Beinteha

03

What is meant for you, will reach you even if it is beneath two mountains
And what isn't meant for you, won't reach you even if it is between your two lips.
—Imam Al-Ghazali

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Raphael x Juliette

"MY GOODNESS! You look gorgeous," Mikayla whispers, pulling back from the hug.

Juliette's cheeks burn and a smile comes gracefully to beautify the look. "Thank you," she answers, lowering her gaze for a moment to contain herself. "Are you any less?" she compliments back, genuineness shining in her hazel eyes.

Mikayla chuckles, waving off the concern. "I know I'm beautiful," she admits proudly, the blink of her eyes highlighting the truth.

This thing Juliette admires a lot about Mikayla. She is beautiful and she's not proud of it, rather confident of the truth. Beautiful as in, you can't find someone as beautiful as her unless you have explored the world. Maybe you will find as beautiful as her but if not? Mikayla is an exception. She makes everyone doubt if any woman can be as beautiful as her from the outside.

Juliette chews her bottom lip. This beauty.

"Jules, hey!" comes a voice from the side to catch her attention.

She looks to her left, finding Mikayla's husband walking over to her with a kind smile on his face.

She waves her hand at him, adding, "You two look perfect tonight."

"Do we?" He plays, a sharp glint in his eyes when he catches his wife making a face. Juliette immediately nods her head. "Ah, the grace of God, what else? Anyway, thanks for coming," he welcomes her very warmly and casually, making her see how still he is her friend and so like her brother, too.

Juliette shakes her head lightly, making them see it wasn't an issue for her. She wanted to attend the ceremony before flying back to America.

The thought alone made her sigh.

The rest of the party she attended was with her friend Mikayla. She learns how Mikayla still despises Barak, her husband because she never wanted to marry him in the first place.

Juliette tries to make her understand but Mikayla remains rigid, not giving a way to Juliette's soft words to console her heart, let alone make her mind understand.

On the other hand, Juliette herself is searching for a way to calm her heart because it is becoming difficult for her to believe Eliab is not for her.

How did this thought come to her mind?

Ha, it's very easy to know when the person you love just tries to stay away from you.

She was beginning to realize this time. Maybe Eliab has someone else in his heart. Really? But how should she understand this? No matter what her eyes see, her heart will believe the same she wants to believe. She ignores its foolishness when her eyes are on him and his eyes are on someone else.

Maybe someone that he loves but she is not ready to look at that person!

. . .

"Do you want to say what everyone else says?"

After a moment passes, Raphael realizes that the question was addressed to him. He blinks his eyes at his friend, shaking his head.

"Who can understand a woman?" he rather asks, his hand reaching for a glass of wine.

Asaf, his friend, chuckles. "Surely the one who has her heart," he answers, earning applause. "I understand my wife pretty well. Even when she's silent, her eyes talk."