My Love Is Just For You
Curiosity Killed The Cat

"I never thought that you were someone who had never been in my mind would be present to fill my days..."

Since getting to know Mohammed, Hind's normally monochrome world has slowly turned a little colorful. He who used to be a person who mudet or less updated about the present world eventually became a more open person. No hesitation occasional photos or videos of him posted on his social media.

Curiosity killed the cat. Apparently Hind's curiosity about Mohammed's life made him secretly often open the comment column of Mohammed's account. He was used to reading the praise and love conveyed by followers M and did not mind it. Because he knew the man was already famous even though until now he did not know actually the man who occupies the niche of his heart is a public figure who how. What intrigued him was the call of the prince or the Sheikh who sometimes appeared there. A prestigious noble title of course.

Hind's curiosity led him to a data search engine on the internet and how stunned Hind was to stare at the wikipedia page he read. The figure that had been filling his days and heart was no ordinary person. Mohammed bin Rashid is the third and youngest son of Rashid bin Hamdan, the Prime Minister of the UAE and ruler of Dubai City which is famous as the most modern city in the Middle East. He felt helpless, how could he not know something as important as this? Was this man playing around with her because she was just a commoner?! It is fitting that there are so many followers who do not hesitate to claim me as his lover and he seems to enjoy the praise as high as the sky by always posting selfies.

He immediately sought Nada to ask for clarification on the matter. Tone that just came out of the toilet to the corner of the room where not many people passed by.

"Oh Ma'am, don't pull my sleeve, later so stretch next to..," complained Nada.

"My answer is Nada, who exactly is M?" Hind looked seriously at Nada. Both of his hands slightly gripped Nada's shoulders.

"Public figure," replied Plain tone.

"I also know he's a public figure, but what kind of public figure is Nada?" There was worry and anxiety behind Hind's voice.

"He is one of the princes of Dubai, precisely the youngest son of the Emir of Dubai, why did Mbak Hind suddenly want to know about M? I think Madam Hind knows..."

"Oh my God, so it is true that I read earlier.." Hind looked down in frustration covering his face with all ten fingers. How could he escape from this? Has the taste of pekanya really diminished during this time?!

"Why is Hind as good as Mbak? You don't seem calm at all?"

"How am I supposed to calm down if the person I'm close to is that guy?!" Hind immediately covered his mouth with both hands. I regret the stupidity he just made.

"really? Is that really Hind?" A pair of eyes twinkling Tone, he also changed to hold the shoulder Hind who could not say anything because it still condemned his stupidity. Nada nimble take Hind's smartphone that always kept him nailed to the left of the doctor suit worn by Hind and casually open a social media account owned by Hind to find out what kind of communication is intertwined between Hind and M. He was worried that Hind would become the victim of a scammer who lately rampant pretending to be M by starting to send direct messages to his victims. But he got only one account name and it really belongs to M. It turned out that his prayers had been granted by the Owner of the Universe!

"Congratulations Miss Hind, you have found your soulmate!"

The words from Nada only make Hind's face more tangled like a thread that is not twisted perfectly because he is confused how to behave in the face of reality that is so shocking. It's beyond logic! Should he only be able to communicate with himself through a private message on Hexagram? He learned that there were restrictions on using social media in the country where Mohammed lived. Unlike the country which tends to be free to allow its citizens to surf and use social media.

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One minute...

Five minutes...

Twenty minutes...

An hour!

There was no reply from the message, although there was evidence that it had been read by Mohammed. He tried to positive thinking that Mohammed was busy with his business so he had not had time to read it. Tired of waiting for an answer from the man until late at night that never came, he finally decided to continue his activities with his laptop in front of him. Until a message came in from Mohammed stopped his movement.

If I really were Mohammed bin Rashid the youngest son of the Emir of Dubai, what would you do my dear lover?

Are you going to change about me?

Are you going to leave me?

Or do you stay the way you are now and be with me?

Hind's body shook withholding cries and anger. He bit the tip of his lips until he could say nothing. How could he possibly be involved with this man who was clearly so far from his reach? He felt he did not ask for a man like M present in his life to the Almighty. Why could? Seen from any angle this relationship becomes awkward by him.

Her tears could not come down because of the annoyance. He put his phone next to his laptop. Updating his life history and work data that he always updated to his archive if someday he wants to do volunteer work again as if being a piece of worthless objects.

While Mohammed still continues to stare at the screen of his smartphone after answering questions from Hind. He should not have been surprised by the question that would arise from Hind. How could he be so hard to explain everything about himself to Hind? So it took me late at night to give a proper answer to Hind's question this morning. He had to busy himself with a stack of documents and a meeting agenda that in fact he could postpone the work until next week, but because the question from Hind made him upset and a little afraid as if Hind had known who he was, the character that Hind had always seemed to him was just a delusion. The girl will be transformed as a pursuer of wealth and popularity as it has been. But didn't his uncle remind him that he had to be ready no matter what? My God..., why is everything starting to get complicated right now? The complaint in the heart.

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