Sadia could no longer endure the silence of her village. The memories of Kakatua haunted her every step—the sound of his laughter, the touch of his hand as they walked by the river. One morning, with nothing but a small bundle of clothes and the courage of a heart in love, she set out for the city to find him.
The city overwhelmed her at first. The noise, the rush of people, the towering buildings—it was a world so unlike her quiet village. But Sadia was determined. She asked anyone who would listen about Kakatua, following every lead, every whispered direction.
Finally, after weeks of searching, she found him.
It was in a small, bustling neighborhood that she saw him, standing on the balcony of a modest apartment. Her heart leapt at the sight of him, but it froze just as quickly when she saw a woman step out to join him. The woman, elegant and beautiful, rested a hand on Kakatua’s shoulder, and he smiled at her with the same warmth Sadia had once known.
Sadia’s legs felt weak, but she refused to turn away. She waited until evening and approached their door. When Kakatua opened it, his face paled in shock. “Sadia?” he whispered, as if she were a ghost from his past.
“Yes, it’s me,” she said, her voice trembling. “I came to find you.”
He ushered her inside, away from curious neighbors. The woman, his wife, looked at Sadia with confusion and curiosity, but Kakatua quickly explained. “This is Sadia... an old friend from my village.”
Sadia’s heart broke at his words—just a friend. But she stayed quiet, sitting with them and smiling politely, even as the weight of his wife’s presence pressed down on her.
Later, when they were alone, she confronted him. “Why did you leave without a word, Kakatua? Why didn’t you tell me you were married?”
He sighed, guilt written across his face. “I didn’t know how to face you, Sadia. I cared for you, but my life was already tied to someone else. My marriage was arranged long before I met you.”
Tears welled in Sadia’s eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. “I don’t care,” she said, her voice steady. “I’ve loved you since the day we met. If your heart still has a place for me, I’ll stay. I’ll be your second wife, Kakatua. I’ll take whatever you can give me.”
Kakatua was stunned. He looked at her, the girl who had once brightened his days in the village, and saw the depth of her love. “Sadia,” he began, his voice heavy with emotion, “this isn’t the life you deserve. You should find someone who can give you all of their heart.”
“I’ve already found the one I want,” she replied firmly. “I don’t need more than you can give. Just let me stay by your side.”
In the days that followed, Kakatua wrestled with his feelings. His wife, though initially hesitant, saw the honesty in Sadia’s love and eventually agreed to welcome her. In time, Sadia became part of their household, her presence a quiet but steadfast reminder of a love that refused to fade.
Though life was far from perfect, Sadia found solace in being near Kakatua, knowing she had followed her heart to the very end.
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