
Hafiz approached towards the Ice. Suddenly there was a fear that Ais felt seeing Hafiz's sharp gaze on her. The ice rewinded its steps, and it turned out that Hafiz opened the door violently.
As soon as the door opened, Ais barged in, reluctant to linger near the lion ready to pounce.
Just a few steps into the house, the roar of a lion sounded perfect in both ears of Ice.
"Where are you!" full of emotion.
The ice stops the move, without any intention of changing position. His heart was pounding, waiting for what would happen next between him and Hafiz.
Hafiz circled around Ais with an increasingly sharpened gaze.
"Where have you come from, huh..? a courtship? huummm.." asked Hafiz.
Ais did not budge reluctant to answer Hafiz's question.
"You should look satisfied! and you must remember! in this house you are nothing more than a maid, a MAID" Hafiz repeated the maid with great emphasis.
Hafiz walked closer towards the living room sofa, then pulled the rough tie that was on the neck and threw it away carelessly.
"You know, I was like a madman looking for you here and there, in a cube, but you weren't there, on the street, I almost had an accident because I hurriedly wanted to make sure you were home, but when I got home, you didn't come home. When I was frustrated thinking about your whereabouts, you knew you were coming over while making out with the man" Hafiz hit the sofa venting the anger he had endured since. His face looks wrinkled.
Ais raised her face, staring intently at Hafiz. Precisely the back of Hafiz, because at this time the position of Hafiz turned to Ais. Accused of not-not making the shoulder Ais up and down withstanding tightness.
"Why don't you answer huh....?" Hafiz's voice returned shrill.
"Searching....???"ask Ais cynically. Pretend asking.
"You know, dear Lord Hafiz, I waited for you for three hours there" Ais' words came to a halt, trying to calm down, as her chest felt like breaking.
"I stared at myself under the tree, unceasingly looking at the messages that were never read, wanting to cry, and even had time to cry" back tears Ais fell unstoppable.
"I imagine, in a foreign place that doesn't know the way home, I'm waiting like crazy. And if Mr. Hafiz says I must be self-conscious, I am ..., very, very conscious, I am indeed only a maid and will forever be a maid in the eyes of Mr. Hafiz" the voice of Ais sounded trembling as the outpouring of sadness he felt. Humbled as low as possible, the wife but considered a salary man.
Deg..Hafiz's heart ached hearing Ice's speech.
Ais resumed his words while sobbing "And I did not expect to be in the current position, being a wife, but an unrecognized wife" he said again.
Instantly Hafiz twisted his body staring in Ais's pathetic-looking face. It was as if there was pity to see the girl sobbing.
" But that's all I can still accept. But I really don't accept it when it's said to be fun dating. If it wasn't for Reza's sister, I might have rotted there. And one thing that Mr. Hafiz must know, because of your rottenness, I buried all my dreams including my love" said Ais then continued to run up the stairs, open the door of the room and re-lock it.
The deg........
Hafiz fell silent, trying to digest every word that Ais had spoken for him.
Again the guilt that Hafiz felt. Actually what Ais said was all true. If he wasn't late for Ais, none of that would have happened. Hafiz again hit the rough sofa that was in front of him.
The most painful words for her were when Ais said the phrase "And the one thing that master Hafiz should know, because of your rottenness, I buried all dreams including my love"
"Aaaagggghhhh..." Hafiz hit the wind.
In the room, Ais curled under the spring bed hugging her knees. He was crying so much. Still in the same clothes. Should have been on the first day of college he got a pleasant impression, but not for himself. It turns out to reach for a dream is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Moreover, he was very dependent on the ice man who had no heart.
"I hate you, Hafiz...! hate....!" yelled Ais while crying.
Before long Hafiz came knocking on the door.
Tokkk...
"I'm sorry Ice!" hafiz said behind the door.
The ice didn't budge, he kept crying.
"B....! Hafiz knocked again, and tried to open the door knob, but the door was locked.
"I'm sorry .." Hafiz finally gave up and went back to his own room.
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poV Reza
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When I saw the status of Ais on her social media, I was very happy. I'm sure after two weeks apart, today I will meet him.
Because I was invited as one of the alumni, as well as a motivator for the welcoming event of new students.
Today, I want to look perfect in the eyes of Ais, the girl who in recent years has filled my heart.
Long story short, once my name was called to go up on the podium, honestly I was a little groggy, not because of the pair of eyes that looked at me, but my grog was more focused on Ais. I don't want to make a mistake in Ais's eyes. I want to be the perfect man in her eyes.
The sound of screams and applause echoed greatly as I walked towards the podium. When I started talking my eyes were shining on all the participants present, unfortunately I did not find Ais there.
Until I finished the sentence, I could see there was a girl who seemed to be hiding while staring at me.
Deg..my heart rhymed beautifully. I'm sure it's ice. Why did he hide his face from me? Ah...., maybe he deliberately to prank me, because the Ais I know, is always enthusiastic when he sees me.
Finally the event was over, I was getting ready to wait for Ais at the exit, while pretending to shake hands with the new students.
Though, there's a shrimp behind the rock, he...
Unfortunately fate did not hold me, the former lecturer invited me to his room, to talk about some things. Surely I could not resist, with a heavy heart with my eyes wailing, I walked out of the hall, hoping for a miracle to cross paths with Ais. But in fact, hope remains hope.
Almost two hours I was in the lecturer's room, there was no hope of meeting Ais today. Finally with lazy footsteps I intend to leave.
The power of our God no one knows, when hope is broken, God grows with new hope, without asking the girl to fall into my arms. It's romantic, like the stories in the novels. I stared intensely at her face, beautiful and perfect.