STEADFASTNESS OF LOVE
Dream Woman

FATHAN POV

The sunlight is very bright and warm. After all these years I felt the warmth of the sun. This morning when my eyes were open. I saw my mother's warmest smile. The woman who has always been there is the spirit and the reason I get success more than papa. There is only one purpose in life. Become the son of the pride of mama and will be the support of his life. I want to make my mom proud of me. I will not be able to return my mother's favor. But only with success can I make my mother happy.

But I forgot one thing. Mama not only gave birth to me, but there was another son who was born from my mother's womb. A sister born when I was 2 years old. Muhammad Faiq Alhakim, mother's second son. That morning I saw my mom smile again. A smile that disappeared over the years. The smile that went with Faiq's shadow at that time. Since Faiq decided to study abroad. Mom forgot her warm smile. He felt lonely without his other son Faiq. Not ignoring my existence. Mama has her own share in loving me and Faiq. My mom loves me in a different way. Even though we were born of the same parents. But we have a different character and character.

Mama lost the smile I always looked forward to. Even though I was next to him. Mama still feels lonely without Faiq. I purposely stayed in this town. So that you do not feel sad and lonely. I've never seen my mom cry, but I don't see her smile either. But this morning all my anxiety disappeared. My mother smiled warmly. He hugged me and asked me to take him away. My sister Faiq brought back a smile that my mom started to disappear. He brought back the light in the dim house.

After all these years I missed those moments. I got a warm hug. The day that mom's anxiety came back? After leaving for a very long time, that morning Faiq returned. There was envy in my heart, mama smiled only when Faiq returned. Mama forgot, if I was always next to her. But for the sake of your smile, I was willing to accept injustice. Because mama is not a person who compares and chooses love. I always thought Mom had her reasons.

That morning I took my mom to pick up her smile. Faiq came on the first flight. Mama and I arrived at the airport an hour before Faiq's scheduled arrival. Mama was very excited about the arrival of Faiq. Mama didn't want Faiq to wait, so she came first. My mom and I sat not far from the door. As we waited, I saw the look on my mother's face so happy.

For an hour we waited, the plane carrying Faiq finally arrived. My mom and I were standing right at the door of foreign arrivals. I spread my eyes looking for Faiq among the passengers. Suddenly my gaze locked onto a single figure. Why does my heart shake so hard? I never met him. I didn't know him, but both of my eyes seemed reluctant to move away from his shadow.

I stared fixedly at the figure of the woman standing in front of the arrival door. He stared at the blue sky that morning. I saw him standing without moving. His hand was holding the suitcase he was carrying. The long time I stared at the woman, there was a strange feeling that was peeping deep into my heart. I want to walk closer to him. Raising hands of introduction. I hope he receives my hand. But I realized, when my mother had embraced my little brother Faiq. I forgot for a moment my curiosity. I thought what I felt was just curiosity. I was amazed at the figure wrapped beautifully in his long robe and hijab. Perfect beauty behind her veil.

Finally I took a look from the face in front of me. I hugged Faiq's body tightly, the younger brother who suddenly kept his distance from me. I miss Faiq so much, but he's my brother I miss? As we walked away, she accidentally found her belongings. My mom kindly returned it.

My heart was beating so hard, I saw him standing right in front of me. It's not a pretty face that fascinates me. A soft voice full of hospitality that shook my heart. A sweet sound in both my ears. I stared fixedly at the two beautiful and clear eyes. Two eyes full of sincerity and patience. I was attracted to the calm eyes. Why does my heart feel calm and calm? I passed through your body at that moment. If only I had the courage then. Want me to hold your hand, make you a mother of my afterlife. But my hope was dashed, when I realized there might be another hand that had been holding you.

Days changed, the first meeting I could never forget had passed. But it seems like the soul mate is around me. I saw you for the second time. Our meeting was not for the second. But the meeting after a long separation. From the first moment my heart was attached to you. Without me caring, who are you? A love that starts to tease, makes me lose my mind. I say your name in every bow. Wish you were the owner of my ribs. I don't care about your face, because my heart is adrift with your faith. I don't care about your age. For differences exist not to be equated, but to complement each other.

That's the reason that's what got me standing here. The airport where I saw you for the first time. The airport is the place that separates us. If only I could not melt your heart. I saw you sitting quietly waiting for the plane to take you away. But I'll make sure you don't walk away from me. Because my love and faith will bind you forever.

FATHAN POV END'S

"Where are you going now? I exist to be the reason you stay!" fathan said to Annisa. As Annisa looked up, she saw Fathan standing right in front of her. Annisa stood opposite Fathan. The two stared at each other full of longing.

"Fathan, I gotta go. Didn't I tell you. I can't marry you. You deserve to be with a woman who is so much better than me!" annisa said softly, she pulled the suitcase towards the departure gate. Leaving Fathan in a mood. Fathan was stunned to see a determined Annisa was about to leave this city.

"What are you saying right? There are many women who are better than you. They're beautiful and rich, they won't refuse if I get married. Unfortunately, I don't need all of that. The beauty of a woman is not seen from her face. But the beauty in his heart. The honor he always kept for the priest of his next world. A woman's wealth is not seen by how much she has. But how much he can give up his treasure. Because someone can be said to be rich. He always gives without expecting to give. His hands are only used to help, not to ignore. Rich and respected, there is when there is no shortage of neighbors. Now is there still any doubt in your heart about my request!" fathan said, Annisa nodded. He approached Fathan, Annisa put down the suitcase he was carrying. His hand held his hijab, then he looked at Fathan's face fixedly.

"If you are sure, look at my face before you ask me to. So that you see the scary face that is stored behind this veil. Once you see it, you have the right to decide. You will continue to be confident in your love or you will retreat!" annisa said, Sontak Fathan held tightly to Annisa's hand. Ask him not to take it off.

"Annisa, my love doesn't need to be tested. My love is sincere without fear of being hurt. The face that is stored behind the veil, will remain that way. I'll look you in the face when I'm your priest. Now do you doubt my sincerity. Stay here. Be the mother of my children!" fathan said on his knees in front of Annisa.

"Take my hand, that I may feel the warmth of your heart and soul. Accept my love, for the sake of believing that you are the owner of my ribs. I'm not a perfect man without you and your love. I beg you, accept the sanctity of my love, so that we can unite in the sacred bond of marriage" said Fathan, Annisa silently silent.

"I'm not the best for you!"

"You are not the best, but you are what I need for the perfection of faith. Your hand I wish, leads the little hand of our son. Your arms are able to warm my cold soul. Because you're the woman of my dreams!"