Losing is never fun, but sometimes it is the only best way
Their two hands were still clasping each other. Perceive the hope that is trying to grow in the chest.
The future is mysterious, isn't it?
The smile is still blooming. Both of them, although they haven't felt what the people out there call, the flowers of romance. At least some relief has been created.
Is this called fitrah?
After Furqon and their family's flight to Germany, Tandrie and Anin decided to briefly visit a city park. This is not a weekend, conditions are more quiet than usual.
"So, my husband. Ready to let go of the past?"
Tandrie smiled gently at the woman he was still holding his hand, "I think I'm ready, Anin. Thank you."
Anin shook her head, "It's my duty."
"Anin." Call Tandrie quietly.
"Yes?"
"Why would you accept me?"