True Love Never Ends
Part 43's

Azhar was sitting pensively in the corner of the school yard, Azhar really felt heartbroken now and Azhar did not know where to fight for Nasha from.

Azhar wanted to have Nasha not only for Azhar's own sake, but also for Nasha's sake. Although only once met with Ramos, Azhar felt Ramos was a cold and dislike. At that time Ramos did not respect Nasha's family by going in the middle of dinner, then how could he respect and make Nasha happy?

"Azhar's..."

"Azhar......"

"Ehem ahem, Azhar...."

"Eh, huh, yeah...?" Azhar immediately stood up when she found Bilal standing behind her. Bilal chuckled at Azhar's expression.

"I've been standing here for more than five minutes, I've called you three times" Bilal said. He also sat down dam. Azhar sat down, "You have a problem? Watching you daydream"

Azhar nodded slowly, her face look sad "Nasha in a match with her parents, Om" lirih Azhar.

"Oh, the problem of romance.." murmured Bilal and he looked for a comfortable sitting position "Keep? Nasha want a match?"

"Yes, like her, she'll do whatever her parents ask her to do in return for adopting Nasha"

"I think the affection of parents does not need a reply even to their adopted children. Love is unconditional"

"Yes, but I really don't understand what to do now. Nasha looked sad and depressed as well. Azhar was afraid that she would not be happy with the man..."

"Then fight him, approach his parents, Azhar"

"The feeling will be difficult, because Nasha's parents are the type of people who see social status"

"Hemm bothered too, but social status does not mean anything if there is no comfort and happiness in him. People praise him because he's rich, that's all he gets. Compliments that are only as long as the person's tongue, nothing more"

"If they would understand that, Om. Nasha and I love each other. It felt so hard for us, and my heart ached when I saw Nasha crying earlier"

"If you believe you can make Nasha happy, fight for her Azhar. Do not just be hindered by the blessing of adoptive parents, blocked by the biggest storm in the world you must keep fighting. Getting true love is not easy, we will always be tested and tested. Not only with tears, maybe even with drops of blood to risk their lives. "bilal said softly, his memory revolved in the past. Where there are so many storms that hit her to have her Zahra.

"You see this..." Bilal pointed to the scar on his jaw "This wound I got when I tried to get Zahra, I almost lost my life at that time..."

Azhar listened carefully to Bilal, now she got a new spirit and confidence began to grow. Bilal said, if Nasha is his true love, then the storm will continue to hit to test their love. But if Nasha herself does not want to try, then how can Azhar fight alone?

"But Nasha has decided, Om. I can't force it." said Azhar in a low voice.

"Even Zahra had already signed the divorce papers back then, but true love would always find its own way. We just need to be sure and try that love is ours, and after that storm. Zahra and I never separated or thought they would be apart for a second. You have to convince Nasha that your love is worth fighting for"

Azhar smiled faintly and nodded in understanding "I will do, Om. Please pray for us, may God unite our love"

"Aamiin.." replied Bilal "It's night, as good as you go home"

After Azhar left, Bilal took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Until he felt the touch of a very soft hand on his shoulder, Bilal me held the hand and kissed it with a friendly.

"You eavesdropping on our conversation, honey?" he asked while looking, and he found his Zahra who was smiling so beautifully.

"There is no intention of eavesdropping, just because you don't come home like a toyib bang. So I followed you here, uh you talked to Azhar again. Yes, I'll wait until you're done" Asma said, which made Bilal chuckle amusedly.

"Yes, let's go home..." Bilal embraces Asthma's shoulders tightly and half-hugs her, Asma puts her arms around her husband's waist, seeking warmth in the cold of the night.

"So, I'm your true love huh?" asma asked softly, he stepped slowly and Bilal aligned his steps with his wife's steps.

"Yes, you are my true love, my Zahra. My soul mate, my heart lover..."

Decades of Asma has been the wife of the Ustadz, but somehow every time Bilal expressed his feelings so affectionately, Asma still always blushing like a teenage girl who just knew love.

"Is it hard to get to me?" ask Asma again.

"It's very difficult, but it's even harder to keep you" Bilal replied.

"That's why we try to survive together." continued Asma.

"Yes, because the struggle from one side will not produce maximum results"

"Gendong.." Asma's whine then made Bilal immediately laugh amusedly.

"Of course you are much younger than me, cooking is easier to get tired than I am old like this" said Bilal still laughing. Asthma pouting. He was easily tired, even though his age was far in Bilal. But the fact that he is also aged with two children and two grandchildren, it has been very proving he is no longer young.

"Yes, you are old, grandfather.." Asma said again.

"But still love, right?"

"What a surprise, yes." replied Asma and he immediately ran ahead of Bilal, what else their house was near. Bilal ran too.

The two of them race to reach the entrance, and when Asma is about to reach the door. The door is open...

"Come, Ummi... Why ngosan? Are there robbers? Or go after a drunk?" ask Faraz wonder.

"After the race, Ummi won." replied Asma proudly and he gawked in.

"Abi actually lost to Ummi?" faraz asked in surprise, Bilal only gave a smile, "Hem deliberately gave up..."

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Tbc...