The Smell of Love Imriyah
A Complicated Destiny

No matter how hard we try, if the heart has refused, all will only be in vain and become pseudo. Sometimes, there is no good result for something that is forced. Maybe, in the future will bear sweet fruit, but does it not take a long time? Doesn't that require a sacrifice? Where the heart that should be happy, must be cut by wounds, where the mind that should be calm becomes rumbling, because everything that happens goes is not in accordance with the heart.

Amra realized that, but this is the path she took. This is the road he walks. Guilt for the mother is the trigger. And, undeniably, he was also amazed by the courage, determination and sincerity of a Hafidz. This is a risk he must accept. Feel pain for redemption “dosanya” to the mother.

Undeniably, he also had to fight even harder to be able to accept this fate. After all she had become the wife of a man who was willing to give everything for Amra. Rela sacrifices her feelings in order to wait for Amra to be ready to accept her love.

Their paths are the same. Equally difficult to conquer. If you think about it again? What made the two of them still survive this far? Only their faith can solidify their actual relationship with each other.

All cannot escape God's help. Just imagine, Hafidz can only get his rights as a husband at the age of their marriage which stepped on half a year. If it were not for the help of Allah, it would have been difficult for Hafidz to survive.

In the turmoil of his heart, Hafidz still believed God would help him. He was sure that God would not waste his patience and sincerity on Amra. If Amra stays away, isn't what she has to give you love? Because only a gentle thing can touch a person's heart.

Slowly, Hafidz took off the hug and smiled at Amra and once again wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks

“Pardon my attitude last night. You must be feeling confused!” Amra just smiled knot

“You're angry because of that?”

“No!” amra answered quickly while shaking her head and revealing an adorable look to Hafidz

“Why just silence?”

“If I can be honest, I just feel sad” said Amra slowly and barely heard, somehow she felt embarrassed to admit it. And Hafidz smiled at the statement

‘Is this the beginning of the answer to my prayers?’ hafidz

“In an instant, I felt like a suspect” and this time Hafidz responded to Amra's words with a wry smile while lowering his head

“In exchange, how about we go on vacation?”

“You have not given an explanation for your attitude last night mas!”

“Should I explain? It's not something that matters Amra, there's just a little problem in the cafe and it makes my mood not good... Sorry yes dear” Hafidz stroked the head of Amra who only nodded lightly in response to Hafidz's apology

“How? Where are you going for vacation?”

“Mas... We can not suddenly go holiday” Amra smiled “I am ready first yes mas, today, the first day of my novel up printing, I have to make sure everything is fine.”.

Amra left the small musholla in her house. He went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for himself and his husband. Today he will ask Hafidz for permission to leave early. Because he still wants to go somewhere before going to the office.

Not a special dish, Amra only prepares a simple breakfast for Hafidz. Given the taste of food Hafidz so far is not something that must be difficult to make, only the most important must be rice. Being rich does not make Hafidz forget that he is a village person, who from childhood was used to eating rice. There is never a breakfast menu that “west-western” that Hafidz wants is just rice, about side dishes, he did not mind.

While Amra was busy in the kitchen, assisted by Ma'am Im, Hafidz chose to return to the room. Just to finish some work that was delayed yesterday. He will try to forget what he saw yesterday. No matter who Amra loves, she will only continue and continue to give her love to Amra. Banging on the door of his heart, so that he knows that there is a man named Hafidz who loves him sincerely and struggles to get it.

While he was busy with his tablet, Amra's phone on the nightstand rang. There was an unknown number on the screen calling out, Hafidz just looked at it, with no intention of lifting it. However, there was a slight discomfort in his heart, not that he was suspecting Amra, but that he felt strange. And sure enough, just after the call ended, a short message came in, and it was read by Hafidz, the water turned murky looking at the short message, the jaw hardened, and the, even though it looks from the outside it looks ordinary.

‘Ra.. It's me, Fatih, please pick up my phone!’

That's the short message that came in. To take Amra's phone and remove it, but Hafidz said, because the door was open, and Amra entered while smiling gently at Hafidz

“Mas..” instantly the look on Hafidz's face turned warm as he looked at Amra

“What's the matter dear?”

“Can I leave early? I have to go somewhere.” Hafidz simply smiled and nodded in response

“Thanks mas..”

“Oiya... Breakfast is ready, we have breakfast together?”

Amra nodded, then picked up her phone and went back out. This time, he will prepare lunch for Hafidz. This is how Amra, though there was no love in her heart, still tried to be a good wife to Hafidz, as she had promised before she decided to accept Hafidz's proposal. Not out of love, just respect for the husband.

Hafidz sighed, he was a little disappointed when Amra brought her phone. He was determined to delete that short message. But this time he failed. Really he really did not want Amra to be in touch with Fatih anymore. At this moment of Amra's troubled heart, Hafidz felt that Amra would falter and he was afraid that Amra would do the wrong thing.

Amra put the phone on her kitchen marble table. While cooking for Hafidz's lunch, he was also waiting for a call from Mr. Hamzah, to give news of the addition to his novel.

And sure enough, moments later his phone rang, without having seen who contacted, Amra immediately received the incoming call

“Assalamualaikum mr Hamzah! So how? No problem yet?” he said quickly

“Waalaikumussalam, Ra!” Amra, stopping the movement of her hand that was putting food in the lunch box when she heard the voice was foreign.

And immediately he looked back at the screen of his phone, a foreign number on the screen

“Finally you picked up my phone, Ra!”

“Sorry, who is this?”

“Fatih..! Can we meet Amra?” Amra was silent not giving any answer, she was still surprised, how could Fatih contact her

“Amra.. please!” sounding across there Fatih was begging, Amra sighed softly and lowered her head

“I'll be into daycare after this!” that short speech became Amra's answer. And he quickly disconnected, even Amra forgot to say hello.

Amra breathed a little quickly accompanied by a heartbeat that seemed to race because it was so fast. Amra put down her phone and held on to the table because she felt her heart beating so hard. Hafidz, who was on the stairs earlier, ran up to Amra and held her arms. Amra was surprised and turned to her husband, his face pale

“You okay baby?” Amra looked at Hafidz inside, and she hugged him and cried silently. Nothing Hafidz said anymore, he just returned the hug

“Just rest at home!”

“Sorry mas, I can not. There is an important thing that I have to take care of” said Amra slowly while removing her embrace and continuing her activities, previously, she had wiped her tears without Hafidz's knowledge, he said, he didn't want Hafidz to know about this.

It's not that she doesn't respect her husband, she just wants to get this done alone.

“And sorry once again, because it seems like I can't accompany you to breakfast, I'll go straight after this mas! Don't forget, Hafiz has to bring this stuff! Okay?” Amra smiled, Hafidz looked at her with an unusual look. I don't know like a disappointment

“I inter”

“Thank you, but Mr. Yanto is ready!” Amra grabs Hafidz's hand, grasps him for a moment and kisses him before he heads to the room to pick up the bag. He didn't even change clothes first

Hafidz sighed as he looked at his wife who looked very hasty. Then looked down and rubbed his face a little strongly. Signs if you are feeling very upset and a lot of thoughts.  Both ears are also red, usually it is a sign if he is feeling angry.

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Forging new relationships without completing mass, will only add to the misery. Many hearts must be sacrificed, many wounds must be broken. Sometimes, it is better and more mature if you finish first an unfinished story. So that what we live in the future becomes better and happier.

As a human being, maybe this is one of Amra's faults. But it was not entirely her fault either, because after all, Amra was also in a state of being destroyed, feeling guilty to her mother. And it just so happened that the one who wanted his mother to make a son-in-law was Hafidz.

Actually, Amra herself was also in a very difficult situation. If can it be clever? Had the mother been given a long life by God, she would have chosen Fatih as her last port. Because after all, only Fatih had been in his heart all this time. A man he always mentioned his name in prayer. He also felt he had an inner bond with his daughter.

But, the twist of fate sometimes does not go along with what is imagined. At the end of his waiting story, there must be someone else who becomes his last port. If the story is not happy, maybe fate is trying to show how much more patient and happy he should be.

Adrift in this situation, Amra still wanted to have a good opinion of her Lord. He left it all to God who had guaranteed his life. While continuing to hope, he will get a happy ending.

Amra pondered, looking out the car window. He leaned back there. Seeing the passing of the vehicle that drove unrhythmically. Some are fast, some are slow. His face looks sad in the middle of the morning.

‘Show me the way out of all this, O God... If the presence of Fatih will only make the servant and Hafidz worse, I beg you to keep him away from the servant, remove this taste. Let the servant give this love to the husband of the servant, the one who deserves it more.. Servant beg O Allah. to whom else the servant should ask help’.