AMONG THE 3A

CHAPTER 92. START A DREAM

Until the end of the secret meeting between mother and child, Aiswa could not resist all her grief. Her hijab was wet with melted tear lava that she could not stop.

Both refused to leave one of them. Umma still stuck in his place even though Ahmad many times invited him home. There is something strange in the mind of Umma, if not blocked by the waiter, Umma has opened the room since. The room where the youngest daughter who had been declared dead was actually still healthy and was staring fixedly at her.

"Aey, we're home." Dewiq tried to be patient even though it had been thirty minutes since Umma left the restaurant.

"Sir, it hurts, yeah,"

"I know, life must go on Aey you choose this already understand the risks in the future, right?" he reminded as his hand patted Aiswa's arm, wiping the clear grain that still occasionally dripped from his factory.

"I'm strong I can, we go home, sister," Aiswa tried to get up, leaving the chair that had been with her for almost two hours, bearing witness that she still missed her mother dearly.

An hour of travel that they took in fact did not make Aiswa re-open his voice.

Dewiq understood, inner struggle must be whack bathin girl ayu beside him. This decision may be lightly slid from his thin lips but is different from the heart that sometimes wavers due to emotional overflow.

Arriving at the mansion, Aiswa went straight to her room. The quiet nighttime atmosphere added to the quiet absence of the girl who began to familiarly fill all corners of the room in the luxurious residence of Hermana.

Geck. Geck.

"Aey, can I come in?"

There were no words, only faintly heard footsteps towards the door.

"So Brother, I'm again innate even though not much."

"It's all your documents Aey needs, boarding keys, lockers and cash allowance from Papa." His hand was to Aiswa who was sitting on the edge of her king-size bed.

"Syukron Brother." His view on passports and visas on behalf of Aeyza.

"Sleep, tomorrow we're on a morning flight."

Dewiq stroked Aiswa's head covered in a short, lilac-colored hijab. It was a stark contrast to the white owner. Beautiful, amazed.

Next morning.

After breakfast, the two began to prepare to leave the mansion. All her gear has Joanna arranged in the car.

Aiswa hugged her adoptive mother dear, there is a sense of heartlessness to leave her alone there because Papa will rarely return to the mansion, because they are not a married couple anymore.

Mama released the departure of the adopted child who began to stick to him with a heavy heart, no one can hold the pace of this time when it will arrive, all God has outlined.

"Aey, come on." Invite Dewiq to pull his fingers slowly.

Aiswa looked around within her sight range. American classic style luxury house in some views is very obvious with white paint and furniture that beautify the room according to the theme, and modern minimalist rest, including the room that some time this becomes a comfortable place for him.

Thank you for my second home, I went knitting my dreams. Hopefully when I return to set foot here, I have brought my true identity. Wish.

The black range rover car rolled out of the mansion on the edge of Jakarta towards the airport.

Joanna dropped off her two employers' luggage when she arrived at the international departure gate, thirty minutes after the trip they had just taken.

While Dewiq took Aiswa's hand to the check-in lane to get a boarding pass. The two of them were then directed to proceed to the VIP lane.

There was still no conversation between the two. Until Dewiq ventured to ask if the students were okay.

"Aey, you first got on a plane?"

"Yes, brother, I'm silent because I'm afraid."

"Geez, I think you're still heavy in Jakarta."

"Yes that too, but more to fear." Smile rises.

"Hmm, bismillah."

Before long, the call of the airport attendant's announcement echoed through the loudspeakers. The three girls set foot following the direction of the departure gate.

After finding their seats, Aiswa sat down restlessly, even though Dewiq grasped his fingers that had been hot cold since.

"Aey, read the prayer."

"Hmm, it's already daritadi and it's still sister."

"Rilex," he said again patting the hands of their fingers adrift.

Bismillah, goodbye Jakarta, I went to achieve my dream. Pray that I can adapt there and return to my homeland with a much stronger person and bring a dream that has fluttered.

*

Sixteen hours passed without Aiswa noticing. They set foot in London.

London, it's my dream so far to go visit the country of Queen Elizabeth, the owner of Buckingham Palace.

"Aey, cold. Wear this." Dewiq thrust a jacket and gloves to dispel the cold that began to puncture the bones.

"Miss, it's almost midnight here .. the air temperature will be lower, we should hurry to the transit hotel temporarily because the curfew for new students began to be enforced" said Ulfa who picked them up.

The group of girls from Jakarta whose appearance has been slightly tangled due to a long tiring journey finally left London Heathrow Airports to the Hotel to transit the rest of the body that has been tired.

"Aey, dizzy?"

The Jetlag that Aiswa felt seemed to disturb the girl so much that her sleep was restless.

Dewiq slowly approached his bed, applying rubbing medicine on the soles of his feet, back and nape of his sister.

"Miss, let me" said Joanna, who saw her young Miss cared a lot

"Me alone, he was just following me to this problem .. Look, his eyes were closed but his body would not be silent, maybe his stomach was nauseous Jo, please order warm tea for him ... then make her drink it immediately, my body hurts all too." Dewiq complained after finishing applying rubbing medicine at all points that can relax the body.

" Good .. Please you rest Miss." Joanna pressed a button diline the phone in their room then connected to room service.

*

New day, early college.

Dewiq chose a university that houses world-class designer Alexander McQueen and Stella McCartney for Aiswa to study fashion, jewelry and marketing. Central Saint Martin, will witness Aiswa making his debut.

"Your campus is very famous Aey, study well later here yes, I will visit you as often as possible," her smile meaningfully.

"I'm trembling, brother...."

"Dear fighting spirit, baby, I'm waiting for good news from my sweet sister." His words let go of his adopted sister. Hugged tightly in front of the black gate of the magnificent university.

"Bye Kak, pray that I have many friends here, yes," Aiswa's hand wave as she heads to the directorate office to confirm her presence as a new student at the University.

Huft, come on Aiswa, you can. Conquer all challenges...

Qolbi, pray for me yes. uh, sorry God, I'm sorry I'm still talking about it...

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