The Destiny I Chose
Proposing

In a restaurant that has been booked.

"Lidya, Will you marry me?" said Fikri while kneeling in front of Lidya while showing a small box containing a diamond ring.

Lidya was shocked to discover that this man would propose to her tonight. In fact, he had thought that Fikri had invited him to meet to talk about the matter of the restaurant. Apparently not, the man proposed to her instead, asking her to be his life companion.

"Mas, aren't you wrong about me?" asked Lidya while shaking her head. How could a man like Fikri want to marry a triple-dowager like himself?

"I love you, Lid, nothing's wrong."

Lidya who is still traumatized by marriage also keeps the ring held by Fikri. Making the man stand up again with a look of wonder. They sat back and spoke seriously. Fikri knew that Lidya must have been surprised by this sudden proposal.

"Why, Lid, do you still doubt me?" fikri asked as if reading Lidya's mind.

"I'm sorry, Mas. Not that I would refuse. But I am still traumatized by my old marriage. Well, maybe you loved me in the beginning. But later, as time goes by, you can be like Mas Radit who will leave me when I find another more beautiful woman. It could be that my body will be fat like it used to be." To be honest, Lidya still believes that Fikri loves her for seeing her now. Like, Fikri loves him because of his physique.

"I thought you were going to talk like this. Here, now you look and read carefully. You'll know from when and how much I love you."

Fikri handed a medium-sized box to Lidya. The box was immediately opened and gave rise to various photos of Lidya in the old school days.

Not only that, there is a Brooch hijab of old times. Lidya recalled that she had lost the hijab brooch during sports lessons and never found it again. Worth it, it turns out that the brooch was on Fikri.

Tucked a paper in the middle of the pile of photos. Judging from the shape and color, it was clearly visible that it was an annual-aged paper. Lidya immediately opened it and read the contents.

Today, January 19th. I saw him crying. He was comforted by his friend. Apparently, she was crying because she said a girl named Emma bullied herself and spilled chocolate on her shirt. I can see that chocolate bar is so wide in her school uniform.

Ah, Lidya, why are you crying, honey? No cry. I won't be able to see my bidadar get hurt. I wanted to come and comfort him. But I don't have the courage. Every day, all I could do was hide behind anything to see himself from a distance.

I really want to express my feelings to her. Already a year ago, I had to harbor this feeling. I remember the first time he entered this school, and I was the one who became his senior when he joined MOS. I've never seen an angel as beautiful as her. I don't care about his body shape. The more I see him, the deeper my love for him becomes. Moreover, she is a very good girl. Is it possible that he would accept me who's a badboy?

Never mind, maybe forever I'll just be his secret admirer. Thank you, Lidya. Thank you for being born into this world that made me feel the beauty of falling in love even though I couldn't have you.

Hey gaes, don't forget to read my new novel, yeah.