Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Forecasts of the Future

One week after my marriage to HansH, all of our family members, as well as Neha, had returned to Birmingham and I had returned to work in the restaurant. While HansH, he spends his time in the apartment, busying himself with a laptop to monitor his hotel business and doing his job from afar.

Actually, HansH prefers that I be an ordinary housewife who takes care of the house and takes care of her - - rather just relax at home with her. But, because I wanted to keep working, so HansH didn't mind that either. He's allowing. Not that HansH let me make money for our living expenses. No. gabe. He allowed me to keep working as long as it made me happy and of my own accord. And, yes, even though HansH gives me a living that I think is far - more than enough for me, but I want to keep working. And my main goal right now is no longer just to make money but to help grow Amanda's family restaurant business. So every day, I worked there at once to teach Amanda the recipes of Indian specialties that became one of the mainstay menu there, and I was too happy to live it. After all, I'm not a restaurant owner, so it's okay if I share the knowledge I have. Why be stingy or keep the recipe a secret for myself, right? I'm living all this with sincerity.

Today is my first day back to work. Early in the morning HansH drove me, and he would pick me up again later after I worked. For lunch or dinner, we can have dinner together at the restaurant, or I can bring home food for HansH dinner. Gratis. Amanda said the counts as a reciprocal of the science I taught her. So, why not? Besides, I actually know, it's likely that we won't be living in Korea for long, considering that by the middle of May, it's already Eid, so it's likely that HansH and I will be returning to Birmingham. I wouldn't have the heart to see HansH celebrating his Eid with imperfect feelings. Of course, even if not all members of his family celebrate Eid, I still would not have the heart to let HansH stay in Korea just for the sake of being with me. So, I'll take her home, back to Birmingham.

The days we spent went well. Friendly, and no problem in the least. As ought. That's also because I no longer discuss about having a baby. Because, I was worried, rather than that it would spark a spark of quarrel between the two of us, so I think it's better for me to hold back. But...

I can't avoid. The topic returned, exactly in the first week in April, ahead of the month of Ramadan. It was because I accidentally met someone one night when HansH was late for me. An old, gray-moustached man with a wrinkled face. It is clear that he is not a native of Korean descent. Perhaps he was a man with a Malay lineage.

I was waiting for HansH in front of the restaurant, and at first I was accompanied by Amanda, and the old man suddenly approached us. Damn, Amanda could not bear to go to the toilet, stomach pain he said. So, he went back into the restaurant that was closed - not receiving visitors anymore. At first I was uncomfortable being alone with the stranger even though he was just an old man while I was a woman, though, but I was obviously much younger and I had a firearm behind my coat just in case, but I stood there anyway. Even the streets around there are still many people passing by, and that is also because the father has already invited me to talk. He asked me what my name was just before Amanda went to the toilet.

"My name?" my question, pointing at myself. He asked in fluent English, not Korean.

The Father nodded.

"Eeeh... Alisah, sir," I continued briefly, full of suspicion.

Beware of strangers, I rebuke myself.

"I'm Malik" said the father, introducing himself politely. Seeing the figure of the moustached father smiling, my suspicions instantly collapsed.

I smiled back.

"Waiting for an invitation?" tanyanya.

I'm nodding. "Yes" I said.

"I used to see you here, picked up by a guy. Is he your husband?"

Again, I nodded. "Yes. That's my husband."

"Whose real name?"

"Eh? Meanin?"

"Name of little, what's your name?"

Just keep me so agitated. What does this father mean? My heart wondered.

Oh. ls...? Chuckling? This old man can laugh?

"I'm a psychic" Mr. Malik said suddenly. Of course I was a bit surprised, because in my mind it was not clear that this old man would be out of the path of general conversation of newly acquainted people. "Yes, sort of a fortune teller, or what people know by the term paranormal," he continued calmly, looking at the expression of my wondering face.

I was just dumb, unable to respond to a word.

"I like to watch people who run into me on the street. I noticed one by one." Mr. Malik's gaze swept across the streets around the restaurant area. "Then, my gaze stopped on your figure. It's been since I first saw you, but it's not good to come up to you and talk to you while you're with your husband."

Why that? My heart was wondering. I still don't understand the direction of Mr. Malik's conversation. The old man took a kretek cigarette out of his pocket, and lit it. The first blow made the old man cough himself. I shook off the cigarette smoke he was spraying.

"So right, you got another name?"

The deg!

The anxiety spread again, and I finally nodded.

"Who's your real name?"

I'm watching the surroundings. There was no one I knew as far as the eye could see except the people inside the restaurant who could not possibly hear our conversation.

"My name is Zia."

The father smiled.

"Then why do you notice people passing by and passing by you?" it broke my curiosity too.

Again Mr. Malik smiled. "That's my habit, to look at the people around me, then I guess their luck, or the problems they are facing and their future" he explained.

"The future? Can you see the future?" this time I couldn't bear to be a super curious questioner.

Mr. Malik smiled again, but as he spoke, he showed seriousness. "Yes. And in addition to the problems that you currently know for yourself, problems that you will not be easy to face, I also see a happy future in your figure. So I am talking to you now. You will have children who will be the saviors of your life. Just so you're always hard at living life."

I was speechless, stunned by Mr. Malik's words. Then, Amanda's voice caught my attention. Exactly at that moment, Mr. Malik stepped his feet without saying goodbye and did not turn his head when I called him.

Ah, nevermind. Not necessarily the prediction was right.