safira was now alone at the door of the library. Shut up, he tried to calm the sound of his heartbeat still pumping loudly.
Clack
The door is not locked. In his heart Safira was very grateful Ali did not lock it.
Slowly he went inside and closed the door with a single move. He looked around, there was no one. So she ventured in even further until Safira finally saw the lonely figure of the man she loved now bowed deeply on the desk.
Ali's eyes were closed behind the folds of his hands. His breath lightly moved regularly as if he was sound asleep. In fact, Sapphira knew that when her husband did not fall asleep, she was thinking about their brief quarrel.
"There are so many women out there who love Mas Ali. One by one they forced themselves into our household." Sapphira's soft and delicate voice made Ali stunned.
Both of his eyes opened, he slowly raised his head to look at the beautiful woman who had always filled his mind was now standing looking at him. The woman's appearance was better than their last meeting. It seemed like the woman was wearing a bit of makeup and was changing her clothes in beautiful clothes. Honestly, Ali was immediately fascinated to see it.
"They were much prettier than my face, younger than my age, and more capable than me. Honestly, every time they come with their own advantages then at that time I doubt myself. In my heart I wonder if I am worthy of you? Because I'm not a sweet shy girl but a judes grown woman. I also wondered if I was 'enough' for Mas Ali? At a time when many more beautiful and able women come to offer themselves to be second. All this time, I kept wondering and subconsciously underestimated myself. I began to doubt Mas Ali's sincerity and became jealous easily. Problematize a very trivial problem to justify my own ego if my guess all along is true. And I know very well that deep down in this heart I never expected this to happen." His voice sounded vibrating.