She's Melisa
An incompatible heart

Melisa was escorted to the second main room on the top floor. This luxurious classic house consists of two floors, like a luxury house in general, the first floor of this house contains three living rooms, living room, family room, place of worship, kitchen and others. While on the second floor there are only three rooms, namely the main room one, the main room two and the workplace of Mr. Irfan.

"Please Non, later if there is a need to call aunty. Dinner is on the table. Aunt excuse me." Bi Iyem said softly and courteously.

This Bi Iyem is the senior aide in this house. Because Mr. Irfan lives in the Capital of the Country, this House is only a temporary stopover when he was in the city of Bg. There are not many servants in this house, there are only three people namely Bi Iyem as a senior assistant, Bi Ijem and Mang Ujang as gardeners. The rest were bodyguards who followed Mr. Irfan wherever he went.

"Good bi, thank you very much". Answer Melisa.

Then he immediately headed towards the window wanting to breathe the fresh night air in this Bg city. "Hmmmmmmmm... Hhaaaaaahhh..."He took a deep breath as he opened the window "so cool, the air is different in Jakarta".

For a moment he was pensive, thinking about what step he should take. Mr. Irfan's words crossed his mind, "You want to be my adopted son?". The smile on her little lips was "my life is so funny ahahahaha... Melisa laughed but from her eyes shed tears, even though I had a real father, but I was raised by someone else" the laughter accompanied by crying finally turned into a full cry.

I don't know how many tears have been shed so far. Melisa herself feels her life is very poor, but as the saying goes where there are difficulties there must be ease. Life melisa is difficult because of the actions of his own biological father, but on the other hand there is aunty Cindy who protects and becomes his backup at that time. And as it is today, that ease remains. Mr. Irfan is there to help her in the midst of despair.

Feeling that it was enough to calm the mind near the window, Melisa came back in because she felt the air that was getting colder at night.

Melisa looked at the wall clock at 20:30. He then cleaned himself up, and rushed to the small musola in this house to perform the Isha Prayer'.

"O Allah, I do not know how to ask forgiveness from you. In my hands are so many lives lost because of the events at Aunt Cindy's house. In my heart a lot of anger and resentment is embedded. If I may choose I want to live a normal life like the others, calm down without a grudge. But can I let them live quietly after what they did to me.

Today this despicable and sinful man faces you. Asking your forgiveness for Aunt Cindy. O God, forgive Aunt Cindy's sins for the rest of her life. Forgive Anissa and Mama. Give them the best place by your side, O God". With all her heart Melisa pleaded with the Creator, weeping and regretting all her mistakes.

It was always like that, Melisa held firm her stance as a Muslim, but on the one hand there were a lot of things beyond reason that she did for the sake of her past grudges. Between the heart and its logic is always contradictory.

Every mistake will always ask for forgiveness.