"SEVENTEEN SERIES"

THW FORBIDDEN LOVE

"BLACK WOMAN"

Typing as she gets the phone beside her and answer it… soon, stand up with white folder on her arms as she made her pace through the office.

“tssk… daydreaming again with that black woman” I gaze at this man who came out in nowhere, who’s throwing a ‘unbelievable’ look at her. “Dude, I accept the fact that you are more handsome but can’t accept that you feel for her.” He added.

“I don’t care anyway, though.” I replied with no emotions.

“haysst, whatever. Anyway we’ll have a meeting at 1:00 pm, so better eat your lunch and stop staring at your black ninja woman.” He said then made his faster as he could before I could threw him the pen that I’m holding.

Tssk this man.

Shooking my head as I stare at her from a far.

I heaved a sigh.

Black dress, black veil. Everything of her was covered with black cloth except of her eyes.
A woman covering her body from man’s desire.

Head was stayed low, to prevent from making eye contact to a man, just like me.
A woman, whom who only speak if necessary. A woman who’s afraid to commit a sin.
Is it forbidden to love a Muslim woman? Other may say, yes; other may say no.

Simple, yes because we are both humans. No, because we don’t share the same religion.
But the real answer was, we cannot because a lot will judje.

“y-y/n…” finally, I got the courage to call her.

With my cold hand, she slowly tilted her hear to me, but instead of looking at my eyes, she then looked straight at my back.

“Yes?” just her voice can make this zoo inside me gets wild.

“Ehem. About the meeting, can I be you-----“

“I’m sorry, but I don’t feel like attending. Excuse me.” With that she immediately went by, making me stare at her back until she disappeared.

This is the first time that I approach and this is the first time that I got rejected.
But… being rejected from her, serve as she’s distancing herself to me to prevent the sinful doing that might come.
And… that makes here more admirable.

The night came and having no choice, y/n was here, wearing her fancy abaya (black dress) with dirty white colored veil that matches her outfit.

Choosing between your salary and presence was really hard.

Gathering my strengths, I approach her and as what I’ve expected, she avoids me by looking at the other direction.

“How’s the party?” I ask but got no answer.

Ahem, it is the second time that I got rejected.

“hey, dude!” this punk approach me and without hesistation he sat beside me and continue speaking “there’s a lot of chicks over there, why don’t you feel yourself and” his voice became low “ stop hoping that this ninja woman will dance with you. Remember, ‘DANCING IS HARAM~ (forbidden)’” he added then threw a look at her, before going to the dance floor.

I looked at her, only to found out that, she is looking at me, for the first time!
And just like how the earth turn into slow motion, our surroundings did the same.
But her yes, her eyes shows nothing but ‘blank expression’. This feeling inside me, I… can’t explain it.
Seconds of staring, she suddenly looked away and with that she stand up and walk out.

“what was that?” I whispered as I held my chest.

My heart is beating crazily.

I forged a cough and look side by side, and sigh in relief when I found that no one was watching.

“Where is she?” I mutter as soon as I checked my watch.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and still she hasn’t come back.
I made up my mind go out to search for her, and after searching I then saw her standin’ there, feeling the cold breeze that brushing.

Making no sound, I walk near at her and I bet she sense my presence coz she moved her head a little.

“What are you doing here?” she asked without looking at me.

I just shrugged my shoulder.

“Let me straight it to the point.” Surprise by her sudden words, I averted my gaze at her, so did she.

“Stop looking at me in that way, I hate it.” Directly she spoke, making me froze at my spot.

“Youu knew about our status, I’m a muslim woman, our religion are different. We’re not compatible.” She added.

“Sowhat? It is just a religion. I can solve it.” I spoke directly hiding the pain that I felt inside.

"It’s not easy, as you imagine.”

I hardly swallowed the lump on my trout and bite my lower lip. “then, I’ll keep it easy. As long as we feel the same way there will be no hindra-----”

“Same way? Mingyu, it is haram (forbidden) for a muslim woman, like me to be in relation and you that.” She spoke then starts walking away. Leaving me hanging in mid air, where ground aren’t visible.
But she stopped as she spoke “ and please, as much as you possible, stay away from me. I don’t want to commit a sin.” And that’s when the ground became visible making me fall and scattered into pieces just like how my heart does.

After long time, standin’ in frount of a mirror, wearing a white polo with slacks on when a woman wearing her black dress approach with a necktie in her hand.

Gently, she tied it to me, as I watch her, I drown back to the past.
Struggling as I am, I faced the hardship and now the sweats are paid off.
I became her husband, she became my wife.
I converted to her religion, at first it was hard but as time goes by I used to it.
And didn’t expect that I’ll be like this, happy.

“Don’t stare at me like that, I might melt. Haha” she spoke and reality hits me.

‘ahh… this is embarrassing’

Speechless as I am when a little girl, our daughter approach running.

“Abie (dad) ome (mom)!” she yell and quickly I lift her up, carrying in my arms.

“Yes, is there a problem?”

“look!” she answered pointing the door.

Slowly, I tilted my head only to found my son, filled with sausage, holding a bottle in his right hand while smiling so wide.

“ABE!!!” he call then run to us’

No… no… I just finished changing and---------

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” a loud scream was heard from daughter.

Geez…. I’ll be late in my work, AGAIN.