This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
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The rain that reluctantly subsided since midnight, presented a bone-chilling chill. By the window whose curtains were wide open, a woman was seated in a wheelchair.

His face implied a deep wound, evident from the roar of tears that drenched both cheeks.

Every now and then the woman stared out, looking at nature which was painting her feelings. Dark, gloomy, such is the picture of life that appears in its neutrality.

In the doorway, in the same room. A man was standing with his hands clenched. The highlight of his eyes implied a heartache, really hurt to see the wife slumped in the distance.

They are Jordan and Freya. Since leaving the hospital a week ago, Freya has never smiled. His daily life was just moody and crying, he rarely spoke and often late to eat. It affected his health, he never recovered as before.

Jordan approached his wife. He squatted in front of her and straightened his hair. Jordan wiped away the tears that were always there.

"Honey, don't be like this, think about your condition" Jordan said slowly.

"I don't have a womb, I won't be able to give birth to your child. I'm not perfect, I can't be a good wife." Freya lowered her head and grew sobbing.

Jordan clutches Freya's body tightly. He knew how devastated Freya's heart was. His wife was devastated by the reality that had befallen her.

"You're the best wife, you're the only woman I love the most. To me you are precious and special, my dear. Don't say that word anymore, yeah.

Listen to me, we've got Kamila. You love him, don't you? He's our son, there's the same blood flowing in his body. He's not someone else, honey. Isn't that more than enough?" jordan with long words. He tried to calm Freya down and comfort her heart.

"But different, he is not the fruit of our love. I was disappointed in myself, I couldn't give the most precious thing in marriage. I'm disappointed, honey, I'm so disappointed" Freya said, without stopping her crying.

"Honey, every moment I spend with you is precious. Your presence, your love, and everything about you, it's worth it. Believe me, I sincerely say this. Baby, you've taken me down the right path, so now don't falter. Do not complain about the destiny that has been laid down for us, Allah is All-Knowing of what is best for His servant. Honey, you managed to calm me down, who had felt unworthy because of my different status with you. Now, don't let me feel stupid for not calming you down." Jordan said as he cupped Freya's cheek.

"Jor .. and," Freya murmured quietly. His eyes stared fixedly at Jordan. Slowly the burden was reduced thanks to the expression of love that Jordan gave.

"I love you so much, I accept whatever is inside of you. Whether it is an advantage, whether it is a deficiency. So please, honey, don't fall like this, I'm hurt to see it. We are not given the opportunity to have the fruit of love, but we are still given the opportunity to be together. Our days remain beautiful, loving, colorful, isn't it a pleasure we should be grateful for, dear?" Jordan rubbed Freya's cheeks with his fingers.

"You ... Are you right not to dispute this? Are you sure you'll survive even if I can't give you offspring?" asked Freya anxiously.

"A lot of the time we've spent together, does that question still need an answer?" Jordan asked back.

"I'm .. I'm afraid of losing you, I love you" Freya replied.

"I love you too and it's a genuine love that doesn't just look at the physical. Trust me, baby, I'll never leave you. You are the light of my life, I can part with you. I promise, I will accompany you to my age. Other than death, nothing else will get me off your side" Jordan said.

Freya did not answer, but she immediately scattered in Jordan's arms. She cried and sought comfort in her husband's arms.

"Fall away from your worries, for I will never do that. I am yours, and you are mine. We have each other, no matter what," Jordan whispered as he kissed Freya on the top of the head.

Not yet had Freya answer Jordan's words, suddenly Kamila came and shouted to call Jordan.

"Father! Papa!" call Kamila.

Jordan lets go of Freya's embrace, "what's up, honey?" He asked while looking at Kamila.

Ever since Freya got out of the hospital, Kamila did not dare to come closer. He knows Freya's mood is bad, and he is afraid that her presence will make Freya even more hurt.

Jordan gave a big smile. Then he rubbed Freya's cheek while whispering softly.

"He cares about you so much, you don't want to disappoint him, do you, honey?" whispered Jordan.

Freya smiled, then she turned her head and looked at Kamila. There was a warm feeling that began to seep into his mind, when he looked at the little boy who was standing while looking at him.

"Here, dear, Miss Mama," called Freya with tears returning.

"Mama, Mama call me?" ask Kamila, a little scared.

"Yes." Yeah." Freya nodded.

Kamila ran over to Freya and scattered in her arms. Freya cried even more, she felt guilty for hurting the girl.

"I'm sorry Mama, honey. Some days, my mom ignored you. In the future, Mama will not repeat it again. Mama loves Mila very much" Freya said. He held Kamila's head tightly, then he rubbed his hair lovingly.

"I also love Mama, don't be sad again, Ma. I miss joking with Mama" said Kamila.

"Yes, Honey. Sorry Mama, yes," replied Kamila.

In the next instant, Jordan moved up and embraced the two women he loved dearly. He is grateful, given the opportunity to live in the shade of love and love. Given his very bad past, not having any offspring was not a proper punishment. God is Most Compassionate, Most Merciful, and does not deserve to complain about the pleasures He has given.

"Thank you, O God, for the time and opportunity you have given. Guide the servant in walking Your way, give instructions so that the servant is not wrong in guiding the family. Thy Fate is Most Beautiful, to Thee only the servant surrenders. Thank you, O God," Jordan said in his heart.

On the other hand, Freya closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth she had not felt for a while. Although he was very hurt by the reality that befell him, but slowly Freya began to be grateful. God sent a man as perfect as Jordan as a husband, God also sent a girl as good as Kamila in his care. The pleasure was immense when compared to her who was only a murderer.

In the past, he caused many wounds and grief for his crimes. He hastened death, without thinking about the feelings of those left behind. Having no order, is only a small punishment. It's not right to complain too much.

"Thou art a servant who rejected Thy destiny, O Allah. The servant forgets the distant past of Your teaching. O God, thank You that you still allow slaves to live in the world. Thank you servant still You give the opportunity to enjoy the warm love and love. Keep your heart strong in Your way, O Allah. To You I surrender, I believe You are the All-Aware of the best destiny for this life" Freya said in her heart.

He smiled broadly, happy to have a family like Jordan and Kamila. Especially when remembering the promise that Jordan just said, it feels like there is no more burden that stuck.

In a position that is still unfolding, they smile at each other and imply twinkles of happiness. In each other's hearts, they promised, taking care of each other and having each other. They will be desperate to meet the future.

A piece of the grim story that they went through, will be a rope to achieve a dream. Mistakes, they make lessons to achieve hope.

Witnessed by nature that began to shine, they wipe each other's tears and comment on laughter in the bonds of love.

Wounded and disappointed, wrapped neatly in a pile of memories. Let the pain be a memory. Enough love and affection accompany their steps. Today, tomorrow, and forever.

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