Pursuing the Duplicate Love of My Wife
13. We're different

"Here, yes, sir," said Syifa, smiling at Joe who stepped up to her.

He sat on one of the canteen table chairs, the atmosphere was still quite crowded because there were still many students who were having breakfast, before entering class.

"Yes, that's okay, Syifa," said Joe then sat in front of Syifa, who was blocked by a square table. "Ah sorry, what if the two of you I can just call a name?"

"Can. No problem." Syifa nodded and smiled.

"What do you want to order, Mom?" asked a middle-aged woman who had just come over. He was one of the sellers there and his hand was now thrusting the menu book.

"I didn't order, Mom, I've had breakfast" Syifa said as she rubbed her full stomach.

"Black hat one, ma'am," said Joe.

"Good." The mother bowed politely, then stepped away leaving him.

"Before, I wanted to give this to you first, Fa, please accept." Joe pulled his hand, which had been on his back, and then handed Syifa a bouquet of red roses.

The woman looked astonished at the bouquet of flowers. The shape is very similar to the discarded flowers, only the difference is now smaller in size.

"Kok you give me flowers again?" ask Syifa. He seemed hesitant to accept.

"Yes, yesterday I wanted to give less afdol. Because it's not directly from your hand, let's now take it," joe's pinta shifted his hand so that the bouquet was closer to Syifa. Because it has not been taken.

"But why do you give me flowers? I'm not having a birthday anymore." Syifa who felt bad finally took it, then noticed Joe's face that was red now.

"Are people giving flowers must be a birthday? No," joe. He also breathed out violently. "Eemm .. because your time is very short, so I'm going straight to the point, huh?"

Syifa nodded, her eyeballs implied such great curiosity.

"I heard from Robert, you're still single. If possible .. I want you to be my girlfriend, so we can get to know you more closely. If we feel right for each other .. I'm going to propose to you, and make you my wife" Joe said at length. What he revealed was all sincere in his heart.

Not 100% sure actually, if he really loves Syifa, or maybe it could just be just interested because he looks like his late wife. But according to him, it never hurts to date in order to get to know each other, then step into the marriage stage.

"This is what you mean shoot me? Seriously?" Syifa looked in disbelief, she looked up to herself.

"Yes "Joe nodded quickly with a smile. His face looks so bright. "You want to, don't you, we're going out first. But take it easy .. I'm loyal. Robert also seems to like you a lot."

"I'm sorry, sir, I can't" Syifa refused without even thinking much.

"Lho why?" Joe's radiant face instantly disappeared, and changed with a disappointed look. "Oh, is it because you don't like, yeah, the same me? Yes, that's why we dated first. Let's get to know each other, Fa, before marriage."

"Sorry, Sir. But I still can't" she said, shaking her head.

"But what's the reason?" joe asked with a face that was instantly sad.

"In addition to not knowing each other and liking each other, we will also be different, sir," Syifa said.

"Different how does that mean?" Joe stared in surprise with his eyebrows clinging together.

"I'm Muslim, sir, and sorry ... This man is a Christian, right?"

Degh's!

Joe's eyeballs are perfectly rounded. His heart was also pounding when he heard what was said to Syifa. It could be that Joe did not think in that direction, before revealing his heart.

'Oh my God .. why can I not realize that Syifa is Islam, but it is clear that she also wears hijab, ' her mind is full of disappointment. Joe rubbed his face and felt his chest so tight.

Not only pain due to rejection, but also awareness of himself who is different religion with Syifa.

"In Islam, marrying a non-Muslim is not allowed, sir. And I'm sure ... in religion you are also definitely not allowed," Syifa said.

...Well ... how dong, Dad, potek my heart 🥺🤧...