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This story is a true story of a friend of my best friend, who does not want to be named. He asked me to write his love journey in a story. Hopefully this also becomes a learning for all of us and can reap the wisdom of an event, despite the experience that comes from others.
Love is something soft and subtle. Loving and being loved is the desire of everyone, because by loving each other the happiness will be created. Loving but unloved, is a natural thing because love is a feeling that can not be forced. happiness will not be felt if exerted from compulsion.
But, what if two people love each other but one of them hurt? Still can it be called love? Please find the answer in the love story below. … Happy reading ….
This love story begins when I know it through the memory of rain in the corner of Palangkaraya, Central Kalimantan. After work, I was pressed to attend additional subjects on campus. But unlucky, the motor that I drove at high speed crashed down the street made me unconscious. Somehow eventually, the woman took me to the nearest hospital.
Three days I was treated there, he was the one who looked after me, because I was alone in the city. My family is in the next town, my parents are natives of Banjarmasin and settled there. Meanwhile, I went to Palangkaraya as a boarding house and worked at Pall Mall as a cashier.
Although I'm actually a child of people, but I prefer to live independently. Lectures from my own work as well as the scholarships I received from Palangkaraya University. I want to be an independent man in order to be able to stand without depending on others, especially on my own parents.
"Lize" the woman's name. His smile shook my soul. Her face is beautiful, as beautiful as her heart. One word began to be born from my heart that might be too soon. I fell in love with her, when I first saw her. That beautiful girl named, Lize Christian. Chines descendants who have oriental faces of the Dayak tribe of Palangka.
After we got to know each other and exchanged hp number I was very surprised, it turns out she is a college student who one campus with me. My condition that had not healed because of a serious injury hit my leg bones still felt sore, I had to be led into the car. Lize, drove me until the place I boarded to Krakatoa Street.
From that moment on, I always felt obligated to him.
Every day, we always go home and go to campus together. Our friendship ended with the beginning of the love story. I can not avoid this feeling, the more I get away from it, the more my heart hurts.
I had hit his love bow, though I had thought several times to stay away from him, it only made my heart more hurt. Finally, I decided to go ahead with this love. Though I know, I have mistakenly chosen the hearts of the heart. I am a Muslim, and he is a Christian.
Lize. He loves me very much, as is my love for him. This love is born out of sincerity from the heart, until no other woman can shift her position in my heart. For a long time with me, her family helped our relationship.
They also know, we are from different religions. For almost four years our love has been intertwined, ten times I persuaded him to convert to Islam. But, ten times also every time I asked him to leave his religion, he chose instead to decide the fabric of love that we coached. All that makes me very upset.
Once he once decided on love, then left me a week to Jakarta, my heart was very hurt. "Yet only a week" I, like a madman who looks normal. Not a single person can make me smile.
My friends who tried to comfort me by bringing another woman in front of me also no use. I just realized my love for Lize is not ordinary love.
I, again feeling the grains of happiness after he was in front of me, came bringing me a glass of lemon tea and my favorite rawon rice. He knows, I'm always late to eat. Lize feeds me without a word. Tears streaming down my cheeks undermine my maturity, but I do not care that. I hugged him very closely and apologized to him.
"Rifky, I love you, but I never forced you to leave your Lord" his eyes filled with tears in my face.
"I'm sorry ... I ... Ay ... (my favorite call for him) I promise not to repeat this stupid thing again. I love you, please do not ever leave me again. "
The lecture was over, and we held a Graduation. Lize asked me to immediately propose to her, nor did I refuse to live with her. I returned to Banjarmasin and promised to come back to propose to him, after getting a permanent job.
But the big problem came after my return. My love is strongly opposed by my parents. My dad and mom have turned out to have a mate for me, the daughter of my father's friend a girl from Martapura, South Kalimantan. Pious woman who is also pretty apparently was named, Ikhma. I'm not interested in the woman of the Banjar-Arab girl. How can I be happy later, if I have to marry and live with a woman I do not love at all? I was powerless to refuse my parents' coercion, to get married to Ikhma soon. I also have no power to escape the strong love of the first woman present in my life. Lize, she is the woman who incised deep love in my heart, which jostled my chest by bringing sweet memories that always make me miss. The woman who often makes me cry for fear of losing her love. How could I just slip away to leave her? While my heart has been locked in his love prison. Four years is not a short time to love someone in togetherness, then let go of it. Certainly not an easy thing to lose a loved one. **** The guilt to the bride next to me, and to the woman who was waiting for me continued to hunt down my heart. I called the wrong name in the process of consent, which was repeated many times to make Ikhma look disappointed to me. My heart is blue. The umpteenth time I got guidance, finally the legal word came out from the witnesses of the bride. Ikhma, he officially became my wife. After the Isha prayer in congregation. There was no first night after we got married, I excused Ikhma unwell. Though the first night, is the most beautiful night that always waiting for a pair of young brides. But not for me, pain and sad cursing in my chest. Ikma make me a cup of hot tea and persuade me to eat, I refuse. In fact, I did not drink a bit of tea that he prepared for me to cool. The next nights I did my duties as a husband, though as I did I only imagined Lize's face. The face is always overshadowed in my every day. I am really jovial and loving. now turned into a quiet and private person. At home I only talked as necessary, and now I am an angry man, though I never hit a woman. Just a little Ikhma made a mistake, I always scolded him, scolded him with explosive and outraged words. Even if he is not wrong, I always try to find fault. Repeatedly I tried to divorce her, there was always no power to do so. No support from anyone, other than my own opposing heart. Surely my parents and family will be angry, because they consider Ikhma the best woman for my life and my future. Although Ikhma often gets unfavorable treatment from me, she is always patient with my behavior, even though she does not get her right as a wife. Every time I contact Lize via the phone my heart feels very sick, because many lies are created after I got married. I, who actually worked in a large company in Banjarmasin with a high enough position, claimed to have not got a permanent job. So, I have not been able to meet Lize to Palangka to fulfill my delayed promise of marrying her. Ikhma, in fact she is a beautiful and beautiful woman, but my heart never moved to admit her as a wife. Before leaving for office, Ikhma always prepared all my needs. Starting from preparing a meal, to put on my shoes and jacket. Sometimes, he also completed office tasks that I had not been able to complete. Before leaving for work he always kissed my hand gently, but I never kissed his forehead. I know, he is very much expecting my softheartedness, longing for a warm touch also missed a kiss of affection from me. Like other women who get affection from each partner. During lunch, he always delivered my favorite rawon rice basket, though I never touched the dish. When I get home from work, I never smile to meet my wife who opened the door with a beautiful makeup, even had prepared warm water for the afternoon bath and my clothes instead. Bitter, my heart is never touched. All I know, what he did for me was always wrong in my eyes. I can not tell which is black and white again, I know, he is always wrong and wrong. Although he was right, in my eyes he was still wrong. Lize. I also have no other choice. He threatened to leave me, if he did not marry her immediately. *** No woman wants to be combined, but there is no man who wants to live one roof with a woman who never loved. Every time I force myself to learn to accept Ikhma in