HIJRAH LOVE
CHAPTER 19
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"I wondered what the box was about. And who's got it? Who came here?" Twnyaku in the mind.
"Pa, did papa come from earlier?" I asked my father who was still standing in front of me.
"No Aisyah, papa just came. Why are you asking like that?" Answer me by frowning and rounding his eyes.
"Emm...it's okay, pa, but who's that little box parcel? You see, before Aisyah and sister Maryam slept the little box was not there." The question was finally thrown out of my mouth, because of the excessive curiosity towards the box.
"Yes, what box is that?" Follow sister Maryam who approached the box.
"Obviously it's not papa's!" Answer me without expression.
I still feel so curious. Mary took the box and opened it. However, when he was about to open the box, suddenly there was a knock on the door of the room from outside. I don't know who's coming.
"Excuse me sir! I'll check on Aisyah first!" There came a doctor who treated me and wanted to check on me.
After a few minutes I was examined by the doctor, it was finally finished as well. It didn't take long to check on me, because my condition developed quite quickly.
"Thank God, everything is back to normal. Starting from blood pressure, and so on. Yes sir, ma'am, I'm sorry! May I heal soon, Mbk Aisyah!" Said the doctor explaining my condition.
"Thank God, thank you doc ." Papa's reply was brief.
After the doctor came out, my sister and I wanted to open the contents of the box again. But before opening the box, sister Maryam found an envelope containing a piece of paper inscribed with a letter. And it says my name. Was it meant for me? But who was that from?
"Sir, this is your name! The writing is the same as yesterday. Don't-don't the same person as the one who sent the flower yesterday." Said Maryam, guessing who gave.
"Hmm...!" My reply was expressionless and just shrugged both of my shoulders.
"Now, read what the letter is. Who knows how important." Says Sister Maryam who thrust the box in front of me.
Before I opened the box and knew what it contained, I read first a piece of paper with a red pen with a neat inscription.
"Assalamu'alaikum! Earlier, I asked ma'af to refer to you as my bidadar. Maybe now you are talking and asking why. However, I can't explain that I want you more than a friend.
So I entered the room without excuse. I saw you and your brother fall asleep so fast. Until I felt like I couldn't move my hand to wake you up.
I know, I'm nobody to you anymore. I can't see you all the time either. I can only make sure you're doing well from a distance. I actually want to look at you closely. But, it was just a pseudo shadow that I expected.
Aisyah, I gave this little gift to you. I beg you to accept! Don't refuse and throw it away.
May I recover and heal my bidadar."
After I read the entire contents of the letter with unblinking eyes, I finally understood what the letter meant and who the sender was.
"July!" I said, surprised by the box. Not only me, but sister Maryam was also surprised to see it. Guess what the box is about.
"Well, deck. That's a beautiful diamond necklace." Said Sister Maryam after seeing the contents of the box.
"Daddy, why are you crying?" Asked Sister Maryam who was worried about me and it was so clear in the look on her face.
"*Tid*ak sister, it's okay sister Maryam. Aisyah was just moved and remembered massalu." I replied, who was still looking at the necklace.
"Always? Masalalu what?" Ask Maryam curious.
I was silent for a moment and wanted to feel like I was telling you the story I meant earlier, but there was no right opportunity for me to tell a story. Because, there is still a papa sitting on the couch holding his phone and fiddling with the phone.
"Dec, how is it quiet?" Again sister Maryam threw out her question and it seemed to surprise me and stopped in my daydream.
"You guys wait here first, papa there's a little business." Said the father who suddenly moved from his seat and immediately walked out. And really, it makes me and sister Maryam feel confused by papa's serious attitude.
Maybe I think it's a good opportunity for me to tell you about my past.
"Sister, so or don't want to know the past I meant?" I asked Maryam who was sitting next to me.
"Emm.so dong. Brother wants to know what's going on with you." Maryam answered with a serious look, as if she were ready to be my loyal listener. Hohoho...!
"All right, I'll start."
flash back on*
Actually this necklace, the necklace I wanted to have while I was walking around with Yulian. Which I accidentally saw in a jewelry store.
"Well, that necklace is beautiful!" My words were unintentionally heard by Yulian.
"Do you like that necklace?" Asked Yulian who was also staring at the necklace.
"Emm.like. But, it must be expensive." I answered by looking at Yulian's face.
"Let's just go!" My welcome came back before Yulian spoke the words from his mouth.
After that, we left the store. The store that made me thrash more wanted to have that necklace. But what is power. It is also impossible for me to ask papa to buy it and it is also impossible for me to ask Yulian to buy it for me. I'm not the type of girl who matre.
Until finally the quarrel between me and Yulian happened. Either there's a misunderstanding or it's true that Yulian's been suing me. And I also do not know anymore how the fate of the necklace.
And now, that necklace is in front of me. By the time my relationship with Yulian had separated. But my heart says sure that the necklace's sender is Yulian. Because only Yulian knew about the necklace.
flash back off
Sister Maryam was silent trying to digest what I said.
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"Hopefully Aisyah liked the gift. Ma'af yes Aisyah, from yesterday I can only give a simple gift. Even though I didn't give it to you directly, I hope you like it. Ma'af Aisyah, actually I would love to meet you and meet you in person. Face to face one to one. But I'm helpless, there's something else I have to do for good." Say Yulian in his heart by sitting pensively and daydreaming of his good times with Aisyah.
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