cant help falling on love

A twenty-five year old woman wearing a pashmina hijab, blouse and midi skirt was looking bored at the view in front of her. Lips that looked deep red pursed in annoyance. "Why did you choose this place?" asked a wife to her husband who was enjoying the view of the wheat field in front of him. "Don't you like it? I think this place is very beautiful. I can't wait for night to come. Maybe I can see the sky with stars scattered around it," said the man with mysterious eyes and curly eyelashes.

"How can I like a place like this?" annoyed this woman named Bilqis. Irlan, her husband, remained silent and ignored the beautiful woman's words. "It's too quiet here, there are even more mosquitoes than people!" Bilqis grumbled as he threw his palms into the air. Because mosquitoes have bothered him. "Excuse me, here are melons," shouted the man in shabby clothes who was the servant of this small inn.

"Oh yes, please just put it on the table!" Irlan said so kindly that his dimples looked quite cute. "This is fresh fruit, I just picked it. Enjoy," said the father as he placed the plate containing the melon slices on the table and then politely left. "Oh Lord!" said Bilqis with a sad face. Both hands covered her beautiful face.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the husband as he picked up a slice of melon in his hand and then took one bite. "Did you see that father's appearance? He looks shabby. I can't imagine if he had dirty hands and immediately prepared the food," Bilqis looked at the plate on the table with disgust. "Oh my God! Can you act normally like a normal human being?" Irlan approached his wife holding melon slices. The wife frowned at Irlan's actions.

"Here eat it!" The melon in front of Bilqis' mouth has come. The owner of the red lips glared sharply at the man with the sharp nose. "Ah, never mind if you don't want to!" Irlan exclaimed, swiftly eating the melon in his hand. "I'd better just go to my room and play on my cellphone." said Bilqis and immediately walked away. Until his boots sounded.

Silently Irlan watched Bilqis leave with disappointment. Maybe you could say it's sad. Somehow his love for the girl never grew. He married because of the pressure of his parents and relatives. Not because of love. At first he surrendered and believed that one day he would love Bilqis. But even at this moment, the seeds of romance did not greet him. "Hey Irlan, come down! Lunch will start soon!" shouted a man who was his business friend from downstairs. Irlan, who was standing on the balcony, suddenly looked down. Irlan's small laugh was heard when several of his business friends shouted loudly inviting Irlan to come down. Without thinking, he went downstairs. When he arrived at that place, Irlan's nose smelled a very delicious aroma. Grilled meat really tempts his appetite. On a carpet food is served in the form of kebabs and others.

"Irlan Irlan, come here, cool businessman! a friend said cheerfully. Zain's strong arms embraced Irlan intimately. "Why were you up there looking lost in thought huh? Are you sad? What is there to worry about, Irlan? You already have everything. Abundant wealth, your restaurants are all over the city and you have a very beautiful wife!" Zain said, glancing at the other friends. Now everyone smiled looking at Irlan. "Who's daydreaming? "I'm just enjoying the atmosphere in the countryside, Zain," explained the man with a firm jawline wrapped in thin hair. He chuckled at his friends. He presents false feelings to all his friends. "Hahaha, that's good then," said Zain, patting Irlan's strong shoulder. "I also want a woman like Bilqis," said Zain again jokingly. Everyone laughed hearing Zain say that. "Come on, come on, eat!" said a man whose face was similar to the waiter who delivered melons to Irlan. Now everyone sits on a mat around the food.

A scream sounded above. The sound of course came from Irlan's room. All of Irlan's friends glared at the sound of the scream. They are worried. Meanwhile, Irlan knew that it was his wife's voice. Bilqis must have been frightened by an animal. Irlan snorted in annoyance. Because he should have put food in his mouth by now. "What are you waiting for? Go and meet your wife!" Zain exclaimed quickly. Irlan's feet immediately stood up and ran towards the top floor. On the stairs he quickly put his foot down. He quickly saw that his wife was crying uncontrollably and loudly. Bilqis quickly ran into her husband. Irlan just stared at his wife's actions. "My clothes are all dirty! Two chickens have dirty it! "They must have defecated on my clothes," said Bilqis in frustration. She cried loudly into Irlan's broad chest. Irlan's eyes glanced boredly. He exhaled for a moment then let go of the bland hug. "Calm yourself. Sit down!" Irlan said patiently as he pushed the woman with thick make-up on her face to sit on the bed. Irlan's hands touched the clothes hanging in the cupboard. He repeatedly checked whether there were dirty stains on his wife's clothes. "There's nothing dirty Bilqis, you see everything is clean. "There's no chicken droppings stuck to it," explained Irlan, showing the clothes in front of Bilqis' eyes. "But the two chickens hit my clothes. Their dirty feathers must have stuck to my clothes. I don't want to wear that shirt. Please get rid of it darling. "I'm so disgusted," said Bilqis with shrugged shoulders and a look of disgust on her face. Irlan immediately threw the clothes in the corner of the room. He muttered to himself that his wife's behavior was really annoying this time. It was clear that the clothes still smelled good and were clean. "You'd better go down and have lunch, aren't you hungry?" Irlan asked reluctantly. He looked at his wife with a gloomy face. "Come on, don't be sad! "You can ask the servant here to wash it," said Irlan approaching his wife. "I'm really upset today! Sigh!" Bilqis exclaimed with both palms gripping hard. "I'm going down for lunch," said Irlan flatly. He took a step but stopped when his wife hugged his stomach from behind. "I'm bored here, let's go home tomorrow, okay?" A spoiled woman like Bilqis really makes Irlan angry, but Irlan remains patient. He turned and looked at his wife's face. "I'm very sorry I can't grant your request," said Irlan, making Bilqis frown and put her hands on her hips. Irlan turned back and walked. Right before leaving the room, he stopped in his tracks when his wife called him darling. "Then kiss me so I can feel at home here," Bilqis exclaimed softly and firmly. Immediately, Irlan turned around and walked limply. Now the two of them are face to face and very close. Bilqis smiled sweetly in front of the husband she adored so much. Irlan immediately planted a kiss on Bilqis' lips. For about ten seconds they did this romantic scene. "I love you dear," said Bilqis when she let go of her lips. He smiled again so that Irlan was forced to smile back.

"Then I'll go down, okay?" Irlan asked gently. "Okay dear," answered Bilqis in her coquettish voice. Irlan immediately went downstairs and rejoined his friends. "What happened?" asked one of his friends who was still chewing food.

"Oh, a chicken entered my wife's room, she was scared," explained Irlan casually while still smiling, looking around at all his male friends. Meanwhile, a man had been busy pouring drinks into glasses his guests, heard clearly about the chicken coming in.

As soon as he finished his task. He immediately walked back to the kitchen where the women were cooking. "Where is Havva?" asked the man with slightly long hair, with anger that made his face red. "What happened?" asked Havva's mother worriedly. The mothers beside him were also scared. "I asked where your son Havva was, huh!" snapped the man named Mahmud. "This morning you told Havva to look after the chickens and give food to the chickens, right? "Maybe he's still there now," answered Havva's mother in a trembling voice. Mahmud immediately left the kitchen and rushed to the chicken coop. "Hey Havva!" called the man with the mustache loudly. The sweet-faced girl panicked when she saw her uncle's arrival. "Is it true that a chicken came into the guest room?" asked the man with scary eyes. "I tried to catch the chickens and it turned out they were already in the guest room. But I've caught the chicken!" Havva explained nervously. "You're so stupid that you can't catch chickens just like that. "You really shouldn't let that chicken get into the guest room!" said Mahmud angrily looking at the seventeen year old girl. "Okay, next time I'll be more careful," said Havva, looking down. Honestly, he hated his uncle. But what can I do? He could only earn money by following his uncle's orders.

"If you make another mistake, I won't hesitate to cut your salary." said his uncle with a sharp gaze. Then Mahmud left quickly. He was afraid that the guests would look for him. Havva stared silently at the chickens which had finished being fed. The cage is also clean. "Oh God, strengthen me to live this life. I will do anything to make sure my parents don't starve and stay alive." Havva said to himself. He cried without making a sound. The saddest cries have filled his story. I don't know how long he will live like this. His father and mother are employees at this inn. He is the same way. The uncle, who is his father's younger brother, is the boss at this inn. However, Mahmud's treatment was completely disrespectful. Even Mahmud often gets angry every day just because of small problems. The salaries given by Mahmud to his employees are very unreasonable.

"I can't be sad like this, I have to be strong. My salary that I have saved should not be wasted.

"I will continue to work hard so that I can leave this village with my family," said Havva with confidence deep in his heart. He immediately left the place where the chicken coop was. He stepped into the kitchen and helped wash the dishes

Hava!" called the mother when she saw Havva enter the kitchen. Havva immediately approached her mother who was busy with a hot stove. "Are you okay?" asked the mother worriedly to her sweet daughter. "I'm fine, Mom." The mother rolled her eyes over every skin on her child's face. "I'm afraid Mahmud will hit you. "The reason is that Mahmud was looking for you full of anger," explained the mother, looking intently at her son's face. "I'm fine, ma'am. "Uncle just warned me to be more careful so that the chickens don't enter the guest room," said Havva calmly. "Thank goodness then," my mother's voice sounded more comfortable. "Okay, go wash the dishes! "Mother is still busy making food," asked the mother. Havva immediately sat down and started washing the plates and glasses. *** Evening had arrived. The sound of small animals at night began to be heard, which made Bilqis annoyed. "There are the sounds of mosquitoes, crickets and frogs. Oh, I really can't sleep here," he said, ruffling his long hair. Meanwhile, Irlan, who was on the balcony, listened to Bilqis' words and ignored them The stars could be seen with the naked eye. Irlan was so fascinated by the view of the vast wheat fields accompanied by the dark sky with the light of small stars. Bilqis heard a knock on the door and opened it lazily "I'm going to wash it," said Havva softly. He was afraid that the woman in front of him would scold him because his chicken entered the woman's room in front of him. why did you just run away without even apologizing! You dirty all my clothes!" Bilqis snapped in a loud voice.

"Sorry about that. "Next time I'll be more careful," replied Havva, looking down in fear. "What is this?" asked Irlan who appeared behind Bilqis. "This woman is the owner of the chicken, Irlan," said Bilqis sarcastically. Irlan looked at Havva with pity. Havva dared to raise her face. "I'm sorry sir. "Once again I apologize," said Havva looking at Irlan's face. Instantly, Irlan's eyes were stunned to see Havva's face which was so soothing to his heart. Havva's small lips and sharp nose and black eyes made Irlan fall in love. Irlan looked at the village girl's appearance seriously. There is a simplicity within Havva. Irlan could also see Havva's very sweet face. Even though he was thin, Irlan was attracted to the girl in front of him. "This washes all my clothes!" Bilqis threw her clothes at Havva. Luckily Havva's hands were fast catch him. Havva immediately left feeling sad. "You disrespectful woman! Why did he have to treat me like that! City women really can't hold back a little of their emotions! I hate women who live in the city!" Havva grumbled in his heart angrily. He punched the clothes in his hands. His heart was really hot at that time.

What's wrong with your face?" asked the mother when she saw her beloved daughter's gloomy face. "I'm annoyed with a guest," Havva answered, throwing some clothes in the bucket. "So what?" The mother, named Jihan, frowned.

"He scolded me to no end. He even handed over clothes to be washed by throwing them to me. Hah! "I don't know at all how a city person like him could have that kind of character," said Havva as he put detergent in a tub filled with water.

The mother, who was washing tomatoes in a large container, was forced to stop. Now he stepped closer to the girl. "Be patient, dear," Jihan's soft hand stroked Havva's arm. "We are just workers here.

"You must, however, serve your guests with complete comfort," said the fifty year old woman, looking at her son's sweet face. "Yes, I know, ma'am.

"I will try to be patient with all the guests here," answered the girl with her small lips. He smiled at his mother's calm face. "Aren't you tired? It is late.

"You can wash your clothes tomorrow morning," said Jihan while looking at the tub filled with clothes. "No, Mom, I'm not tired. Besides, I'm not sleepy yet. I'll wash these clothes quickly." Havva exclaimed excitedly in front of her mother's face. He now sat on a small chair and began to put his hands into the large tub.

"Yes, it's up to you. But after you finish washing you have to rest and sleep early. Because tomorrow it's time to milk the goats." said the mother then kissed the top of her child's head while looking down.

Then Jihan left after finishing with all the fresh vegetables he had washed. Havva rubbed her clothes patiently. He knows he has to be patient with guests, otherwise he won't. Uncle Mahmud will definitely scold him again.

"Oh my God what is this?" Havva gaped while his hand was holding something small and hard. Her mouth dropped open when she found out that the clothing accessories she was washing had come loose.

"Ouch! why did this happen?" His forehead furrowed in frustration as his eyes focused on the mute beads in his hand. Both hands reached into the bottom of the tub. Who knows, maybe he might find more than one of those beads. Sure enough, he found eleven small accessories that were as big as marbles.

He patiently collected the beads and put them in a plastic bag after washing them first. He also put it in his skirt pocket. "Hopefully the woman doesn't realize that the mute beads came off her clothes," Havva pleaded in his heart. He immediately finished washing clothes again. Because it was late at night. *** Bilqis sat on the bed looking at her nails cutely. But he realized that one of his nails was wrong. "Honey, how long are we here?" Bilqis asked as if complaining. Irlan who was next to him answered lazily. "Maybe a week, or more if I want. Because I like the place," Irlan answered while playing games on his cellphone. "You see, these nails are starting to not be as beautiful as they used to be. Where is there meni cure pedi cure," Bilqis grumbled, showing her face to her husband. But her husband didn't pay attention at all. "Oh, my stomach is so hungry. I haven't eaten since this afternoon, only snacks," said the long-haired woman while holding her stomach. Irlan started to feel sorry for his wife.

Even though he doesn't have feelings of love, he tries to make his wife comfortable. "How long will you not want to eat food made in this village? They wash all the food until it's clean. This afternoon there was lots of delicious food. There was kokoretsi too, lamb offal sprinkled with traditional village spices which really tasted delicious, then there was dolma. Vegetables "which is made to make dolma is very delicious," explained Irlan with a serious face, nodding. Didn't realize that Bilqis had noticed his handsome face. "Oh darling you're so handsome!" Bilqis exclaimed, holding her cheek and feeling Irlan's chin which was filled with small hairs. Bilqis kissed Irlan's lips gently. Irlan responded to the touch. Even though he doesn't have feelings of love for his wife. Bilqis is lulled by her own romantic actions.

He immediately sat on Irlan's lap. Irlan stretched out and Bilqis sat on Irlan's thighs. Irlan hugged Bilqis gently until her head was on Bilqis' chest. "Honey, I hope this year we can be blessed with children, okay?" Bilqis said hopefully. She then kissed her husband while tasting the distinctive aroma of Irlan's hair. "Oh yes, I hope so," answered Irlan flatly. Even though he didn't really hope to have children with Bilqis. "Oh my stomach is starting to growl. How about this?" annoyed Bilqis who was now standing at the side of the bed. "Okay, I'm going to the kitchen. Who knows, there might be some leftover food in there for you," said Irlan looking at Bilqis who was holding her stomach in pain. "Leftover food?" Bilqis asked in disbelief. "Yes, it can't be helped. It is late. There must be no one in the kitchen.

"I'm sure everyone is resting," said Irlan, who was now standing near the bedroom door. "Well, just try going to the kitchen. "Hopefully there's good food there," said Bilqis resignedly while pulling her long hair up like a ponytail. Irlan came out of his room wearing short-sleeved satin pajamas.

Even though he actually didn't like the clothes he was wearing. But he respected his wife's choice. He casually walked into the kitchen and right in the middle of the door he collided with a thin girl who looked panicked. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to," said Irlan, looking down He first saw the girl's face.

"I'm sorry. Besides, I don't mind," said Irlan casually. But his eyes kept looking at the girl in front of him He raised his face a little scared. He was afraid that he would be angry again by the guests.

"Once again I'm sorry sir!" Havva exclaimed while looking at Irlan's face. Instantly, Irlan's heart melted again when he saw the sweet Havva. "My wife is hungry, is there any food here?" Irlan asked, trying to relax. His feet now entered the kitchen and looked around the dimly lit room. Because the kitchen lights are not very bright.

"I'll make food quickly, you can wait," said Havva who was behind Irlan. Irlan turned his body to look at the girl again. Now the beauty of the village girl is clearly visible. Because he was in front of the light of the lamp which was above in the middle where the two of them were standing. "How is it sir? "I can make kebabs," Havva exclaimed, making the city man wake up.

"Ah yes! please do it. "I'll wait here," said Irlan somewhat nervously. Havva immediately lit a fire until the wood burned. Havva sat below in a small chair.

He put down the thin bread and a few seconds later lifted it. His hands deftly put vegetables and meat into the kebab skin. Then he added mayonnaise, cheese and a little chili sauce. Because it was nighttime,

he didn't want his guests to get stomach aches from eating chili sauce at night. Since then, Irlan has been focused on watching the thin girl prepare the food. I don't know how long it has been since he felt in love like he did now.

Havva's white hands have finished making kebabs and date juice. He placed the dish on a tray with unique wooden carvings. Havva turned around and approached Irlan who was sitting watching her.

"Oh, are you finished?" Irlan asked with sparkling eyes looking at the food on the tray. Actually, he was trying to cover up his nervousness towards the cute girl in front of him. "Yes sir, it's finished," answered Havva by handing the tray to Irlan. "Thank you very much for making this food. It looks very delicious," exclaimed Irlan, trying to make small talk with Havva. "Thank you again. I hope your wife enjoys the food. Then excuse me," said Havva politely. He tried to smile at Irlan. Even though at this time he was very sleepy and tired. Because after washing clothes, I immediately cook food. "My name is Irlan," said Irlan casually looking at the blue-brown eyed girl. "Excuse me Mr Irlan." Havva shouted quickly as he stepped out. "Hey wait!" Irlan stepped quickly before Havva got far away. "What's wrong sir?" Havva asked innocently. His eyes really made Irlan fall in love. "Um, what's your name?" Irlan asked with an expression as if the question was not important. But actually he really wanted to know the name of the girl with the rectangular headscarf. Havva thought quickly and answered.

"Sorry sir, it's late at night. I will rest." Havva said briefly and concisely. She immediately turned around and walked quickly away from the man who was completely unimportant to her. Irlan frowned while his mouth opened slightly. He was confused by the girl's actions.

"Is my voice not loud enough? I asked him what his name was? why does it seem like that girl is avoiding me? "Ah yes, never mind, maybe she's embarrassed to face a handsome man like me," Irlan grinned very seductively. Irlan went out of the kitchen carrying a tray. "Oh! You took so long, darling?" asked the wife when she found Irlan opening the bedroom door. Irlan didn't answer and handed the tray to Bilqis. "Wow, it looks really delicious!"

"You made this?" asked Bilqis who was now munching on a kebab. "Not me, but the girl you once scolded," answered Irlan looking at his wife who was enjoying the kebab. "Are you serious? can he make food this delicious?" Bilqis couldn't believe it, her eyes widened as she enjoyed the date juice that was now sliding down her throat. "I saw for myself she cooked that food," said Irlan as her hand snatched the date juice from Bilqis' hand. "Ah, it's you. ! Don't let it run out, okay?" cried Bilqis with pursed lips. "I'm just trying it," Irlan crawled onto the bed. He lay down with his eyes staring at the ceiling of the room.

Meanwhile Havva moved to sit in the dressing chair while enjoying the food. "I Irlan never thought he would fall in love like this with that girl," Irlan said in his small heart as his thin lips smiled. A heart that used to feel empty and barren. Now Irlan felt as if light rain and a beautiful rainbow had come suddenly.

"Until when will I continue to see that girl? I hope to see it for the rest of my life. Irlan looked in the direction where his wife was. He saw a woman with long hair who was enjoying food. Irlan loves Bilqis. Just that. He is not good at seducing Bilqis, because he doesn't love Bilqis at all. Irlan knows that his presence in Bilqis' life is wrong. Yes, he was wrong, because all this time he had never felt in love with his wife.

"Oh my God my stomach is so full now!" Bilqis exclaimed, looking at her husband with a grimace. Irlan lay back down without looking at Bilqis. "Hold on. Sit for thirty minutes, then go to sleep," Irlan advised gently. He turned over in his sleep and closed his eyes in the hope that tomorrow he could see the village girl's face again. "Ah then fine!" Bilqis grabbed her cellphone and opened her Instagram.

Hey, who sent me the message?" Bilqis asked herself. His finger immediately touched the cellphone screen. Zayn Malik : Hi beautiful! How are you? Do you feel at home on holiday in this village? Bilqis : Shut up! don't worry about my life! Bilqis closed her Instagram screen. He was furious with Irlan's friend's actions. Zayn is crazy about Bilqis. Even though Bilqis is married. However, Zayn continued to send messages via Instagram. Often the message is filled with cheesy sentences. Zayn is Bilqis' ex-boyfriend. The man with the sweet face like this woman was heartbroken because Bilqis was left to marry him. Until now, Zayn is still hoping for Bilqis. Irlan doesn't know that Zayn is Bilqis' ex-boyfriend. *** "What is this?" Havva asked seeing the messy things in the living room. The flower vase fell along with the cloth as a table cover. "If he can't stand it anymore, just stop working! If he continues to work like this, everything in the inn could be lost or destroyed because of him!" Mahmud snapped with a hardened face. "You stupid!" The curse came out clearly and Mahmud left without feeling. Havva just stared at his father who was looking down limply. Meanwhile the mother is now hugging Havva. "Father tried to close the sheep pen, but one sheep ran away and disappeared after searching and was never seen," said the mother in the ear of her only child. "Isn't that your father's job?" Havva asked looking at her father and then back at her mother for an answer. "Yes, that's Maryam's job, my sister, but father wants to help her," answered Jihan, stroking his son's arm. He tried to calm down Havva's emotions, his beloved child. "Daddy, I'll take you to your room, okay?" Havva said softly. He knew that at this time his father must be very tired. The sixty year old man could only carry him into the room I'm tired, stop working. I'll try to work harder. Don't worry about me and mom. Besides, dad can do whatever he likes "Go straight to sleep as much as you want," explained Havva lovingly. "You don't know how Dad works since he was little, so if you stay at home, he will get bored and go crazy," said his father, making Havva furious carelessly, Dad!" said Havva quickly. "Then go to sleep, it's late," said Havva, trying to suppress his irritation. "Do you have a girlfriend?" asked the father suddenly. "What lover?" Havva was confused, she couldn't believe that her father would ask questions that she had never imagined. "Yes, if you marry him, then you will be calmer and don't have to worry about father anymore," explained her father, making Havva shake her head. "Oh my God! Father! Don't say it like that, Dad is bored, okay? Hear my advice, which always tells father not to work?" Havva asked looking at his father. "Yes, you could say that," answered the father with a small smile. "Hey daddy!" Havva exclaimed, patting his father's arm. Havva immediately left Juhan's room after saying good night.