Dear Adam : Back

Maybe, a word back doesn't have to come back.

-Rumi-

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Pov Rumi

Twilight is too beautiful to be enjoyed alone, but there is no empty heart, if the heart is only for Allah alone.

No heart is tired, in the words of waiting for the most beautiful scenario from Allah alone, the word may be just a fool. Trust is what makes the heart calm.

Twilight has a beauty, maybe many people say twilight connoisseurs, but they only talk about twilight.

The orange color of the twilight. As far as this heart. Forget about twilight, but about life. Sometimes people are too shallow to enjoy life. They even sometimes give up on life, and choose to end it.

Didn't Allah create living humans to undergo a pre-determined test? And, you will be bored, if life never has twists and turns, right?

In life sometimes you can be destined to cry about an incident, sometimes you can be destined to smile, or you will be doomed alone. Forget it, about the way of thinking of people who say that my life is never fair, God has given you, how can you not be tested, if you want to live in the world.

Yes, I've had the experience of thinking that God is unfair in giving life scenarios. In fact, I never knew what my parents looked like.

Sometimes life plays tricks on me, but God never does, I believe in that.

The most beautiful love is Allah alone and never leaves whatever my situation was at that time.

Seoul is beautiful, sometimes people go crazy for just a vacation, but I came here to find my parents who said they lived here.

Maybe I'm a foreigner, even at first I never thought I could come here, but there's something I want to prove to the world that I can achieve all of those dreams.

A million dreams, sometimes make me stronger.

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Pov Author.

Mawar's plane landed in Seoul, she was accompanied by Farhan. The journey took quite a while.

"Honey, you will be fine, sorry if the trip was tiring," said Mawar to her son.

This time, Bela could not accompany Mawar, because she had to return to New York.

Farhan is a very smart boy. He is understanding and never fussy at all. God is fair to give a handsome and understanding son.

Mawar just wants to live with Farhan. She didn't want to find a replacement for the damn man in her life.

"Roses are not always beautiful, roses can hurt through their thorns," said Mawar.

There was already someone sent to pick him up.

"Na na na," Farhan began to ramble, he seemed to invite Mawar to talk.

Some of the suitcases had already been carried by a man who picked them up.

Mawar gives a bottle of milk to Farhan. And, the baby began to fall asleep.

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Pov Rumi

I walk in a mini market, I see a woman in my past, but I'm being moody.

I tried to rub my eyes to make sure if she was a girl from my past or just coincidentally look alike.

The woman has the face of Mawar, but the difference is that she is not wearing a hijab. Ah, maybe I saw it wrong or something, but so be it.

I walked past her to see if it was her or not.

"Mas, Rumi" she greeted in a nervous tone.

I was silent then while looking at her once again, she also called me back a second time, although at first I doubted that she was a girl in my past.

I stopped my steps this time, she I stopped walking, then turned my body.

That woman, is Mawar, the owner of my past, whom Kiai Abdullah had arranged an arranged marriage with me. However, unfortunately he prefers to cancel it, for a reason.

I also saw her changing, she was wearing so minimal clothes as if she had run out of cloth. She is not a very beautiful Rose when seen physically.

And now, Rose has changed too much. The appearance looks wild, not as elegant as the old Mawar who was always awake.

Oh, maybe a year or two even in the next few years the woman has changed a lot.

"Mas," Mawar tried to wake me from a dream about her some time ago.

Getting to know him was so pleasant, the Rose, who looked so perfect and untouched, had never been seen in the eyes of many men. Roses are always awake beauty.

"Mas, why are you dumbfounded? It's me Rose."

"Yes, my goodness, Mawar, I can't wait to see you."

Rose's eyes look so beautiful, although not as beautiful as before.

We sat in front of the mini market while talking perfunctory and small talk. Then she gave me a business card and left me alone.

"Sorry, I have to go."

Then, I smiled.

"OK."

Actually I want to ask how her relationship with Pak Kiai is now. But, well, maybe she had a reason to rush off.

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Pov Khadijah.

I asked Hasan to stop the car at the mini market, because I felt the monthly guest had arrived and I forgot to bring my sanitary napkin.

Hasan also stopped his car at the nearest mini market.

I got out of the car, after Hasan pulled the car over in the parking lot in front of the mini market.

I see there is a man who is not foreign to me.

"Subhanaallah, he's the Adam I've always dreamed of. Am I just being lazy? Or is this real if he really is Adam?"

I walked over to him who was sitting while drinking a cup of coffee served in a glass.

"Master Rumi?"

He turned his head, but kept his gaze lowered.

"Khadija?"

"May I sit here?"

"Could you please."

I sat next to him.

"Oh, yeah what are you doing here?"

"Usually buying snacks and drinks for rent."

"Oh, that's right, sir."

"You yourself?"

"Eh, I forgot I was going to buy sanitary napkins. And, I have to go first, sir. Because my brother is already waiting there."

I got up from my seat and entered the mini market. Actually, I wanted to chat for a long time, but it's a pity that Hasan can be dry if he waits too long.

My line notification goes off.

Hasan : Hurry up, it's been dry waiting for you!

Khadijah : Wait a minute, still at the cashier.

Hasan: So, don't talk too much with guys.

Khadijah : Let it go, it's big.

Hasan : Yes, if you are stubborn, I'll just have to take the public bus.

Khadijah : Seriously? if your brother was kidnapped?"

Hasan: Yes, it's good to reduce the inheritance for the heirs.

Khadijah : Bumping you!

Hasan : I have an appointment with someone.

Khadijah: At least it's the same as cem-cem.

Hasan: You really know

Khadijah : I know you are too strong a bond with me. How could I not know! Remember we are twins born in the same womb, only seconds apart.

Hasan : Start dech. If you don't show up for five minutes, I'll just stay.

Khadijah : Uh, annoying you, San.

Hasan: Great bud!

Khadijah : I will report to my father.

Hasan: Haha, just report it. I'm Sich Woles.

Khadija : Uh.

Hasan : I will report you if you are dating, so I forget the time. I have authentic evidence, I've taken it, I just need to show it.

Khadijah : Cheat!

Hassan: Hahaha.

Khadijah : Sad expression

After paying at the cashier, I went straight to the car, even though I was a little annoyed with my twin's attitude.

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Pov Hasan.

Wait? the most boring word I can remember. I'll just work on Khadijah, it's really nice to see her having fun with a guy. Meanwhile, I was almost at the end stage of starvation.

I chatted via line, he initially annoyed me, so I worked on it so he wouldn't stay with an unknown guy for long.

He always reminds me of this beautiful woman. Yes, although I haven't gotten to know him yet.

Five minutes later....

Khadijah got into the car. His face looks wrinkled like a clothesline that hasn't been ironed. Yes, half-dead funny.

"Hurry up," he ordered.

Yes, the thing I miss most about Khadijah is her sullen face. Moreover, the mouth that almost resembles a tumpeng with a conical tip.

"Dijah, do you actually like Ridwan or not?

"No!" In short.

"Then who was that guy?"

"Don't worry!" he snapped.

I keep driving. Khadijah still put on a dirty face, pouting and resentful. Meanwhile, I played Judika's song - Cinta because of love.

"You don't have to sing, you sound like a torn tin!"

Damn it, my voice is said to be ragged, even though my voice is like afgan who can calm a woman's heart.

I increased the speed of the car, but Khadijah remained silent and did not react.

The thing I hate the most, when I see my twin angry at beating Mak Lampir volume three, it's really scary to use.

I stopped the car, after arriving at the mansion.

Khadijah went down without a word, she immediately looked away and went inside.

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