My Imam, Surgaku
(20). A sweet message.
Now morning comes to greet the earth. Showing a shy sun - shy smile knots behind the window of the curtain. I don't know how many mornings today, but the sun never seems to get tired of always giving its rays to people who hate the morning.
Azalea walked out of the room with a fresh face. The presence of a towel on his head indicates that this morning, Azalea was finished with her morning bathing activity.
The woman directed her footsteps towards the kitchen to make breakfast for herself, her husband and mother-in-law.. On the pantry table, it was already neatly lined with materials and equipment that Azalea would use. Including tomato, cucumber and lettuce vegetables that look fresh. This breakfast menu, Azalea will make several sandwiches and a cup of coffee as well as two cups of tea.
Without waiting any longer, Azalea immediately struggled with the food that was available on the pantry table. The first thing Azalea would do was to bake the bread she would use. Then after frying beef and eggs that will be a complement to his homemade sandwich.
After ten minutes of struggling in the kitchen, finally breakfast made by Azalea was served. Just waiting for her husband to finish his bath and approach her in the kitchen. Her mother-in-law would usually have breakfast after Husain and Azalea left for work. Because this morning, like the morning before, her mother-in-law was going to do gymnastics with the neighbors next to their house.
"Where's the sweetie?"
Pucuk in love ulam also arrived. The person who was waiting for his presence had already called out to him. Azalea hurriedly answered her husband's question.
"The place in the kitchen, brother,"
After he answered, Azalea could hear the soles of the feet that were walking rapidly towards her. And soon Husayn appeared with a throbbing face and a stretched hand. But before long, the look of the face turned into a smile. Husain's legs ran small towards Azalea behind the pantry table.
"Good morning, sunshine."
Husayn hugged Azalea's body from behind. Giving small kisses on the nape of the neck of the wife.
"Good morning too, brother."
"Let's have breakfast. I made you my favorite sandwich."
"Thank you, baby. I love u,"
Husain's brief kiss lay on Azalea's lips as a thank you. Do not forget to say the phrase love as an encouragement for the day.
"I love u, too."
The two lovebirds had a relaxing breakfast. Not too rushed because the clock still shows at six in the morning. Working hours will start at eight in the morning.
After having breakfast together, they now return to the room to change clothes with neat work clothes.
"Abang wait in the car, baby," said Husain a little yell towards Azalea who was in the bathroom.
"Yes, Brother,"
Shortly after Husain left, Azalea came out of the bathroom. She walked to the dresser to pick up her sling bag. But some stole Azalea's attention. Next to her sling bag, Azalea found a piece of paper and a sprig of red roses.
The rose looks fresh as freshly picked. Even its distinctive aroma can still smell Azalea from a distance of 5 cm. Before approaching her husband, Azalea wanted to open a letter that she believed was made by her husband.
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Report, Wife.
The plate of sandwiches and a cup of coffee you made this morning for Brother, it tastes really good.
My dear, thank you for providing the best service last night and also this morning.
You need to know one thing my dear, brother's heart is one. Never two. If you roam around and surrounded by many people, as long as you have decided to be the winner, you will remain loyal. So my dear, there is no need to be jealous of those who have even been eliminated from the beginning.
Fy. This morning, my love did not diminish. It is even increasing for you. So, what percentage of your love this morning for you?"
^^Ur love, Husain.^^^
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The letter Azalea folded back to her original state with an overwhelming feeling of happiness. The tightness of his heartbeats allowed Azalea to hear it clearly. Don't forget the face that has met red. Even from the first time he read the hand letter to this day, his smile did not fade.
Because Azalea herself was born in a family that way of delivering love and affection is not through word of affirmation.
With this, Azalea hoped, Husain would become one that never messed with. Being the one Azalea could rely on. Being the one that Azalea would tell everyone how happy Azalea was to live with Husayn. And being the one who can make the whole world jealous of how lucky he is to be owned and loved by Husain.
Azalea also hoped that Husayn could guide her with the faith that her husband had. Love him with the love of Husain. Guard it with responsibility. And pleased him with the simplicity of Husain. That is how he wants to be compared to Husayn.
Azalea's face was on her husband's desk. Borrowed her husband's pen to return a letter from him.
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Brother, Aza is not good at stringing words. But Aza hopes, Abang can feel how happy Aza is to live with Abang.
Elder brother. Thank you for including Aza into the small universe. Let's stay like this until old age.
^^^Ur love, Azalea^^^
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The letter was finished Azalea made. And Azalea will give it to Husain later, when they get to the office. Azalea was too embarrassed to see Husayn reading her letter.
...-Husain and Azalea...
Every day, we are unknowingly used to expecting more than we should have received. High expectations of others, expecting a lot of things, become the simplest reason for disappointment that is always there.
For a life that is not only about happy, sad and disappointed belongs to man. If you are now in the ration of disappointment, enjoy and just live as much and as you can.
The world will not force you to do more than you can. Simply be grateful for what you have right now, and not expect more in humans, then you will be happy.
If only Gabina had just done the last sentence. Maybe at this time he is not disappointed because he saw the idol closer to other women. He thought that Ameer's treatment in recent days had become evidence that the man also turned to like him. However, it turned out that it was just a natural reaction that he also gave to other women.
Today, Gabina is heartbroken again for her umpteenth time. But if only Gabina remembered, that there was a man who was always waiting for her. Maybe Gabina won't do this. But Gabina doesn't remember.
The man had since noticed the pensive Gabina with a cup of tea that had cooled down from not being touched by the owner. Xabiru just wanted to get to Gabina, but it didn't seem like the right time. Because sometimes, when a person is sad, he needs some time to himself reflect on his sadness. Therefore, Xabiru can only give words of encouragement through the waiters he has asked for help.
In accordance with Xabiru's request, the waiters came to Gabina's table and gave her a plate of chocolate cake and a piece of paper on Gabina's table.
"Sorry, Ma'am, I didn't order this." declined Gabina subtly.
"Oh yes, Ma'am. This is not Ma'am's order, it's Mbak's friend's order. He said this cake should I give the same Ma'am. There is also a letter there. Then excuse me, ma'am."
"Oh yes, Ma'am. Please."
Gabina took the letter on her desk. Open the paper slowly. After it opened, Gabina read every line of words contained in the letter.
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Gabina, people say, something sweet can take some of the sadness away. So I ordered your favorite chocolate cake.
Gabina, don't be sad for too long. Because the earth will be cloudy when it sees one of its inhabitants is sad.
^^The one who loves you, Xabiru.^^^
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Gabina pensive. His heart was pounding again when the name was spoken in his heart. His eyes immediately stared at all corners of the cafe to find the man who sent him this letter. But coincidentally, Xabiru got into his car and left himself in the cafe with other visitors. As if Gabina was looking for her, Xabiru honked her horn and lowered her car glass just to give Gabina a smile of encouragement before she completely disappeared from behind the crowded streets.
- - To Be Continue - - - - -