WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Peace

Far away I feel, not comparable to the distance life will welcome in the future. This isn't my first time

rise up from the slump, how many times? If I count them, they may be countless, so many days passed by a betrayal. Until I felt that there was no time to mourn fate. From now until the future I will not allow any more hearts to be hurt. I will not allow anyone to betray me again.

I'm careful and keep the spirit, holy verses, and dhikr in the morning, I do routine. Just to get rid of frequent suffering

coming back, when I think of the betrayal of the people I love the most, and strangely, everyone I love, love and cherish, why do they always betray me?? Thousands of times I convinced my heart “You can definitely Anjani!!!“ that sentence can always recover when the heart starts to falter.

Funny thing is, that betrayal doesn't always come from my partner, parents, sister, best friend, and everyone I've ever known, they've always betrayed me, and there's something even more funny, I still believe in them, forgive them and give them plenty of opportunities.

Life is always about choices, and my life is my choice. I choose to continue to forgive, even if I continue

in disappointment. Naive indeed.

“Jan, have you gone home??” Anwar sat in

next to me, on a sofa in the living room.

“Sudah“ I replied briefly.

“How? What did Tiwi say?” Anwar looked at me inside.

“Tiwi says what you say“ replied me.

“Hhuuuhhh ... “ Anwar took a deep breath, relieved at my answer.

“You now trust me??” Anwar held my shoulder gently.

“Not fully“ I replied accordingly.

“Why again?? Isn't everything clear?” tanyanya disappointed.

“What is clear is not necessarily definitely“ I replied

looking at her cynically, I don't know, but now my heart's frozen.

“You still don't trust me Jan?? You still doubt me?? Must I let alone convince you??” Anwar looks frustrated.

“No need, Allah knows far more the truth“ I replied lightly.

I got out of my seat, entered the kitchen, for some time, I left the place that used to be my favorite place,

I opened the fridge, took out the ingredients I was going to cook, the taste

by cooking all my burdens can disappear. Meanwhile, I heard two of my dearest men were chuckling in the tv room. I smiled, I liked this situation so much.

Long time I struggled in the kitchen, until it was finished, and I set it on the table, I immediately went to the tv room. I saw two of the most handsome men in my life rolling on a fur rug. Laughing cheerfully, while

chattering. I smiled, leaning my head against the connecting door, with my hands folded over my chest. I don't know how long the peace in this house is gone.

And I realized, I was the one who caused everything to happen. I was the one who invited

criminals break into my own house. A very valuable lesson

to me.

“Jan, are you done cooking??” suddenly Anwar's voice made me blink

“Ah, yes, you guys eat first ya“ I turn the body, then walk towards the dining room, sit in the dining chair, to wait for them.

Shortly thereafter, Anwar comes with Fadli in his carrier.

“Jan, are you tired?? Do I have to find a new ART for you?” he asked, wiping the sweat that ran through my temple.

“No, I will not entrust anyone anymore, to take care of my household affairs“ I replied firmly.

“Ah, alright, but you don't get too tired ya“ Anwar smiled.

“Hmh, let's eat“ I grabbed the plate, then filled it with rice and side dishes, then thrust it on Anwar.

“Thank you dear“ Anwar stroked the tip of my head, ah .. I really miss this atmosphere. Why after everything was lost, I just felt homesick, I just felt if the small and trivial things we used to do together became very meaningful.

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