True Love Never Ends
Part 42's

Nasha did not attend her classes today, but she remained on campus and waited for Azhar in the parking lot.

After a long wait, the end of his handsome man appeared as well.

"Nasha's? What are you doing here?" ask Azhar wonder.

"There's something I want to talk to you about" Nasha and Azhar replied nodding.

"Oh yeah, how are you doing now?"

"I'm good, I was just a little depressed" replied Nasha softly. Azhar frowned at Nasha's reply.

"We talk at home? Or at the Ummi store? It's not good here, see a lot of people" said Azhar. Nasha looked around her, and there were indeed some people who noticed the two of them.

"What if we talk at a cafe near here?" nasha asked, because in the midst of her pressure, she still wanted to feel dating or lunch outside with the idol.

"Okey" replied Azhar who made Nasha's smile instantly expand on her lips.

.........

Nasha and Azhar entered a cafe not far from the campus, both of them sitting on chairs by the window. Nasha said she likes to see the outside.

"So, what do you want to say, Nasha?" ask Azhar later.

"We order a drink first yes." said Nasha because he still does not know how to tell Azhar.

"Yes." answered Azhar, she called the waiter and ordered lemon tea, while Nasha ordered orange juice.

While waiting for a drink to come, Nasha noticed a very crowded highway. He saw some street kids there.

"I've been in that position." said Nasha pointing to the boy "But thank God I never beg, but I once sold newspapers" nasha's eyes glazed with glass considering her childhood away from the word 'beautiful'.

Azhar could only look at Nasha sadly "You are a strong girl, Nasha. Allah has tested you since childhood, it means that Allah loves you very much and He knows you are a strong and brave girl." said Azhar who again and again made Nasha's heart warm.

"You know, Azhar. Ever since I met you, I've forgotten who I really am or I've become who I really am, I don't know"

"What do you mean?"

"Azhar, I used to never feel what it is to be happy, many say I'm cute, moody, rarely smile. Because I do feel very depressed, but after knowing you, I became a girl what there is, ceplas ceplos, and yes... As you can see" Nasha said.

The waiter came to bring their drinks, Nasha immediately sipped the orange juice that immediately felt very refreshing in his throat.

"I like you now." said Azhar and Nasha blushed to hear him.

"I also feel weird whenever there's you, like before... I passed out not because I was hungry, but I was really depressed. And when I look at you, the pressure is gone, I feel calm, I feel like it's always going to be okay with every single one of you... "

Now Azhar blushed to hear the expression of this little girl's feeling "What is it that makes you depressed, Nasha? Is everything okay?" Nasha shaking.

"Papa didn't approve of our relationship and he asked me to accept Ramos." - Nasha and at once the water just dripped, Nasha quickly erased him.

While Azhar, he was shocked and devastated to hear what Nasha said. But Azhar did not know what to do now, she could only be silent.

Convince Nasha? Of course he wanted to do that, but...

Nasha shook her head, her gaze looked puzzled and it made Azhar's hopes of having Nasha slightly fade away.

"If you do accept Ramos and reject me." said Azhar so sadly, he looked devastated but he tried to strengthen himself "That's okay, Nasha. As long as it makes you happy." he continued and Nasha again could not stem his tears.

"I was confused, Azhar." said Nasha half-whispering, her crying became more and more, there were even some customers who turned their heads towards her.

"Shhtt, relax..." Azhar rubbed Nasha's head, Nasha smiled wryly... Already several times Azhar did just that and Nasha was very fond of her, Azhar took a few sheets of tissue and gave them to Nasha. Nasha took her, she wiped her tears and tried to control herself.

"What am I supposed to do now? Mama and Papa really wanted me to marry Ramos, but I didn't love her.." Nasha said, she looked up and looked at Azhar "I love you..."

Azhar's heart ached at Nasha's statement, perhaps she was the first person in the world to feel tightness in her chest as her lover expressed love. How not crowded? Their love seemed very weak and like they had no way of being together.

"I love you very much too, Nasha.." lirih Azhar and she subdued her gaze "All her decisions I leave to you. And I will always pray for the best for you and if your happiness is not with me, I will be sincere"

Nasha also looked down miserably, she bit her lips to hold back her sobs.

"Do they have the right to force my marriage?" nasha asked even her voice was almost inaudible.

"No.." replied Azhar "In religion, only the biological father has the right to force his child to marry. But how much better it would be if the marriage was not forced..."

"I would very much like to reject their wishes, Azhar. But as a foster child, does that mean I don't know thank you?" nasha asked and the question made Azhar look up straight away and she looked at Nasha with so much sadness.

"I don't know, Nasha." Azhar replied honestly, she couldn't answer that question. But from Nasha's question, Azhar understood... There is a good chance that Nasha will leave Azhar and choose Ramos. From that question Azhar also understood, Nasha would never be able to resist the wishes of her two adoptive parents by reason of 'as a sign of gratitude'.

Now these two people can only be silent, do not know where to step because every road in front of him seems to be wrong.

Nasha loved Azhar very much, but her love was not as great as her condolences and Nasha's love for her adoptive parents. Not as big as Nasha's return to her adoptive parents.

"Are you going to hate me if I leave you?" asked Nasha then with a choked voice.

Azhar's eyes were hot to hear the question, she was about to cry.

Azhar looked at Nasha, smiled faintly and shook her head.

"I love you too much, Nasha. Till hate never got a crack in there..."

Nasha's tears instantly flowed profusely on her cheeks hearing Azhar's reply. He even hiccups. Is there any creature in the world who can love Nasha as much as Azhar?

Nothing, not her biological mother who had thrown her away, nor her adoptive mother who kept her imprisoned.

Nasha pulled her bag, she moved and slowly walked away from Azhar's presence still with tears in her eyes and without a word.

Azhar can only look down sad, her heart sore, sick, tight.

Just like this is her love story?

There is no struggle in her love story.

Azhar immediately rubbed her glassy eyes. He really wants to cry now, is this how he lost the love he just found?

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