My Love Is Just For You
Falling in Love?
"Fell in love? What is that feeling like? Is it like you're letting someone read your heart that you've been trying desperately to cover?
Is it the same as letting your heart's weakness be touched?
Is it the same as you letting yourself fall into the bottomless called feeling?
I don't know..."
Mohammed looked up at the window of the plane, which is currently flying to London's Heathrow International Airport. His mood was still not calm considering Hind did not also give an answer. While on his Hexagram account many who provide comments that are not clear. And he doesn't want to respond to those things. He was busy looking at Hind's account which posted some photos and paintings about nature. That girl is really talented! What profession is it? Is Hind an artist? But if he sees the white suit worn and the stethoscope on Hind's only photo he looks like a doctor. If it's true that a doctor would be the girl he'd be in contact with if he communicated with his older sister, Kireina. Just imagining that girl being a part of her family makes her feel like a madman. How could he know more about Hind, if the front door of his heart was not opened and gave him a chance to dive into it...
"Tumben wasn't excited to post something on your Hexagram?" Ask Juma who was in front of him who seemed busy with the newspaper he read.
"I'm lazy Uncle," replied Mohammed short while putting his cell phone on the table in front of him.
*"An extrovert* and a narcissist like you can feel lazy too?" Juma was amazed to hear the answer and his different nephew was five years younger than him. He also applauded that. "What is it that causes the most handsome and the most wanted men among women all over the world to suddenly be lazy, because it's really unusual for this to happen?"
"It's clearly on my face, isn't it Uncle?" Mohammed pointed at himself with the index finger of his right hand.
"I knew you not a year and two years ago, so if anything had changed from you I would have known. Lately your swing mood is quite severe, you know, a day can be happy half to death tomorrow suddenly moody, like a person who is in love, just like the one who is in love," Juma sipped coffee that had just been served by a flight attendant. "Or don't you really..."
"Uncle, look, the sky is beautiful huh..," Mohammed immediately diverted Juma's conversation as he pointed out the plane's window. He is not ready to share his story. Unlike if Hind had responded to his feelings, he happily shared with his uncle and best friend that he was in love with the girl who had been just a fantasy of his poetry. Her petite body, her fair skin, her oval round face with natural reddish cheeks, her pointed nose, her black eyes in tune with her thick black hair a little wavy along her back, her smiling lips made the person who saw her feel quite and happy. The gender-female creature of Your creation is beautiful and perfect. It was a miracle he could find his figure after so long he searched.
Half-forced to post his trip to London on his Hexagram, as if it were his duty, but at least it could be a code to Hind that he is still waiting for an answer from him.
Seven hours and thirty minutes had passed and finally a private plane belonging to the Dubai King's family landed at Heathrow airport. Pickups have been in droves waiting to continue the journey to the Newmarket area. The atmosphere at that time still feels spring, pink flowers adorn the side and right side of the road. But not as beautiful as the face of Hind decorated with natural red cheeks, inner Mohammed. Ah, he thinks he's going crazy...
As a tit for tat, Mohammed who intends to delete his Direct Message so much surprised to find there is a Hind account. He wasn't dreaming, was he? Not dreaming? Why does he feel like a bunch of butterflies are tickling his stomach right now?
With great caution and a slight trembling he opened the message. This was the first time he had felt such a draining emotion when he was dealing with women. Before long his thin lips formed an upward curve. The Almighty has granted his request!
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I don't know why Hind would want to open his social media account. Does he expect the last message he sent to the man named M to be answered by the man? Hahaha.he laughed at himself. Since when does he easily respond to people from cyberspace? Aren't many of them fraudsters? Or people fleeing the real world? Yes, if not reciprocated he will return to activity as usual as if nothing had ever happened. But why did his little heart say that he was not willing and wanted to know the man further? What's up with him?
My name is Mohammed, Mohammed bin Rashid, just call me by my initials M, because so many of those names are where I live. May I call your name Hind?
A smile was engraved on Hind's lips. His heart suddenly filled with a sense of arouse when reading a reply message from M. It was incredible that this man's influence could make him react like this after all this time he felt frozen. But his smile suddenly faded as his past memories flashed in his mind. The shadow of failure and heartbreak rippled to make himself limp and put his phone back on his living room table. He was suddenly afraid when there was a part of his heart that he had been trying to keep slowly open. His chest tightened as if there was an inner conflict in it. Can he open his heart again? Is he ready to get hurt if it turns out M is the same as Reza?
"Mbak Hind, not all men are the same as Mas Reza mbak," Hind recalled Nada's remarks some time ago. "You're not wrong Ma'am if Mas Reza breaks up your relationship. Indeed, the Almighty knows that the man is not the best for you. I'm sure soon the best man for you will come to you with his gentleman so that no matter how you try to run away from him, you will definitely come back to him.
He shook his head as the shadow of Mohammed appeared in his eyes. Patting both of his cheeks gave a pump of passion and determination that life should go on. Forget the past! At least he has learned from his mistakes and it is time he stopped running away and had to face the reality before him. He had already given the man a chance to peek into the recesses of his heart. Let the Almighty guide his steps...
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