My student's my future husband?
Ep Bonus. Destiny Love (2)
“Ridho?” tanyanya was not sure, even though she opened her eyes wide.
“Patricia?!”
They both pointed their hands at each other.
“Hai!” said Ridho with a slight knot on his thick lips.
“Ha-hai..” Patricia answered him stiffly, until he misbehaved and corrected his hijab position.
“You have converted to Islam and hijab?” tanya Ridho felt very astonished as well as surprised.
Patricia smiled showing her teeth, “ya, I am a convert since we finished training,” she replied smoothly.
“God's Assya!” replied Ridho was amazed.
Patricia smiled blushingly.
“What are you doing here?” ask Ridho.
“A-I follow this fashion event to find inspiration for my latest work later,” replied Patricia held tightly to her notebook that fell earlier.
“Wah, amazing!” said Ridho back amazed.
“You work here?” ask Patricia.
“Ya, our company became the main sponsor for this event. I happened to have a need with the staff, so I stopped by here.”
“Oh so..”.
Patricia seems misbehaved, she is confused to face the man who stole her heart a year ago. It seems that the feeling is still there even a little, but he must immediately get rid of it because the man has married, maybe even already has a baby. For a long time he had not heard from Ridho or Namira, so he knew nothing at all.
“How's Namira doing?” ask with glittering eyes.
The smile that had appeared on Ridho's lips suddenly pursed, his facial expression changed. The man opened his eyes.
“You have free time?” ask Ridho.
Patricia murmured, “it looks like there is!”
“How about we have dinner for a while?”
“No problem. I'll tell my assistant first so he goes first to the hotel.”
“Alright!”
Patricia approached her assistant who was cleaning things and began to stand up. Ridho looked at him from where he was standing, not expecting that he would meet that woman, who had once broken the defensive wall of his heart.
Patricia came back shortly, with a small smile. Ridho invited him to dinner at a restaurant that was quite popular in the mall. Not too crowded, not too crowded.
“You don't seem to have changed much huh?” patricia tried to melt the atmosphere.
Ridho chuckled while taking his tablespoon.
“Or maybe thinner like him,” Patricia said again.
“You yourself changed a lot, I was surprised and amazed at you!” Ridho.
“So how is Namira doing?” ask Patricia plain.
Ridho took his drinking water, then started to take a breath. His eyes look glittering again. Patricia looked at the man in astonishment.
“Namira is gone, Pat!” the answer was short, his breathing was tight. He drank water from his glass.
“Namira no longer exists. He died four months ago of preeclampsia, along with our future son.”
Patricia's heart stopped. He did not expect his first Muslim friend was quickly picked up by Allah. He opened his eyes many times. And then closed his eyes.
“I'm sorry! I don't know!” said the hijab woman teracota.
“It's okay. Sorry I didn't have time to tell you either. My life has been a little chaotic these few months, the bright” Ridho rubbed his entire face with his hands.
“You are very strong to face this all,” Patricia said sympathizing.
“I'm not as strong as you think. My career was a mess, and I was placed in a lower company. It's been four months and I've decided that I should go back to being normal, just like when Namira was with me.”
Patricia bowed sadly. His dinner taste just vanished. He stabbed a piece of his steak meat limply into his mouth.
“You yourself what are your activities so far?” tanya Ridho tried to melt the atmosphere again.
“Ah, I traveled a lot to several Muslim countries yesterday, then this year I want to launch my first Muslim fashion,” replied Patricia.
“Good, you need a lot of inspiration huh?”
“Ya so.”
After the training was over, news of Ridho and Namira's marriage made him preoccupy himself with his new religion. Therefore, he invited Ustadzah Ahmed and Ustadzah Aisha to accompany him to visit the house of Allah in Mecca, as well as trace the Prophet there. His heart that had been disappointed and broken gradually recovered because of his worship. He was more grateful to know Islam when his love for man was not conveyed, so he replaced that love with a greater love, which is Allah.
The night is getting late. Ridho escorted Patricia to the hotel where he was staying. The man dropped it off in front of the hotel's courtyard.
“Thank you for taking me to dinner,” Patricia said staring briefly into Ridho's face.
“Sama-sama. When are you going back to London?” ask Ridho.
“Two days left,” replied Patricia glanced in the other direction.
“Good. Have a nice day in Indonesia,” said Ridho smiling little.
“Thank you.”
Patricia opened the door of Ridho's car, then stepped out of it. While Ridho looked at her with a heart that somehow felt strange. He tried to translate what that feeling was.
“Pat!” call Ridho before Patricia stands up.
Patricia.
“Can I see you again before you go home?” ask the man doubtful.
Patricia's eye brows lifted.
“Of course,” he replied as he leaned his lips stiff.
Ridho smiled faintly.
“I'll call you later,” said Ridho.
Patricia simply answered him with a smile, then closed the car door.
DEG. DEG. DEG
I don't know why his heart was pounding like before when he stole a kiss from the man's lips. The memory made his blood rustle, which he tried to get rid of several times.
“Arrgh, I'm crazy!!”
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