The Door of Destiny Removing Single
Episode 3

TRYING TO DARE TO FIGHT FEELINGS

Morning….

I'm still alive after last night's surprise attack. Last night I fell asleep in a half-forgotten state. So much side effects of the problems last night, that I half consciously crashed in bed and slept there. I'm getting ready soon, it's Sunday and I need to stay in the office. More precisely attend office events. Today the launch of a new branch minimarket which is located approximately 4 km from my home.

About 1 hour later I was on the spot. I saw that some of the staff were also there. I activated the on mode, in my mind and body, though not with my heart. I am fully aware that I have to be professional about my work. As for my heart, I tried to put aside - for a while.

“Out of crying?”, that sympathetic voice surprised me. I looked to the side, Hafiz had put on his shady look while thrusting mineral water at me.

“Thank you”, I replied while receiving the mineral water.

“Not want to tell?”, back Hafiz asked

“I’m ok. Please don’t make me uncomfortable,” I replied while putting on a smile. The real smile comes from a last night product of bitterness.

“OK. I will wait for the show, Cafe Coklat”, Hafiz said as he walked away.

Either this ordeal or some other way God showed me to give me some kind of prank. How can Hafiz, who is so handsome and relatively well-established, not have any charisma in front of me. Not to mention the attention that has been given to me and a polite attitude that is not made up when dealing with anyone of the opposite sex who interacts with him, is a plus that in fact has not been able to melt my heart. Not to mention, the 2 years he used to wait for me. Gravely.

While I was in a state where with a strong folly the name of love, waiting for someone who could even be a moment away would not be a part of my days. Or it will remain a part of my days and fill it with tears and wounds. But the wounds I really miss.

The event was a success. The entire team was currently gathered in the staff room, not least me and Hafiz. He acted ordinary, as if there was nothing between us. This is what I love about Hafiz, staying calm and professional. He was the leader for this event, and on closing occasions like this he conveyed his evaluation and gratitude to the team for the successful work today. The meeting was closed and each broke up. So did Hafiz. But he turned his head towards me and gave me a code, he was waiting for me at the Chocolate Cafe.

About 15 minutes later, we arrived at the location. I ordered a drink, Hafiz handed me the menu options. This time it seems like I really don't want to discuss anything, especially Zaky. But it seems like Hafiz wants something else, rather forcefully.

“Last night, Rio sent you a photo with him. This time what else he did to you. You cry again and it's because he”, Hafiz started to judge me.

Rio.., yeah of course. I forgot that the owner of the Cafe that last night was a close friend of Hafiz.*****, I can't be in touch anymore

“Come...., we are both adults. Give me privacy”, I replied

How could I forget who Hafiz was, who I rejected many times but stayed by my side. Never tired of wiping my tears, treating my heart wounds, even putting himself to take care of me for 2 years. Wounds and tears are precisely caused by his rival-Zaky. Love really made me forget. Forgetting to distinguish wounds and being happy.

“I've decided. I'm stopping. My normal level demands to rebel. I deserve Happy”, I replied while holding back tears. But it also fell.

“You sure?”, Hafiz asked while looking at me deeply

“Not”, I answered honestly while wiping my tears. This time I already wanted to stop my silliness from wailing and crying over someone who might not even be thinking about me right now.

“I'm still in the same place, where you left me. In a place you can go to at any moment, the other side of your heart. A space where, perhaps one day, you will gain control of yourself and remove the wounds you have intentionally allowed to exist because of someone's presence. I am still there, waiting for you.”, Hafiz said as he looked straight at me

“Thank you”, I replied softly

Thank God, at least after last night's tears, I still allow you to receive this temporary happiness. Whilst??? Ja. Because I'm not completely okay.

Hafiz smiled, sweet. Hand over a neatly wrapped box of chocolates.

“Although haitmu has not accepted me, he should accept this so that you are strong to face the reality of bitters”, said Hafiz.

I accepted. Thank you for being so kind to me. Thank you for today.

I want to give my heart a try to fight my feelings for Zaky. Feelings that consciously controlled my heart and mind during these 3 years. But it has not yet found the estuary of tranquility. I had to make it clear that my race was on Zaky, incising more wounds. I am someone who deserves to be happy. I'll heal this wound and start something new with someone new.

Another corner of my heart agreed. But the other side declared a dispute. This time I really fought. Against my feelings for Zaky.