True Love Never Ends
Chapter 1 - The Right to be Loved
Maura looked at Habib's photo, the only one he had, and Maura took it secretly.
Although they have long been in love, but the two never perpetuate their moment together. Especially with both photos.
Maura's tears fell again, recalling Habib's promise to his father.
"I'm going to marry her, Om, make her the queen of my life, my heart, and my home."
Maura's tears grew louder, he threw the phone and then healed his face between his knees. "It hurts, God." Maura unceasingly complained the pain to her Lord, hoping He would heal her. However, the more the day gets worse.
Maura knows Habib very well, the man always says that his mother is everything. Want to understand why Habib could not refuse the mother's request, but somehow Maura still felt angry, disappointed and sick.
"What's my fault?"
"I'm just in love with him who deserves to be loved."
"But do I not deserve to be loved by him?"
From outside the room, the elderly Father peeked at Maura from the slightly open door. He could not bear to see his only daughter crying non-stop, but he also did not know what to do to comfort her.
"Oh Allah, help my daughter" he muttered expectantly.
He was also disappointed in the man he had considered his own son, who had promised so confidently to him, but now denied so easily.
"Ago shall I, if I plead with You, give Habib to my daughter? He also deserves his love."
While on the other hand, Habib and Zara are opening gifts from their family and friends. Zara looked so happy, her face radiant. Unlike the case with Habib who is still moody.
Right now, his body was indeed with Zara. But his heart and mind were filled with Maura.
Both Habib and Zara had taken a bath, had changed clothes and now both were in their bridal rooms.
"What gift from Mama, huh?" muttered Zara who now opened the gift box from the mother with enthusiasm. However, he immediately closed the box when he saw what it contained. The sexy clothes that Zara often sees in advertisements.
"Astagfirullah, why did Mama give you such a dress, terrible," Zara grumbled. "Sister Habib, Kaka won't open the prize?" zara asked without looking at her husband. "The gifts are many, Brother." Continue with a big smile.
However, the one spoken to was still daydreaming. In fact, as if not hearing the voice of the wife.
Zara who did not get any response immediately looked at her husband, he poked Habib's arm. "Why Brother?" ask Zara. "So, I look worried" she said.
Habib looked at Zara, staring at the innocent face of his cousin's sister who was now his wife. "You happy, Zara?" The question was thrown from Habib's lips.
"You're happy to be my wife? You definitely don't love me as a man, do you?"
"I admire the figure of Kak Habib so far, never feel in love let alone think will be sister's wife. But after we were betrothed and Big Brother accepted, I decided to love Big Brother with all my heart."
Habib took a look at Zara's face, looked her in the eye intensely, looking for lies there. However, all Habib found was honesty and sincerity.
"Oh my God, what have I done?" batin Habib cried out in regret. "It's my wedding night to Zara, my wife. But I'm busy thinking about other people?"
"Zara?" Habib touched Zara's hand, making the girl who had never touched the man who was not her mahram instantly dumbfounded. In fact, he held his breath as Habib clenched his hand. "You don't love you yet, Dek" Habib said honestly.
Deck, the affectionate call that he had always pinned since childhood. Zara is the sister she loves very much.
"It's okay" said Zara so resignedly. "Son't got a chance in a lifetime to learn to love me."
"Life?" tanya Habib raised the tip of his eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm willing to wait a lifetime to be loved by Big Brother, as a wife, not a sister." Zara pressed her last word, making Habib's heart gasp. He was filled with the sincerity of Zara.
"Sister will also learn to love you, as a wife, despite having to spend the rest of your life."
Habib ventured to touch Zara's cheek, making the owner immediately blushed and bowed in shame. However, Habib cupped both of Zara's cheeks, forcing her to look up until now the gaze of the two met.
"We will be equally perfected, and equally committed to learning to love." Habib said confidently, and determinedly.
Yeah, he had to forget about Maura and shift his love to the rightful.
Zara nodded slowly.
Habib brought his face closer to Zara's face, so that the wife immediately closed her eyes spontaneously. He kissed his wife's forehead gently while closing his eyes.
"O Allah, Zara is my wife, so make her queen in my heart and life. Please, remove my love for Maura. All that love is for Zara. My wife deserves all my love and attention."
Habib stopped his kiss, he kept his face away from Zara's face but his wife still closed her eyes.
"Open your eyes, Zara," Habib pinta so gently. Zara opened her eyes slowly, smiling shyly as she met Habib.
"Would you be my wife tonight, Zara?" The question made Zara's cheeks instantly feel hot and flushed, she knew what her husband's question meant.
"Why ask, brother? Isn't that our duty?"