I'm Not an Old Virgin
Season II: Mahligai of Love (Chapter 9.4)
"Well, now follow me." Ustad Azam then led the way ahead.
Mega and Asri then followed with a considerable distance behind. The three of them walked together through the path of the boarding school that was illuminated by street lights.
Mega and Asri do not speak so well with Ustad Azam. They walk in silent silence full of awkwardness.
"I'm.." In the silence of the night and in their awkward silence, Ustad Azam suddenly opened his voice.
Mega's long eyelashes trembled, she smiled faintly as she turned her gaze to look at the rice field at the side.
It was dark, but much better than here. Their path was indeed illuminated by lights but alas, it did not feel warm at all.
"It has been 1 year not to go home because there is busy here. The gift for you is still in my room, God willing tomorrow I will give it to you." Ustad Azam said in a low voice.
Asri immediately shrank her neck. He pretended not to hear what they were talking about because this was privacy!
Hehehe. Since last night he knew if there was anything with Mega and Ustad Azam. It's just that he didn't dare to say it afraid of making Mega uncomfortable.
Mega smiled faintly, her eyes looking sad without any more cold.
"We're just strangers, Ustad. The gift is given to someone who deserves it more. I also do not want to be pitied by Ustad, in the future Ustad no longer need to give me a gift because it's good we behave like two other strangers." Her voice was so calm and deceptive, if not looking into her eyes directly others might say if she was a girl with no feelings.
That's not true.
The fact that he said such a cruel thing to someone he liked for so many years. The person who hurt the most was Mega.
These words were honestly shown to himself. He reminded himself that they were now strangers, the gift Ustad Azam had given him was out of sheer pity. Ustad Azam already had Sasa so they both better behave like two strangers who never knew each other.
Ustad Azam's steps stopped. He then turned directly to face the two of them, more precisely Ustad Vano is now looking at Mega with very cold eyes.
Were his words wrong? No, that's very true then it shouldn't have been Ustad Azam angry at him.
"Two strangers?" He said while looking at Mega who was now turning his face did not dare to look at Ustad Azam.
"Yes, we're two strangers in this place but that doesn't mean we're two strangers to each other. Yes Mega Asafa, you should know that even though we are not engaged anymore it does not mean you can get away from me. This is your promise and I demand that you keep your promise. If you break it, by Allah, I will not be pleased and I will bring it on the judgment day of God. I'm serious about what I'm saying right now." There was a disappointed tone in it.
Ustad Azam was so angry, he was so angry that it felt so hard to explain. Maybe he was disappointed, to be exact. He was disappointed that Mega reneged on a promise he had made.
Mega lowered her head, she bit her lips firmly withstanding the sobs that wanted to break.
1 Year, Allahurabbi, for 1 year I wondered why she chose another girl to cancel our engagement.1 year O Allah, during this time I was slumped in pain for her betrayal. And now he suddenly came demanding a promise to me when he had another girl, O God, how heartbroken this was!
He accused me of reneging on a promise when he had another girl, was this fair to me, God?
Is this fair?
"Promise.think Azam who was the first to deny it among us! The one who should be suing here is me, brother!" The clear liquid slowly flowed from the corner of his eyes.
His voice was not as sharp as usual, faintly there were pitiful vibrations within it.
"But I don't want to keep getting caught up in the pretense of all this. Azam is also tired of being tied up with me so the decision to part is indeed the right step. I don't want to force Azam with me, I know that Azam has been tormented close to me. Brother Azam deserves a girl far from me, you guys seem very compatible. I'm not angry for any of this, "It's just that the pain is so immeasurable, God, it's so painful in this heart.
Every word that was spoken made her tears flutter to come out. She did not want to cry but the pain and tightness that was beating inside her chest was simply unbearable.
For years he was caught up in a sense of pretense, years he was caught in a sense of one-handed clapping, and years he had unknowingly tortured Ustad Azam with him.