True Love Never Ends
The Part 30
Azhar grimaced while scolding her temple, of course it makes Nasha's feelings raging.
"What have I done, O God? What will Azhar think of me now? Why am I so crazy and aggressive? What demon possessed me? The demon again kasmaran? " Nasha lowered her head so deeply, she even held her breath waiting for Azhar's response.
"Nasha.." cried Azhar and Nasha immediately looked up.
"Yes?"
"Who's your full name?" azhar asked and it made Nasha confused
"Nahda...Laura" she replied doubtfully.
"My name is Azhar Ubaidillah" said Azhar and Nasha nodded her head nod "You know my age has just turned 24, and you know my family background. We live in the middle class, Nasha. I don't even have a job yet... "
"Yes I know.." answered Nasha quickly "But you are smart, well educated. It's easy for you to get a job, but why even discuss work? I discussed taaruf" said Nasha who made Azhar again smile amusedly.
"Look..." Azhar took a deep breath and exhaled slowly "Honestly I came home sooner than Cairo because I want to say as you say, I want to express feelings like the feelings you are expressing, I want to live the taaruf with you but..."
"But????" nasha asked impatiently.
"Honestly, Nasha... I'm so embarrassed and not confident, I haven't got a steady job, I'm not independent yet. And I'm so embarrassed to have to ask a woman while I haven't stood on my own feet, which is why I want to get a job first and then I'll ask you"
"I love you." said Nasha who immediately made Azhar glare perfectly and her heart pounded even more, it turns out Nasha is much crazier than what he imagined.
"Whatever your job or your social status, I still love you" Nasha said embarrassedly, and without Nasha realizing Azhar was much more embarrassed. Nasha precedes him in every way and that makes Azhar really not warty.
"I applied to be a lecturer at your college, replacing Yunus..."
"really?" pekik Nasha was overjoyed and Azhar nodded while holding back the smile "Oh God, I love you even more. We can meet every day" she said again spontaneously, and realizing the madness, Nasha immediately smothered her own mouth. While Azhar just chuckles amusedly.
"But you know how much the teacher's salary is?" Nasha looked directly at Azhar, this time with a serious, very serious look.
"Do you love me, Azhar?" the question really makes Azhar question his manhood, he does not know what to answer even though his heart has rebelled to declare the same love.
"David, Azhar...!" Azhar and Nasha turned to Ummi Rifa's voice which suddenly sounded.
"Ummi.." - Lirih Azhar.
"Gantle dong, Azhar. You are a man, cook lost to Nasha" said Ummi Rifa again who made Nasha blush embarrassed.
"Yes, I love Nasha" Azhar replied as she lowered her head.
"That's more than enough, Azhar" Nasha replied wisely.
"I will soon meet your parents with Abi and Ummi" Azhar said later and Nasha's expression immediately turned stiff.
Old folks?
Nasha forgets that her parents always manage and restrain Nasha in every way, what if they disagree? What's more Nasha's adoptive parents were always looking at people of her social status.
"Malisa..." Ummi Rifa patted Nasha softly on the shoulder as she was seen daydreaming "How come, son?" ask Ummi Rifa.
"Will the Ummis agree and accept Nasha?" nasha asked in a low voice.
"Definitely, Honey. Even before this brat received you, we already received you" Ummi Rifa replied as she sat beside Nasha.
"What do you mean?" nasha asked not understanding.
"In that case, is it okay if Nasha tells you who Nasha really is?" nasha asked as she looked at Ummi Rifa and Azhar alternately.
"You mean?" azhar asked a little not understanding even though she did not know much about Nasha.
"My real name is Nasha, just Nasha, Azhar" Nasha replied and she seemed to strengthen herself to speak "I don't know who the woman who gave birth to me or who my real father is"
"So you..."
"I'm an adopted child" said Nasha bowed sadly.
"Hey, Honey...." Ummi Rifa stroked Nasha's shoulders gently "There is no difference between adopted children or biological children, whose names are still children. Don't be sad so, Ummi has even considered you a child of Ummi" said of course to make Nasha very moved.
Even people who have adopted Nasha have never said such a thing "Thank you" said Nasha full of haru, he looked at Ummi Rifa as if he wanted to say something else. It was as if he wanted to complain, and Ummi Rifa understood the meaning of that gaze.
"What's up, Nasha? Anything you want to say again? Don't what, son. Just say it" said her softly. Nasha clasped Ummi Rifa's hand tightly.
"I was 8 years old when I first wanted a family. At that time I was playing in the park and seeing children my age playing with their parents, they looked very happy and I also wanted happiness like that. I kept praying and hoping I could have a family, two years after that. Just when I was 10, there was a rich couple who adopted me and made me part of their family... " said Nasha and without feeling her tears slipping from the corner of her eyes, Nasha's memories revolved back in those days, Nasha immediately wiped her tears. While Azhar and Ummi Rifa were looking at it a little confused but they were still faithfully waiting for Nasha's story" I thought I had gotten what I wanted, I thought I'd have parents who would love me very much. But it turns out I was wrong, they adopted me only to replace their dead daughter, Laura's name. I even have to put his name behind mine. They took my whole life, my freedom, my feelings, my rights. I have to obey whatever they want even though it's so I don't like it, in every way" Nasha wiped her tears back and she took a deep breath.
Azhar and Ummi Rifa who listened to the story began to understand and understand what Nasha meant and what Nasha felt "They always brought up that I was only an adopted child, he said, every time I try to voice my inner voice, I just get a slap and anger"
"What???" lirih Azhar did not believe, he did not expect, Nasha who looks crazy, cheerful, bar bar, was living in inner pressure.
"But I still love them, Azhar. I love my foster parents, unconditional love even though they love me on all conditions, which is that I have to be like their daughter. I was also forced to go to Dokteran even though they knew I wasn't capable in that field, and for the sake of my love for people who know me, I did it"
"Malisa..." Ummi Rifa wiped away Nasha's tears that flowed incessantly and it even made Nasha sob.
"I'm telling you all this because I want you to know, Azhar. My parents would not approve of our relationship" Nasha said in a stifled voice, believing in it and making her very afraid. Azhar and Ummi Rifa were very surprised to hear that "They were very loud, Azhar. I'm afraid.." said Nasha even with a voice that almost disappeared "I want a lot of things in my life, but I never get it. And just once, I want to live my life the way I want, I want to get what I want. That's you...." Nasha looked at Azhar with so much sadness, expectant, and tears still flowing freely.
Listening to Nasha's story and seeing her tears flowing endlessly made Azhar's heart feel torn apart, it was very painful and painful.
"I'll fight for you, Nasha." - shrewd Azhar and she looked at Nasha reassuringly, right, Azhar even stroked Nasha's head which was still wrapped in hijab and it somehow provided calmness and warmth in Nasha's heart.
"You promise?" nasha asked to be sure.
"I promise you, we will fight together. Okay?" lirih Azhar and Nasha nodded as she rubbed her tears back.
"Thank you, Azhar. Thank you very much, please don't let me lose my rights again" she said.
"God willing, son. We will try" said Ummi Rifa while pulling Nasha into his arms, Nasha crying haru in the arms of Ummi Rifa.
While Azhar, she felt this was true taaruf. Where the meaning of taaruf itself is an introduction or getting to know each other. And he just got to know Nasha's side of this one, the depressed and unhappy Nasha. Nasha lost her identity and had to be someone else.
Azhar never thought, how can a mother do such a thing to her own child even though it is an adopted child?
How can one force another to become another and forcibly remove himself?
Azhar can't understand, or maybe it's an obsession people know to her child?
I don't know, what Azhar now has to think about is how to get the blessing of Nasha's parents, what else Azhar does not know them at all.
Azhar noticed Nasha still in her mother's arms, Azhar revealed a faint smile "I'm not just going to fight for our love, Nasha. But I will also try to fight for your rights. Inysa Allah"
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Tbc...