LOGINIn the picturesque coastal town of Altea, Spain, lives Estrella Marquez, a young woman whose heart beats to the rhythm of adventure. Working in her family's seafood restaurant, she dreams of a world beyond the familiar shores. One fateful day, amidst the vibrant melodies of a local music festival, Estrella's path crosses with Samir Benali, a charismatic French Moroccan musician. Despite their differing backgrounds, a connection sparks, leading them on a journey that transcends borders and challenges tradition. Against all odds, they discover that love, like music, knows no boundaries. With echoes of Spanish and Moroccan culture, the novel paints a vivid portrait of love's resilience and the transformative power of shared dreams. Waves of Wanderlust: The Altea Odyssey is a journey filled with the intoxicating notes of love, the clash of cultures, and the harmonious melody of two souls finding their way in a world that often demands conformity.
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"Malam ini aku pulang larut ya," pamitku pada Nia, istriku.
"Iya," jawabnya singkat.
Entah mengapa aku merasa ia akhir-akhir ini sedikit berubah. Biasanya ia akan selalu menanyakan alasan mengapa aku pulang larut atau apa yang aku kerjakan hingga aku harus lembur.
Namun, sudahlah karena aku pikir itu hal yang menguntungkan bagiku karena aku tak lagi harus pusing dengan ocehan dan omelannnya setiap hari.
"Oh iya, kamu masih punya uang belanja kan?" tanyaku lagi.
"Masih," jawabnya seraya tersenyum.
Meskipun aneh. Namun, aku merasa bahwa Mungkin dia mulai berubah dan mulai bisa membagi keuangan dengan baik.
Aku ingat bagaimana ia selalu menuntut banyak hal padaku, keuangan yang terus saja seolah tak pernah ada habisnya kebutuhan yang selalu saja ia ributkan setiap hari.
Kini aku merasa hidupku jauh lebih baik sejak ia tak banyak bicara dan tak banyak menuntut padaku.
Aku pamit padanya ketika ia tengah membereskan sisa makanan yang baru saja aku makan untuk sarapan pagi ini. Ia menyalamiku seperti biasa, mencium punggung tangan ku dan tersenyum melepas kepergianku pagi itu.
Aku dan Nia memang menikah belum terlalu lama baru tiga tahun dan belum di karuniai seorang anak.
Sesungguhnya ia adalah wanita yang manis di awal kami berdua saling menjalin hubungan hanya saja seiring berjalannya waktu ketika kami telah menikah dia mulai menunjukkan sifat buruknya.
Sering curiga, cemburu berlebihan dan terlalu posesif. Hal itu membuat aku bosan sehingga aku lebih sering berbohong padanya untuk bisa menghabiskan waktu di luar rumah hanya karena aku tidak ingin mendengar ocehannya di rumah.
Setelah sampai di kantor aku segera mengerjakan semua tugas tugas yang sudah atasan kuberikan karena aku hanyalah bekerja sebagai admin di salah satu perusahaan ternama di kota Jakarta.
Kini aku sudah tak lagi harus memberi kabar ketika aku sampai di kantor seperti sebelumnya saat istriku masih sering mengaturku untuk memberinya kabar kemanapun aku pergi dan ketika aku sampai di tempat tujuan.
Aku melirik benda pipih disampingku yang tergeletak di atas meja, tak ada notifikasi apapun seperti biasanya. Ini sudah hari ketiga setelah ia benar-benar berubah menjadi lebih pendiam.
Bahkan di jam makan siang ia tetap tak mengirimkan pesan seperti biasanya. Mengapa aku menjadi merindukan ocehan Nia?
[Mas, makan siang dulu ya ...]
[Mas, jangan lupa pulang baca bismillah dulu]
[Mas, makan di rumah ya. Aku udah masak makanan kesukaan kamu]
Aku baca lagi pesan dari Nia yang dulu sering aku abaikan entah mengapa tiba-tiba dadaku terasa sesak.
Sebenarnya Ia hanya ingin yang terbaik bagiku karena ia mencintaiku lalu mengapa aku justru mengabaikan dia selama ini?
Tanpa disadari niat tengah online saat ini dan hati ku mulai bertanya siapa yang telah Iya kirimin pesan? apakah ia tengah bertukar pesan dengan seseorang?
Awalnya aku memang begitu bahagia dan merasa bebas karena tak lagi mendengar rakitan dari Nia tapi entah mengapa kali ini aku sangat merindukan perhatiannya.
[Nanti pulang mau di beliin apa?]
Satu pesan aku kirim kepada Nia, aku berharap sikapku akan merubah sikap diamnya padaku. Aku rindu perhatian darinya. Seharusnya aku bisa lebih menyadari jika apa yang ia lakukan semata-mata untuk kebaikanku.
[Tidak perlu Mas, aku tak ingin merepotkan mu]
Ya Allah, apakah aku sudah melukai hatinya tanpa aku sadar? dulu saat ia ingin aku pulang membelikannya sesuatu, aku selalu berkata bahwa ia merepotkan aku dan kini semua kata-kata itu berbalik padaku.
Semoga aku belum terlambat untuk memperbaiki kesalahanku.
The dimly lit apartment seemed to hold its breath as Estrella and Samir sat side by side on the couch, their hands resting inches apart but feeling worlds away. The tension between them was palpable, yet neither dared to break the silence for fear of shattering the fragile peace that lingered. "Samir," Estrella finally whispered, her voice quivering with emotion, "I don't want you to go." He averted his deep brown eyes from her, staring instead at the patterns woven into the rug beneath their feet. "Estrella, I have to take this job. It's in another city, yes, but it's an opportunity I can't pass up." "Is it worth leaving everything we've built here?" she asked, her sun-kissed complexion paling as she fought back tears. "Our love, our life together – are they not enough?" "Of course they are," Samir replied, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own emotions. "But you know how important this is to me. My family, my music – I need to do this." "Your family." The wo
The soft melody of a traditional Moroccan lute drifted through the Benali family home, weaving its way into every corner like threads of silken fabric. In the heart of Casablanca, the scent of fresh mint tea and warm pastries lingered in the air as Youssef Benali and Estrella Marquez found themselves sitting on an intricately woven rug in the living room. The late afternoon sun cast dappled patterns of light through the delicate ironwork of the window grilles, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow."Youssef," Estrella said softly, her dark eyes reflecting the dancing shadows that played upon the walls, "you know how much I care for Samir. But I see you too, and I think you're an amazing person in your own right."With an unsteady sigh, Youssef ran a hand through his short, curly hair, his mischievous grin absent from his face. He lowered the lute from his lap and set it aside, frustration lining his young features. "I appreciate that, Estrella, but it's difficult. Sometimes I feel l
Samir stood on the balcony of his Parisian apartment. He leaned against the railing, cradling his guitar and strumming an introspective tune that reflected the churning thoughts within him. The music brought him back to his childhood in Morocco, where he had first learned to play, and the complicated relationship with his father, Rashid Benali.Their estrangement went back years, rooted in Rashid's strict adherence to cultural traditions and expectations. Samir had always been different – drawn to art, music, and a desire to explore the world beyond the confines of his homeland. As much as Samir loved and respected his father, he couldn't deny the suffocating weight of the life that had been planned for him. It was this unyielding pressure, like a vice around his heart, that had ultimately driven him away.Samir's decision to leave Morocco and pursue his dreams in France had been met with disappointment from Rashid. The two had barely spoken since then, their conversations terse and i
Estrella stood in her bedroom, staring at her phone. Her hands trembled as she read again and again the message she had sent to Samir a few days ago: *Estrella: Would you like to come to dinner at my family's house tonight? I want you to meet my parents.* She had hesitated for a while, her heart racing, then had hit send. Moments later, her phone had buzzed with Samir's response. *Samir: I'd love to. What time?* *Estrella: 7 pm. See you then.* Her stomach now churned with a mix of excitement and anxiety. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, trying to calm herself. Her parents, Miguel and Sofia, were busy in the kitchen downstairs, preparing for the evening. She wondered how they would react to meeting Samir. The aroma of freshly cooked paella and garlic prawns filled the air. At precisely 7 pm, the doorbell rang. Estrella, nerves on edge, rushed to open it. There stood Samir, a bouquet of flowers in hand and a warm smile on his face. "Hey, Estrella." "Samir, you made it
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in Samir's apartment. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air. Estrella, wrapped in a cozy blanket, sat on the couch, watching Samir strumming his guitar. The melody, gentle and soulful, filled the room. She felt like she could stay there forever. The atmosphere brought her peace, and made her feel like she belonged. There was no hint of shame or awkwardness in her mind. This felt right, and she wished that she could stop time for a while. But her thoughts came back to her faster than she wanted. "There's something I need to talk to you about," Estrella admitted, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation. Samir looked up and smiled, his fingers stilling on the strings. "What's on your mind, habibti?" "Last night... I mean, spending the night here. My parents... they can't find out," she confessed, nervously playing with a strand of her hair. Samir's gaze softened. "Estrella, I would never do
The night hung heavy over Altea as Estrella walked towards Samir's apartment. She had told her parents that she would be spending the evening with Luna, a half-truth she justified to herself. The weight of her internal turmoil pressed on her as she approached Samir's door. The cobblestone streets echoed with the distant sounds of laughter and music from nearby cafes, creating a romantic backdrop for what lay ahead. She couldn't shake the nervous flutter in her stomach. The internal debate had been relentless. Should she have been more honest with her parents? But the fear of their disapproval held her back. It was too early. Luna had encouraged her to trust her parents more, but the fear of disappointing them gnawed at her. As she stood in front of Samir's apartment door, the light glow of the corridor's lamps illuminated the worn wooden door. She took a deep breath, smoothing down the fabric of her skirt, and knocked. Samir opened the door, his eyes lighting up with a warm welcome.
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