It Turns out There's Love
47 - A POEM

Hi BESTie-ku🫰

Want to tell you a little, the poem below is the work of my loyal reader brother @TinaWarsinoSen in Tangerang.

Boiled account name is really long ya 🤭😁

At first sister Tina often commented with her poems that I think are very good.

I want Tina's work not only to read it but I hope that this poem can be read and enjoyed by all readers in this novel as a form of my support, so that sister Tina continues to develop her poetry writing talent & ️

And a few weeks ago, I asked to send a poem through the inbox and after reading the poem, I also felt it was appropriate if this poem of Kak Tina was included in the episode this time.

The spirit to keep writing yes brother, thanks for your work, I love bgt & 🙏

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Fariz drove the car with a broken feeling. Sadness spreads throughout the pulse. The man deliberately did not want to go home to his mother but returned to his own home to be alone. He wanted to calm his heart and mind which was currently in turmoil.

The tears that he had been holding in front of Zafira had now been shed. He let out all the heartache with the outpouring of tears so that all his burden could be slightly reduced. Along the way, the contents in his head felt like breaking out scattering out thinking of Zafira's marriage which was just counting days.

The man had arrived at a large two-story house and opened his own fence. Because he did not see anyone in front of the fence so he was forced to open his own two-meter-high fence. After closing the fence, he immediately entered the house after bi Senah opened the door to welcome his employer.

"Mas Fariz, it's finally coming. It has been a month not staying in this house. Usually once a week mas Fariz diligently stay here," greet bi Senah with a distinctive smile.

Fariz smiled stopping his steps. Stand in front of the woman.

"Yes bi, there is a lot of work in the office so I did not have time to come here," replied Fariz deliberately squinted so that bi Senah did not see that the eyes were crying.

"It's worth aunty wait do not come," back bi Senah smilingly observed Fariz whose appearance looks timid.

The woman wanted to ask him but her mouth was locked, because she felt it was not the right situation to ask the state of the master who might be currently her mood was not fine.

"Oh yeah, where's Mang Karman? I haven't seen him before? In front of the fence is also not there," asked the man circulating his gaze throughout the room looking for a husband bi Senah.

"So was out mas, bought aunty's pulse, out. Aunty wants to call aunty's child in the village" explained bi Senah.

"Oh, it's appropriate that I didn't see Mang Karman. How are auntie's kids in the village?,"

"Thank God, they're healthy, man,"

"Thank you if they are healthy. Okay bi, I'm going to go in the room first. Tonight I have no taste for bi. No need to prepare dinner for me. Tea is also not necessary. I just want to rest and sleep alone," said Fariz stepped foot, walking unsteadily leaving bi Senah who was still dumbfounded to hear the request of the employer.

The woman was surprised, feeling very surprised by Fariz's attitude. For a year the woman and her husband lived and guarded this house, never once had the master come with a tangled, tired, face, not excited not even tasteful to eat like tonight.

Usually, even though Fariz did not ask to be made to eat, at least he asked to make a snack, warm tea or wedang ginger his favorite but tonight is very different, he said he had no appetite plus his disheveled appearance and his gloomy-looking face added to the woman's belief that her employer was having a problem.

"It's not usually Fariz like this. His face looked very disheveled and uninspired. Is she breaking up? But who's her lover? One year I've been here, Fariz has never brought a girl into this house. Ah, there's no way Fariz has a lover. I've never seen her with a girl," thought the woman wondering.

Fariz closed and locked the door. Remove all the clothes attached to his body until there is not a single strand left. Put all the dirty clothes into the basket in the corner of the bathroom door.

Looks clean body and maintained sixpack. Fariz looked at his own body while smiling wryly. His body does look so perfect but it was not able to attract the attention of the girl.

A few minutes later, the man had finished his bath and immediately performed the Magrib prayer. It's late in fact, but it's better to be late than not be paid at all.

The next minute, Fariz threw the body on the bed, laying the long body on the mattress that had been a place of dreams and fantasies. In that bed, he often fantasized about spending time with Zafira in this house, in this room even in this bed.

Fariz felt the bottom of hers that seemed to curl up limply as if understanding that the heart, soul and mind of the current owner was sad and injured. Fariz held onto hers for a few seconds then returned her lips smiling wryly at the thought of Zafira's face.

A beautiful face with such a sweet smile with a neat row of teeth was currently dancing on the man's head. Keep dancing there as if intentionally wanting to provide entertainment to the broken-hearted man to immediately smile.

"Every day I fantasize. Imagine mine I'll give you and be yours. But now, I was so afraid to imagine that yours should belong to another man," the man went rogue, his heart so hard to accept the fact that soon Zafira would really belong to someone else, not only his love but also the body of the girl.

The pain returned to the heart. He glanced at the entire wall of the room. Lots of large Zafira photo frames are displayed there.

Fariz kept this house a secret to Zafira and only told Zafran about it. And Zafran had come to this house several times and agreed Fariz's wish to keep this house a secret to Zafira.

Not without reason Fariz did that. The man still had such great hopes that one day he could turn Zafira into his wife and give this house to the girl.

But now what's going on? Hope remains hope, the surprise prepared for Zafira will never be real. The girl had chosen another man to be her husband.

The house that Fariz had prepared for Zafira, would now only be a stopover for Fariz, because the man was reluctant to occupy this house without Zafira in it.

Fariz got out of the bed, opened the big cupboard and picked up the little book that was stored in the drawer. He sat back on the bed trying to write something in the book. Spilling all of her feelings into a poem.

*One month before your wedding.

I am still here standing firmly expecting the love of the idol, leaning all the taste until without rest.

Enter a beautiful dream in the temple of a name, tying faithful to the graceful face...

For years I have allowed time to pass with a thousand wishes, but now hope to be thrown into a wound...

You are like a vast ocean that cannot reach out with just a handful of love, and your heart is deep enough for me to dive in with just a faithful hunk.

Your love is like an unshakable fortress of coral, so you prefer to be loyal to the wind and then just whisper all you can.

Is there a key that can open the door of your heart? And is there a way I can take to bring you to my heart?

Too narrow you give me a gap to stop by, so that my asak is now broken unguided.

If there is still a fragment of time to get back, I am still here, will be faithfully waiting for you and will never run to another heart...

Fariz put the little book back in the drawer, keeping it neatly. Then perform Isha' prayer before going to bed.

For three hours the man continued to feel restless in bed. His eyes were not immediately closed. His mind twitched erratically making his burden even more heavy.

He finally got out of bed and sat down to move. Starting from sitting and lying on the sofa, move back to sit on the edge of the bed. Go to the balcony and sit there for hours without doing anything.

He only drank water. His stomach was hungry but his appetite was completely absent. He had imagined all his favorite food menus but still did not succeed. There is no food that can upset his appetite.

And until finally he decided to go to sleep on an empty stomach. As a result, throughout the night more than ten times the man woke up from sleep, he really could not feel a good sleep tonight.

Until dawn when the man was awake, his heart remained the same. Feels empty and agitated. Until the night changed in the morning, he did not feel calm in the least. But he can't go on like this, life has to go on. Whatever will happen in the future, he will continue to remember the advice of his mother. Surrender and surrender to God. That is what he will do for his good and Zafira's happiness.

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