By Zhema
The first time Arol laid his eyes on Zhema, he knew there was something special about her. She wasn’t like the other women around him—bold, forward, and competing for his attention. She was different. Modest, intelligent, and graceful in her words, she carried herself with a quiet strength that fascinated him. He met her during his studies at Al-Azhar University in Cairo, where he majored in Islamic Law Jurisprudence. Thousands of miles away, in Indonesia, Zhema pursued her own dreams, studying English Literature at Untag'45 Surabaya University.
Despite the distance, their love flourished. Letters, phone calls, and stolen moments of conversation kept them connected. Arol was surrounded by beauty—women who admired him for his intelligence and charm—but his heart belonged to Zhema. Her smile, like a masterpiece of art, warmed his soul. He saw in her not just a woman, but a future—a partner, a confidant, and the only one he wanted by his side.
Years passed, and when Arol finally returned to Indonesia, he kept his promise. He had no wealth, no grand name, just a heart full of love and a dream they would build together. Zhema, unwavering in her devotion, believed in him. They married with faith in each other, knowing that life would not always be easy.
Through ups and downs, they remained loyal. Their love was tested by struggles, but their commitment never wavered. They were blessed with three sons, all growing into strong, handsome young men. Arol worked hard to provide for his family, and Zhema stood by him, supporting him through every storm.
But love, no matter how strong, was not without its challenges.
Today was one of those days. A simple misunderstanding had escalated into something painful. Harsh words were spoken, and emotions ran high. Like he always did when upset, Arol chose to leave for work in another town rather than face the argument. It had become a pattern—one that Zhema could no longer endure.
Tears streamed down her face as she called out to him.
“Don’t leave me like this, Arol. Please. We need to talk, not run away.”
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling but firm. “And stop saying things like, ‘Find another man better than me.’ I don’t want another man, Arol. I want you. Only you. But you have to listen, and we have to talk.”
Her words struck something deep inside him. He turned around, looking into her tear-filled eyes, and suddenly, all his anger faded. What was he doing? This woman had stood by him when he had nothing, believed in him when no one else did. She deserved more than his silence and distance.
He stepped forward, pulling her into his arms. She resisted for a second but then melted into his embrace. He held her tightly, feeling the weight of his pride crumble.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You’re right. I shouldn’t leave when things get hard. I don’t want to lose you, Zhema.”
She sniffled, burying her face in his chest. “Then promise me… no more running away.”
He nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “No more running. Just us, facing everything together.”
And just like that, they found their way back to each other—two souls bound by love, faith, and the promise of forever.
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