Between Love and Love
It will not fall just because of love.
"What only? You're a man not a sissy. If you're like this, I think it's mama who failed to educate you" said the mother, crying.
"Ma, I'm gonna go to bed first" a few minutes later, Anton was shut up.
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Anton.
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A smiling cloud looked at the brother who was already legitimately Aini's husband. His gaze did not escape the woman who was next to him. No less beautiful than the bride. Both wear white clothes. The difference is that Aini wears a white kebaya with a hijab and Tara wears a long-sleeved dress with hair in the booth.
The woman felt very close, but the distance still stretched between them. The clouds can only mention it in prayer. Even if they're not a match, it's okay for the Clouds.
"That's what Tara's called?" ask the mother of the clouds.
"Yes, mom. Beautiful right? She's the woman I call in prayer. Near but far away." Answer Cloud.
"Is he Aini's friend?" ask the mother again.
"Yes he's Aini's friend. At first he refused to come. After I persuaded finally to come to Salatiga with me."
"She's an orphan mom, a nice lady and looks cheerful but holds a lot of wounds." Next later.
"And pretty too. I'm asking you not to hurt her again!" Pinta mama Awan's.
"No, ma'am."
"There are so touching love stories and so many lessons we can take from them. The first is the story of Fatimah Az Zahra and the second is the story of Lailla Qais. Which one do you want?" ask the mother of the clouds.
"Why should Laila and Qais bu?"
Degs...
The clouds confirmed the mother's words. It's too hard to end up happy. And the hope of unity is very thin, like a piece of tissue that means it has to end tragically.
" Why are you quiet? Was mom wrong? " ask mother Awan.
" No ma'am, I won't force him. I do not wish to end up happy like Ali Bin Abi Talib and Fatimah and I do not want to end tragically like Qais and Laila. I will not fall for a love that is not united with God. Humans are not always passing by in life. Pain or happiness are common to us. Besides, the world won't collapse just because I'm not with Tara." The clouds steadily.
The man is legowo, there is no compulsion and will not fall down because of love. Because it's hard, it's sad, it's good that everyone will have their time. When her love is gone ill is certain. That's hard. Rela is a sedative word only and in the end it is accustomed that makes humans can be separated from pain.
The view of the clouds is still not separated from Tara. The woman was busy tasting some of the dishes presented at the event.
"Sana, in samperin!" Pinta mama Awan's.
"Yes ma'am, the clouds go there first!" After saying goodbye he immediately headed to Tara's place.
"How about here, like no?" asked the Clouds when they reached Tara's seat.
"Like."
"You come back here every three months?" ask the clouds again.
Tara knitted her brows. A little confused by the meaning of the cloud. Every three months? How many millions he had to buy a plane ticket to just go to Aini's house, that's what Tara had in mind.
" Not once every three months, wasteful. My money could run out." Reject Tara.
It used to be Tara language like a slang child in general. You use your and my language but, ever since he knew the Clouds, he's always used me and you. Love can change a person from good to not good and vice versa.
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👣 The story between Fatimah Az Zahra and Ali bin Abi Talib as well as Laila and Qais I get her from ig and also read some articles. From that story we can learn a lot. And I was inspired to pour her a little idea into my story.
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