The Blocked Love of Amnesia
Thirteen: Stings of Love and Jealousy

Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi. How are you doing? Long time no update. No one came. No one gave me spirit. But I realized, I was struggling here to achieve success. Nothing you just read a prayer without comments or likes. The important thing is that I always have to make a story. Ah kitu we're. Read first Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiim yaa.

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This morning, I cooked something for Aba. This was the first meal I cooked for her. Yes, although assisted by Mpok, anyway.

I was at the dinner table with Aba. I looked at him excitedly. He eats with gourmand. It turns out that my cooking fits on his tongue.

"Emmm, yummy, huh?" my many. I hope he answers well.

"Ummm, honestly? Or don't?"

I take a breath, huhft is not-don't my cooking is not good, huh? I took another breath and said, "honestly, honestly, it's beautiful." My reply.

Aba scoops her food and then signals me to take her feed. I frowned, you know, didn't I ask you nice or not? How, he bribed me?

I took his bribe.

"You can answer your own questions" Aba continued.

My forehead is wavy, don't understand. I swear, I told you this morning.

"Hahaha," Aba laughed. "The answer's good, honey." Her baby then pinched gently on my cheek.

Duh, I blushed. Hmmm, thanks Aba. Without knowing it, my heart was blossoming. Is that how much I fell in love?

"Oh yes, honey, how about today we play to the office of Ama's friend who was sending Ama home."

"What is Aba Andrea?" my many.

"Well, that's it." Aba answered and then sipped a glass of water until the remaining half.

I grunt. Uh, why? I was afraid that if I met her, that love would grow again.

"Silaturahmi's good, you know, sweetie." Continue Aba. "OKay?" he then looked at me expectantly.

I nodded after three seconds of silence.

"Thank God,"

"Eh Rica," cried Rendi then walked towards me. It's funny, when I call me Eh Rica. Maybe he meant Risa Tea. Haha.

"The hero Aba has woken up, nih," Aba said expressively.

I glanced at Aba. He very warmly greeted Rendi, like greeting his own son.

Aba held Rendi and sat her on the chair.

"We eat, yuk!"

Rendi nodded then smiled. I was happy to see my sister who did not cry constantly after Mom's departure. Apparently he's a tough kid.

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This afternoon, I'm the same Aba has arrived at Andrea's office. Uh yeah, forgot, I invited Rendi today too. Rendi is now like my son and Aba, hehe. I got out of the car and set foot there.

Oh, my God, I miss this place. The place where I met Ita, Renaldi and Andrea. Good people who love me without looking.

"Rise!" that special voice scream. I know, he's Ita.

Ita ran from the lobby towards me who was still walking up the stairs towards the main door.

Ita immediately hugged me quickly. "I miss you so much."

"Me too" I said very happy

My eyes caught something. There's someone in there. That guy! "Renaldi?" hisisku. The look on my face suddenly changed dramatically.

He glanced at me with a hostile look. Then walk to the elevator.

Hmmm, why him? Ah already.

"Andrea's not in the room yet, is she?" ask Ita.

"Sir Ita!" yelling Sophie surprised me and Ita who was meeting miss. Sophie is one of the employees at the company. I know his name because at that time he was introduced to Ita.

Ita turned towards Sophie then hinted at a sign of what?

"Sister, our client has been waiting. We have a meeting today" he said.

"Oh Tuhaaan, I forgot. Eu, Risa, Ahmad, sorry yes, I have to go first. Awaiting meeting. Bye," Ita's in a hurry to leave.

I laughed at the riot. "Yes jug, cing smoothly meetingna (Yes there, hopefully smooth meeting)."

"Thank you,"

Ita went with Sophie.

"So yu, Ba," I asked Aba.

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Today I was invited by Aba to attend a wedding invitation of his friend in South Jakarta. The wedding was simple but elegant and there were many invited guests. The theme of his marriage is Islamic, so I was asked by Aba to wear a robe and scarf hood.

There is Ustadzah which is already very famous throughout Indonesia, even he has been famous to Malaysia and neighboring countries. God, my eyes glazed when I saw him. In the past, when in the village I often watched his tausiyah in one of the television stations in Indonesia.

I held onto Rendi and sat on the chair that had been provided. Aba sat beside me. Now, we are solemnly listening to his words.

"I'm happy to see his bride. She was so beautiful in her beautiful dress. And most of all, he was hijab. By God, we can prove that the beauty of women will not be reduced if wearing a hijab." Said.

"In fact, by wearing a hijab, precisely the aura of her beauty will increasingly appear. Hijab is mandatory for every woman. Because it is God's duty."

"You know? If we, as women do not wear the hijab, or the quotation marks are open aurat. So, the torment in the Hereafter will not only be reserved for us. But for dad, we. Since father will be questioned, why doesn't your daughter close the aurat? He will be held accountable. Everyone here loves their father. Therefore let us increase our hospitality in hijab in His way."

Jem! So punchy. I was embarrassed. Fear at once. Paaa, sorry Risa, yes. Risa has not been hijab until now.

Hmmm, .. I am actually ashamed when compared to my sisters who are shalah and shalah. They're pesantren and always look after the aurat. While me? Hmmmm. Apparently I have met your guidance.

Okay, I'll try it.

The Ustadzah spoke again. "For prospective fathers, if you already have a daughter, give education early on about the need to close the aurat. So that later in the afterlife will not get questions about the matter of his daughter's conscience."

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When I got home, I stuck myself in the mirror. I look beautiful, even if I wear a hijab. Hehe, not that. I mean, it turns out that wearing a hijab is not very hot. Comfortable, really.

"Udah, don't look in the mirror. Her husband will be jealous,"

I turned my body towards my husband. He's in front of me now. Smiling sweet.

"Udah is beautiful, no need to keep reading," he continued then chuckled.

I blushed. Holding smile.

Take a step forward, make me tick. He put his lips close to my forehead. Then kiss it long enough.

"If Aba can take something, Ama is prettier in a hijab."

I raised my face so that it could be level with his. "God willing," I said as I stared at Aba's bead. I like his eye beads. Very beautiful and soothing.

Aba smiled and hugged me warmly. I returned his embrace. A loving and loving embrace.

The sting, the sting began to go into the depths of my heart. I let him in.

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How's it? Next up? Comment yaa. Thanks though. Oh yeah btw, this story wants me to change the cover. The title also wants me to change. So in Indonesian, it's like "Loving Two Men" or "Love Blocked Amnesia" or "Love Of Three Men". Appreciate the author by giving like votes and positive comments as much as possible.

Thursday, 23 Jan 2020

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