Scribbles Eve Pen
2 Fragments of love in silence
Since then, Mr. Hans has often sent me short messages, just commenting on stories or discussing about religious science, and during his talks with him, I became aware of the character of this twenty-nine-year-old man, the man is closed and not easily familiar if he is not pleased, and I am one of the lucky women who can be close to him, aaah honestly this sense is getting deeper into the sink even though I only reveal in silence.
' there will be times, where everything will change over time, whether it changes as we expect or just the opposite.'
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Mas Tomi was getting closer and closer to me, but somehow I started to feel uncomfortable with him, uncomfortable and impressed like forced.
Every time he calls, he just tells me about his ex-wife's ugliness, and honestly it doesn't make me feel comfortable and starts wanting to avoid it. Because a good man will not easily talk about the disgrace of his partner, that's my opinion.
"I feel like you're avoiding me, is there something wrong with my deck attitude?" The message sent by Tomi via the watshap application an hour ago, did not want to intend to reply, because it would be long.
Choosing to reply with Mr. Hans, talking about religion and business. Comfortable is how I feel. He never touched on feelings, calm and so maintain his attitude and speech. Tau put yourself in the middle of talking to who. That's what makes me feel good and keeps feelings for a guy I shouldn't like.
"One Sunday more, I'm going to leave with my wife. Ask for it."
a line of sentences that can make me stunned, how lucky the woman who has accompanied the man as soft and as good as Mr. Hans.
Hopefully I will get a good soul mate.
"The best prayers are always for the father and wife. Pray also, call my name so that it can follow soon." I reply with an erratic feeling, until this hand shakes its nervous horn.
"God, I'll call you Innara. And may I feel my heart's calling there."
Deg, that ambiguous sentence that made my heart beat fast, between GR was also in disbelief. Wish it was a code of feelings that he had, God thinks what I am.
"Aamiin, thank you, sir!" only that sentence was able to get out of these lips through the word money written in a short message.
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There has been no communication between me and Mr. Hans for a week, he has left Umrah with his wife, maybe he is busy and can not remember me.
Duh, who am I.
Innara, wakefully. God what is this, this feeling is why it is so torturous.
When I was agitated thinking of Mr. Hans with various torturous thoughts.
Suddenly there was an incoming message sent from Mr. Hans' number and made me immediately not believe what I read.
"Asalamualaikum, ma'am!
What again?
Why yes, here I think mbak Inara continuously, like there is a magnet that encourages this heart to remember mbak. Sorry!"
A series of messages that almost knocked me unconscious. Does this mean that we have the same taste, the sense that we are craving and must now be revealed. God, is this true?
"Waalaikumsallm, how about sir?
did I read it wrong?" my reply was short with a racing heart.
"No, that's how I feel." she replied firmly and definitively.
"Do not reply when in doubt. I love Innara from the deepest feeling." he replied again with emoticons love.
"Is that true sir?
I'm afraid, later Mr. Hans' wife misunderstood." I reply to ventured.
"I dare to say this, because I have permission with my wife. Now I am sitting with my wife, accompanied by my wife instead. Want to talk to my wife?" he replied again, and instantly made me tremble with a heart that was racing.
"I don't dare sir, afraid that your wife misunderstood." I replied again.
And suddenly sir Hans called Vidio, and how is this, honestly I'm happy because we have the same feeling, but I'm afraid to make another woman's heart hurt because of my presence.
Gathering courage, I finally answered Vidio's call from Mr. Hans. And the face of his wife who first appeared with such a shady smile.
"Asalamualaikum, Ma'am!
Meet, I am Hanum, the wife of Mr. Hans." greet the beautiful woman who claimed to be his wife Mr. Hans, honestly my heart has been stretched, between confusion and fear.
"Waalaikumsallm, greetings from Mom, I'm Innara." I said nervous and misbehaved, because I did not know what to say.
"It's normal, ma'am! I didn't bite.
My husband told me all about Innara, and we talked about my husband's feelings and desires, and we agreed and accepted each other's destiny.
I want to propose to my husband, accepted?" mr. Hans' wife spoke so smoothly and looked calm, her shady face made me swallow Saliva in shock.
"What, Miss Hanum is joking?
I didn't hear wrong, did I, Mom?
Sorry!" I said with a thumping heart.
"My husband and I are serious.
Insha Allah I am pleased, if mbak Innara accepts this proposal, insyaallah after from umroh we will meet the parents of mbak Innara to propose legally." reply to the wife of Mr. Hans with a smile.
"I, me!" I said confused, want to answer yes but afraid, would refuse it is impossible because the heart is already comfortable and has a sense in the figure of a shady man.
"Received by mbak?" mr. Hans suddenly chimed in and somehow I immediately nodded my head. And make Mr. Hans and his wife immediately say the words Alhamdulillah together.
"Well, wait for our arrival. After Umrah my wife and I will ask permission from her parents mbak Innara. Thank you mbak." said Mr. Hans with a sweet smile, even seen his wife also smile and look gently at me who still do not believe in what happened.
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After returning from Umrah, Mr. Hans fulfilled his promise to come and preach with his wife and family. At first my parents refused subtly, but his wife and Mr. Hans managed to convince them, and the application event was changed with Ijah qobul.
Still can not believe, if this self is legal to be the wife of a Mr. Hans. Your destiny is so secret and unfathomable.
The household life between me and his first wife Mr. Hans was so harmonious and understanding and appreciative, we were even like a friend without any sense of competition.
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