The Love of Habib
Chapters 23.11
"Habib Talib has not been home for a long time to the boarding house, I... I've long missed habib. When Habib Thalib left I made a proposal and sent him to the office of habib. Has Habib Thalib read my proposal? Then... How did Habib Thalib respond to the proposal I sent?" Shame mixed with nervousness, he ventured to ask about his proposal.
Basically it has been a few days since habib Khalid returned to the boarding house but there is still no word of reply from the habib. Though he was very curious how the reaction of the habib. Whether the habib is interested or he still has shortcomings and advantages that have not been written in the proposal. If it is still lacking, he will have no problem making a new proposal. And if the habib has felt enough and interested in the proposal, then they can meet and talk about the next serious step.
"Oh, sorry I didn't know that you sent the proposal." Habib Khalid's words instantly dispelled his high fantasy.
Aira smiled faintly, "It's okay, habib. I can wait a little longer"
"Because all the proposals that went into my office have been sent to scrap paper for recycling." Cut the habib indifferently.
Aira's smile froze. Slowly, the red hue on his face evaporated out of nowhere leaving a deathly pale color like a blood-stained patient.
"Habib Thalib? Do I have to send another proposal?" Aira forced her smile.
"no need. I don't need it. Even if you send 10 times, I still won't need it. The end result will remain the same, all the useless papers will be sent to a scrap paper mill for recycling. Then the money will be given to the boarding house so that it can be used." While saying these words, Aira wondered if habib Khalid had a conscience?
Why can Habib Khalid smile when he is with Aish, but why not with him?
And he was jealous why the same habib could laugh and settle Aish without awkwardly while he was just glimpsed for a second, then turned away pretending to look the other way.
Why would the habib give different attention to the two of them?
What is the lack?
He's much better, smarter, more accomplished than Aish. But why was Aish treated so much better than he was by the habib?
Right now the pain that Aira felt in the heart was simply immeasurable. He had never been ignored by anyone while living in the city. But here, just because of Aish, people don't really appreciate it.
"Why doesn't Habib want to read my proposal? Did Aish's sister ever say anything bad about me to habib? Please don't believe what he's saying. He lied to habib. I never bothered him and did anything bad to him. It's just the opposite. He was the one who always bothered me first. And he was the one who always made trouble for me. If habib doesn't believe me, please call my parents. They must have told me the truth that it was Aish's sister who always took bad action on me." Aira hurriedly explained to habib that what Aish said about her was not true.
It is precisely Aish who likes to disturb him while still living in the city. He said what he could say while hoping that the habib would believe him. But what a pity, habib Ali is not a fool. He clearly knew that his lover was the one who was often trampled in the house. Logically, a child who is exiled in a family will never have the strength to fight let alone do oppression.
Even if it can, it is a form of resistance to all the suffering that victims of injustice go through.
"Don't just talk. He never says bad things about you. And my rejection of you is purely from myself. He has nothing to do with this matter. Anyway why should I accept your proposal?" His dark eyes glanced at Aira, cold with an unseen sense of indifference. The warm and friendly impression that was always attached to him, at this moment disappeared somewhere replaced by that cold eye, then he continued his words, "Are you..worthy for me?"
Bombing
Is he worthy of a habib?
For a moment Aira could not take a word out of her mouth. His throat was blocked, unable to make a sound. And his heart that had just soared high expectations in such a short period of time shattered leaving a constant pain throbbing every time he breathed. Pain, his heart is very sick, the habib questions right about his heart. A question that is short but has a very heavy weight. All this time he always thought that he was enough for the habib. He always considered himself special and worthy of a habib. But hearing the short question from the habib earlier, he suddenly lost confidence.
Is it that low?
How could Aish be so much better than him?
"Why... Why am I not worthy of you, habib?"