Thousand Wounds
13

The morning mentor woke up from his contest place leaving a million memories of yesterday and trying to string a better story in the day. The breeze of the morning breeze blew gently moving every leaf and grass that had already been seen wet by the dew overnight. The cool morning air accompanied Fahri to his office. On arrival at the office, he rushed to his study. On top of his desk looks a stack of neatly arranged files. One, two files he finished reading. As he was about to continue retrieving the next file, his eyes were fixed on the classic brown-colored paper. Then he grabbed that paper. He watches it carefully. On the surface of the paper emblazoned the name of a pair of people who are not familiar to him.

"The marriage of Raka and Husna," Fahri's inner.

Instantly, Fahri's body leaned limply on the swivel chair. I don't know where to make Fahri's energy. He now tries to close his eyes, then beristigfar with his tongue. He hoped that what he was doing could ease the pain of losing Husna. The wound in his heart had not healed, now his heart had to be scratched back by a bitter reality in his life.

" O Allah why it hurts so much" said Fahri, placing a palm on his chest.

But Fahri immediately strengthened his heart. He convinced himself that God was managing his life. He opened his eyes again while continuing to struggle until the pain subsided a little.

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The day in the invitation finally arrived. Thousands of invited guests have been seen arriving at Mr. Irwan's house. Fahri is seen sitting in the middle of the invited guests. Before the kabul ijab event began, Mr. Irwan stepped closer to Fahri. Then he sat down beside her. They seem to be talking about a very important matter.

"Son Fahri, I want to ask you for something, please" said Mr. Irwan.

"Sorry sir, how can I help you?"ask Fahri.

"Father ask for help you are willing to be a witness of marriage from our family," said Mr. Irwan.

"Sorry, be a witness sir?"fahri asked in shock.

"Son Fahri is ready, son?"Mr. Irwan asked again.

"Yes, God willing, sir" Fahri replied, holding his breath.

"Thank you, thank you, son Fahri," said Mr. Irwan.

The ijab kabul event will begin. Raka stepped towards the place that had been prepared. With a still irritated heart and heavy steps, he continued to step. There was no happiness on his face.

Meanwhile, Fahri seemed to strengthen his heart. He took a breath and then exhaled slowly. It was as if he was whispering something to his heart and mind.

"I must be strong" whispered Fahri to his mind and mind.

With half of his soul in possession, Fahri got up from his seat. Then walk towards the place of ijab kabul. Fahri sat next to Mr. Irwan. His gaze occasionally fell on Raka. A bitter taste filled every part of his heart's recess. However, he looked stiff when half of his soul had disappeared from his body.

The ijab kabul process has been completed. Accompanied by his brother and sister, Husna stepped towards the place of the kabul ijab procession. Then he sat down beside Raka. Sometimes his eyes were on Fahri. It was clear that sadness was framing Husna's heart. A pseudo expression of happiness was shown to all the invited guests present.

Fahri's soul was further shaken and torn as Raka put a ring on Husna's finger. Fahri seemed to hold back the tears that had filled his eyes. He wanted to get up from his seat immediately. Then leave the venue. However, with all his might he held back his steps and tried to make peace with his turbulent soul holding back the jealousy that was building in his heart.

Raka and Husna walked together to the pelamina. Their shadow had now disappeared from before Fahri. Fahri was only able to watch the woman's soul mate was being paired with his best friend in the pelamina.

What about the next love story?

Can Fahri get up and reassemble his soul fragments?

Will Fahri be anchoring his heart and love to another woman?

What about Raka and Husna?

Will the seeds of love grow in their hearts?

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