My short story

LOVE STORY

I sat beside the window, looking at the moon that illuminated the night. I listened to the beautiful melodies of my favorite song, Taylor Swift, Love Story.

Yeah, I admitted I was in love. I was falling in love with him. When he said my name, my face bowed down shamefully. "Hi Anna, you look pretty with that scarf".

Azzam, he was a campus activist who made me fell in love. Though I was an ordinary woman, not smart, but not too stupid, neither rich nor poor, did not take an active role on campus, just a student who left the house to go to the college, and then back again to the house.

Azzam, a well-built man, with approximately 170 cm tall, was a perfect guy in my eyes. How he treated women with kindness, how he respected people who was older, how his love of to his  homeland. Oooooh, he was really charming.

Azzam, once again I called his name in this small heart. Our first meeting, when there was the event of Freshmen Orientation, he was my senior. When one of the discipline committee came up to me because I was wearing the wrong attribute, I was wearing short-sleeved shirt, long sleeves should be. Azzam came to help me solve the problem. He thought I did not need to receive heavy punishment, because that time was the month of Ramadhan. Azzam was a respected senior, I could free from the heavy punishment. Yeah, surrounded the campus which was very wide, 5 hectares. Oh noooooo ... ..

When the lecture began, I met again with him, he entered the junior classes to spread the invitation of English Department Gathering, I began to feel the swish of love when I saw his face. I started to find out everything about him. “I have his facebook, he approved me, Hurraaaaaay!",  I saw the basic info, yeah he lived in Cinere, his hobby was playing basketball, he liked Secondhand Serenade, He also liked Spy Kids. “Whaaaaat, Spy Kids?”

“But wait wait wait”, I read meticulously. On his wall posts, was containing the string of beautiful verses of the Qur'an. That was his current status, “look for an obedient wife”. I concluded he was a devout man of his religion.

Until one day, I wore scarf, I intended for God, but there was a little intention and it was also made me closer to him. I was always glad to remember it when he said, "Hi Anna, you look pretty with that scarf”. Ohhhh, I got the spirit of worship.

 I knew it has been two months, he did not go to the campus because he was busy with the thesis. Suddenly yesterday, I wanted to see his facebook. I have never seen it again for one week, because there was a scientific work from my campus. “What? Married with?  With Qannita?”. As I knew,  Qannita was Azzam’s classmate. Yeah, actually the news was not a gossip merely, he was married to the best woman, The best woman who always dreamed by the best man. Pious woman.

I never regreted to know him, I regreted that I intended not for God, but because of Azzam.

Today I hope to God, whom the man for me. Now I can only look at the moon that illuminates the night, hoping the right person will come to me. Love Story ... ..

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