My Love Is Just For You
The Tormenting Longing

"If I cry, it's because I'm tired from the pressure of work and can only vent it with tears. But why am I crying now because I miss someone?"

"Our business trip to New York this time I asked M and his team to complete it" Maktoum ordered in a closed-door internal management meeting. His position as Crown Prince of Dubai made him an accomplice to his father in preparation for his future successor if he died.

"What?!" Mohammed, who was less interested in resolving the problems of his large family business in New York, was shocked when Maktoum gave instructions to him. It's not usually business there that he has to finish it.

"Why? Do you object?" Ask Maktoum with a little intimidation.

"No," replied Mohammed sighing. His last visit to London gave him his own homework. Just because of the euphoria of getting love from a Hind Karenina he posted too many photos and activities on Hexagram so that makes his security a little disturbed.

"I'm just asking you, as long as you finish your business there don't even touch your Hexagram. Because of what often happens your safety is almost a bet," Maktoum's tone of voice affirms the assumptions that linger in his head.

"Including direct messages?" Ask Mohammed to convince himself.

"Yes, including direct messages, because I want you to concentrate on solving business problems there. Even if you want to post something there make sure you are not at that location. Do you understand M?" Maktoum understands that his sister relies only on Hexagram social media to communicate with her lover. But he also had to be firm for the safety of his sister.

Mohammed can only nod his head and hope that his brother's instructions do not interfere with his relationship with Hind. A day not communicating alone there is a feeling of obstruction and confusion let alone more than a day? By his calculations, the problem faced by a New York branch company at the earliest a week can be solved. He suddenly limp imagined a week without giving any news to Hind but did not show it in front of the members of his extended family, especially Maktoum. He prayed that Hind would understand and that their relationship would be fine.

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"Luck, it's been almost a week that M hasn't posted anything," His fangirling soul Nada was abducting Hind who seemed to be busy himself immersed in his work as an Internist Head of the Daily Administration because his boss was having meetings between doctors around the world in Germany. "You're not worried about M Ma'am?"

"Why indeed?" Hind is still focused on the report in front of him. "Maybe he's busy..."

"Now I ask you, Ma'am, has he been telling you for almost a week where he is now? You're her lover..," Nada tries to pry Hind's description of M. However, he wants to know the continuation of their relationship. He had imagined how suitable the two of them would be if side by side in the guarantee. But there seems to be no sign of heading in that direction. He can excuse him if Hind is more careful in matters of the heart even for men of class M.

"His love doesn't mean I have to follow and ask him his position every time he disappears, right? After all, he also has privacy that he may have to take care of,” Hind replied calmly. A lie! in his heart there was no calm at all. Just this time he felt the void when Mohammed had barely a week to give word. Does he ever feel this kind of loss? This man is still virtual to him. He will believe that the man is real if he has met him in person. Why did his heart betray him?

A day, Hind did not budge.

Day Two, Hind was still unmoved.

Day Four, Hind's eyes began to heat up but for the sake of professionality as a doctor he pretended nothing happened.

On the fifth day, Hind, who could not resist all the crying so soundlessly inside the hospital toilet. Why did holding back his taste and longing for the man make him weak like this? This is not his usual self, as heavy and as painful as any condition he is facing, he never cries because he misses someone. He admits it now, that he misses a man named Mohammed bin Rashid.

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"Finally done too.," Mohammed dropped himself onto a beige sofa in one of the five-star luxury hotels. If another day the problem in the New York branch company has not been resolved, it can be ascertained he will go crazy.

"I don't think it takes extra energy to finish a day sooner..."

He immediately activated his Hexagram account and received many comments looking for where he was. At the moment he needs no one but Hind, he misses his girl, he misses the smile he has, the smile that if likened to food can fill his stomach for years. Let's say he's crazy, let's say he's overreacting, let's say his logic isn't playing right. But after all he enjoys the feeling of falling in love with a girl as unique and special as Hind.

Remembering his face does not inevitably paint a smile they are thinly-lipped. He took a selfie with the background of the hotel room he was staying in now and said "Good Morning from NYC!" Then post it on Hexagram. His five fingers tapped at the table in front of him. Apparently he was waiting for an answer from Hind in the form of 'like' for what he posted as a code that Hind is ready to direct message or post something to be sent to him.

Hey Mohammed, have you forgotten the difference between Jakarta and New York right now? Are you going to make Hind sleep-deprived as usual because it follows the different hours between you?

Mohammed does not forget, he understands that Hind is sleep deprived, he understands that his girl is tired, but from when on he becomes a little more selfish than before. He wants Hind's attention just for him.

Five minutes later the thing Mohammed was waiting for finally came. A 'like' and one sentence went into his direct message which was of course from the girl of his puja.

"I'm sleepy, it's still midnight here, see you tomorrow morning Indonesia time..."

The longing that had been stifled now rose, both Mohammed and Hind felt the same relief. Especially the tears Hind who always accompanied him as a lullaby for five days because it held back the longing. Now he can breathe a sigh of relief that Mohammed is fine. That one news inevitably made Hind smile in his sleep.

Mohammed excitedly stood up from his couch and pulled Uncle and the rest of the team to take a walk to enjoy the morning atmosphere in New York and of course after the burden that hit his chest resisted the turmoil of sparks love and longing that can not be described with beautiful words of poetry that has been struggling.

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