This is where the story began, getting to know each other, chatting, and finally exchanging hearts. Now this place is still as beautiful as before.
When this longing greets! This place is like an antidote. Look there, the top of the mosque tower is still sturdy with beautiful sounds. The sound of the call still echoes, but I miss your call to prayer.
When I miss you, the waving of rice in the fields seems to accompany my sadness when this cut of longing is cut painfully.
The dusk that begins to be covered by clouds becomes beautiful, when I look at your sweet face as if smiling there. The scarecrow becomes a witness to the beginning of our love story. The chirping of birds becomes a beautiful rhythm when we carve history.
When we are separated not by a third person, but separated by distance and time that have not been able to justify feelings. You asked me to stand firmly on the path of waiting faithfully. With a smile I said yes I was able to wait.
You returned to Bireuen (Aceh Jeumpa) your hometown, leaving me with a space of longing. You. left me with a robe that said love, beautiful isn't it?
Egypt
I let you go with a prayer to study in the land of the Prophets, now we are separated by a great distance, but you are still faithfully present in my prayers. I am still standing in the same place with the reason of a letter from you I endure because of that.
"Aisyah Humaira! In this wait, a myriad of longings are piled up on my shoulders, as if screaming to quickly return to the lover who is always faithfully waiting. My Aisyah! Be patient. Keep standing waiting for me, I will return to take the owner of my heart with a sacred promise"
The owner of your heart: ~In Alexandria~
Now Alexandria has become the city I miss, because in that city there is a person whose name I mention in my prayers.
Then you came back with the title LC behind your name, I am proud, the feeling that fought hard for 4 years will now be answered.
I smiled in my tears, I am happy for you for the owner of the robe of longing that I have worn for 4 years. Now you hold my hand tightly after you gave a mark on my ring finger, the ring that your mother wore on my finger is proof of my loyalty to you.
Turky
I let you go for the second time, going far apart by distance makes our feelings stronger. We were once separated by the walls of the Islamic boarding school, then we were separated between Aceh and Egypt, such a great distance, but we have proven that this feeling cannot be fooled.
Now the land of King Solomon that you are heading to, I will remain standing in the same place always faithfully supporting you in prayer, I am proud of you, my future imam.
Now it is not longing that kills the soul, the chirping of seagulls also hurts the heart, when a letter stops by my address. How happy I was when I read the sender's name and address. Slowly I opened the letter with a smile full of longing.
"Aisyah Humaira! The ring that binds your ring finger, consider it a gift of our friendship, don't think of it as your burden waiting for me to come home, my dreams are still long. Turkey has given me an answer about what I want, don't wait for me anymore. You may accept anyone who will propose to you, I release you from the bonds of my proposal Aisyah."
•Your friend: ~Istanbul•
The words you put together are so beautiful, the relationship we have built for almost 8 years has disappeared, if you ask me to wait, I can do it as long as there is a way at the end of time. I am able to wait when love is present at the end of the pier.
Now I realize that when love wrote it, love seemed to be sitting in the Rumeli Hisari fortress, a fortress measuring 30,000 m2 and 82 meters high built by Sultan Muhammad Alfatih. The purpose of building this fortress was to cut off Greek colonial aid to the Byzantine Empire in Constantinople. But now it has been able to break the sweet relationship that I have knitted for a long time.
Now only accompanied by dusk, I try to kill longing to bury memories with the night, so that when I wake up there is a beautiful sun greeting my morning.
When I write this, love is still covered in dust, rumbling violently rowing into the vast ocean that is infinite, I will not look back even though my gaze remains far away, so that this soul smiles sincerely. Happy happiness, my Munizar.
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NOTE:
Picture 1: My own photo.
Pictures 2 and 3: Sent by friends.
Writing: Original @midiagam.
Greetings always compact.
By @midiagam