Love Coiled Stains
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Sandra and Arga meet at a regular cafe where they make a pact.

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"O Allah, strengthen me to face all the trials that have happened to me. I was ceaselessly praying to you. I really hope for power from you so that my husband can turn into a better person. Make lh she loves me. Lead him to be a good priest for me. Aamiin" My prayer after the magrib prayer.

"Rea, let's have dinner together" Invite Rina when we're done with our duty of prayer magrib.

"Yes ma" answered me.

We rushed to the dining table in the dining room.

"Rea, Arga hasn't come home yet? " Task Rudi.

"Not yet, maybe soon" I replied.

"The boy is right, absolutely outrageous. Just married his wife has been living like this" said Rudi furious.

"It's pa, it's okay. Maybe Arga has some important business out there. Then he has not come home" answered I tried to relieve Rudi's anger.

"Stay this is not good. The new marriage is busy with work. Must be enjoying the good times of his honeymoon together" said Rina.

I could only smile in response to the conversation of the two people who were now my in-laws. I don't know what to do. I'm honestly confused. Arga is like this because he doesn't love me. He revolted because he was disappointed that his love was not blessed by his parents with Sandra.

"Yes already. Don't think Arga's better we continue his dinner" said Rina.

***

"Darling, the day after tomorrow I have to go home to Paris" said Sandra who wrestled spoiled on Arga's arm. Well they still spend time together in a cafe that has a Vip room.

They were both in the cafe to spend time together.

"That means we will LDR again dong" said Arga looked sad.

"Like it is. I went there to pursue my dream of becoming a world-renowned designer" Sandra said.

"As a good lover, you should support me dong. Even if I succeed later, you are also proud to have a successful lover like me" he added again.

"Yes, yes I will always support you" Arga relented.

"That's my dear dong" said Sandra kissing warm Arga's cheeks.

Arga smiled happily to find the sweet attitude of the woman he loved.

***

"You just got home?" I asked Arga who had just entered her room.

"Hm"

"Where from? It's been this night just coming home"

"It's none of your business"

Degs....

It was indeed this heart when he heard Arga say that.

"Astagfirullah, patient Rea, patient" My inner self.

"Have you eaten? Let me prepare some food for you"

"No need, I ate earlier. I want to clean first" he said passed from before me to the bathroom.

Kling...

His cell phone's notification of the price reads.

curious who gave Arga the message I saw Arga's cell phone lying on the bedside nightstand.

I frowned when I found out who the message was coming from. I can read some of those messages from Sandra.

[Darling, have you reached home yet? Thank you for this heart...... ] I can't read the message further. That's because I don't know Arga's cell phone password.

"O Allah, they are still meeting? What are they doing behind my back?" This heart is very worried and full of fear.

Why can I love a man who is cold to me? This feeling really torments me. Thought me.

"Oh yeah, you sleep on the couch. And I slept on the bed" Arga said.

I nodded in agreement. It's useless I argue. I was just a new person coming into their life. I don't know if it's hard to explain how I feel right now.

***

That night, I couldn't sleep well. Besides having to adapt in a new place, I also keep thinking about my problems.

Well it can be said that it has fallen down the stairs. It's been honor forcibly taken, dishonorably fired from work, now my husband doesn't think I exist. This problem really makes me very frustrated.

If only in the heart and not equipped with faith in the heart, I have killed myself because I can not live all this. However, in this heart there is still faith and fear of sin to the creator. So it would be nice for me to complain and tell the god of the universe. Only he can help me.

As this heart grew more and more unsettled, I decided to ablaze and pray in the third of the night.

In front of the almighty. I told you all my problems.

"O Allah, I know all that You have given me because I can get through it. I know You will not give trials for this trial beyond the limits of my ability" My prayer that night. I didn't feel some clear water running down my cheek.

"Honestly this heart is very fragile, this heart now feels shaky with the exposure of the storm that always hit my life. I always ask you, O God, always strengthen myself" My prayer again.

"O Allah, O my Lord, the great God who can turn back the heart of every person on this earth. Please change my husband's heart. Turn him into a better person. Only you can help me with all my life problems. Give me all my prayers. Aamiin" I said a sign that my prayer was over.

I prostrated myself in the prayer rug that lay before me. I cried so much that trouble after trouble had befallen me. I did not realize my voice was heard sobbing so much that it made Arga wake up from his sleep.

"Okay, this chick is really noisy. Don't know what day is still night? People are still sleepy he even made a scene" said Arga rubbing his eyes that still felt heavy.

Arga woke up from his sleep. He saw me prostrate on the prayer mat that was still stretched earlier.

"Oh Allah, I am strong in dealing with problems for the sake of problems that come in my life. I really need your strength. Really all this is not because of my will, but why, attitude. Arga to me showed me I was guilty?" I said in that bow.

Degs....

Arga's heart was touched hearing the expression of the heart coming out of my mouth.

"O Allah, how strong I am to Rea. This girl is just a victim. I caused him to enter my life. I'm sorry, Rea, I'm sorry" he said again starting to feel guilty.

I rise from my bow. I remove the tears that wet my cheeks. I accidentally looked towards Arga who was sitting watching me.

"Astagfirullah Arga, sorry, sorry if I woke you up" I said with fear. Well afraid it feels like this self is staring into the eyes of a hawk who is full of hatred towards me.

"So, it's okay. I woke up because I wanted to go to the bathroom" She lied. Get out of bed and go to the bathroom.

I wrote the clock on the wall of Arga's room. It's 03:00 wib. It is still a long time for dawn prayers. I'd better lie here until dawn. I'm honestly very tired. Well, I'm tired of this problem.

Arga came out of his room. He saw me sleeping on top of a bed still with a complete face.

"Pity you Rea, I feel so guilty with you" Arga said, looking at me with pity.

Arga is approaching me. He lifted me up on his bed.

"Your face looks very tired. Rest Rea, I hope tomorrow I see the joy on your face" He said looking at me deeply.

***

My phone's alarm is ringing. I always put an alarm on my phone so I can get up at dawn. Sometimes I'd be missed to perform dawn prayers if I didn't install the Alarm.

At that time this body was very tired with all the work in the office until I was exposed (passed) to the morning prayer Therefore I always put an alarm so that I was not affected (passed) again to carry out the obligation I am as a muslim.

I rubbed my eyes that felt heavy. Well indeed at dawn this is every new person can sleep soundly.

How shocked I was when I realized I was on Arga's bed.

I saw Arga still sleeping soundly on the sofa where I was sleeping.

"O Allah, Arga, are you sleeping on the couch?" Again this heart was touched by Arga's attitude which to me was so sweet. His name has also fallen in love, just a little bit of his sweet deeds will definitely make this heart of clamps.

"O Allah, did Arga start to open his heart? Thank God if he has started to accept me" I said again.

I approached the burly body that was sleeping on the sofa. I covered him so as not to get cold.

I looked at that face. That handsome face has captivated my heart. Instantly, the harsh words that were revealed the other day became lost in my brain.

"Astagfirullah" I realized.

"Solat, pray" I again rushed back to ablution. Because my ablution was void when I fell asleep earlier. Moreover Arga has touched me.

"Oh, my stomach feels weird. As if to obstruct" My mind holds a stomach that feels pain.

"Alhamdulillah, I've got a monthly guest" My mind is relieved. It means I'm not pregnant.

When I came out of the bathroom, I went back to sleep on Arga's bed. Well because monthly guests have come, it is my holiday to pray for the next few days.

***

"Arga, Ga," I said between fear and the courage to wake up Arga who was still asleep.

"Arga sudan half seven. Let's wake up later you're late to the office" I said again.

But the person called did not open his eyes.

Two steps I began to approach.

"Argha... Wake up" I said again.

Arga is like that. Not opening his eyes at all.

I walked closer to Arga. Now I dare to touch Arga.

"Arga, wake... It's already seven and a half hours later you are late to his office" said I again gently touch Arga's arm.

Arga wriggling.

Quickly I moved away with a step back. Without realizing it, I stepped on the handball lying not far from the sofa to make me fall to the floor. I retreated because I was afraid that Arga would be angry with me for disturbing him who was sleeping.

"Oh" I grimaced in pain.

Seeing me fall Arga immediately woke up from his sleep.

I held my ankle that hurt.

"It hurts" I grimaced again.

"Are you okay?" Her question approached me.

I was shocked when Arga's face was near mine. I immediately lowered my gaze so that Arga could not read my heart which was currently rumbling due to being near her through my eyes.

"I'm okay. Why are there handballs in there?" Ask me a little wonder.

"Sorry Rea, last night when I couldn't sleep coming out of the bathroom, I had a habit of holding the ball. The word term I played it until my sleepiness came. So do not know if the ball is lying on the floor" he said.

"Where is sick, let me see" he added.

Arga holds my leg. Its warm touch makes this heart more clingy.

"Nothing, you better be ready to go to the office. You'll be late again" I suggested.

"Aren't you in your office?" Arga asked me and started asking about myself.

I shake my head.

"Son, aki's fired. I don't know where my mistake was.. What is clear is that I have been slandered to make project documents at a price that is not in accordance with the agreement. So that makes the company lose money" I explained.

Arga stared at me deeply. Either he pityed or how I couldn't interpret that gaze either. I just occasionally look at him. I am usually afraid if this feeling is read.

I tried to stand up when my ankle started not hurting anymore.

"Can?"

"Could be" I said.

Although it still feels painful, but I tried to hold it because I did not want to be spoiled to Arga. Arga is not necessarily willing to spoil me.

Arga could feel ilfil to me who pretended to be spoiled like that. Just been observed a little even already evasive. That's what I think if I overreact.