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...Sorry gaes, new mak up again....

...The situation at RL is very mind draining....

...Stay with this story....🤗...

...Good luck with all our business.....

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Since looking back at the identity of Najwa's birth certificate. And match it with the data from Hideo and Ameera. Andra, being a person who is increasingly stingy and irritable to talk. Not just in their working environment, but at home.

Unknowingly, he had kept his distance from the little girl. Not because of what, the young man was only worried in his mind.

On the one hand he is relieved and happy, his Najwa will rediscover his true home and family. However, on one hand he felt this was too stifling his chest. He becomes difficult to breathe when he is on a frequency with the beautiful girl.

Without realizing it, there is a heart that is sore to see the change in his attitude. There was a heart that was struggling to hold back its longing. For two weeks, he felt ignored.

In the work environment, Andra is getting serious and working a lot. Nothing of interest to her included the attention of her beautiful assistant.

High stature slim women, with fashionable work clothes. Showing the side of intelligence and not covering the beauty side.

Her straightforward language revealed that she was an intelligent woman.

Indeed, all this time, he was the one who prepared all the needs of Andra. However, only focused on work.

His attitude has exceeded the limits of professionalism. Makes her a little sultry and uncomfortable again.

For Andra, there must be no matters of the heart in her lab. Or it'll all be a mess.

That's mottonya.

"Megumi, stop bringing me lunch,"

"Because, I won't eat it while your intentions deviate from your duties." Andra placed the pink lunchbox, on the table and pushed it towards the beautiful, teary-eyed lady.

Then, he passed out of his room. Because Andra never drives people away, it's better that he comes out.

Brak!

The lunch box floated free and went into the trash.

After, the short-haired beauty named Megumi threw it.

"El Barack san.." (Mr El Barack).

"Anata wa watashi ni awanakereba narimasen!" (You, you should see me!)

The woman raised the corner of her lips, along with some devious plan in her head.

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Beautiful girl with a cool veil made of chiffon, wrapped her head up to her chest. His dangling gamis almost swept across the ground, fluttering at its tip as the wind gushed gently towards it.

The warm sunshine at the end of this winter, did not melt enough frozen in the corner of his heart.

However, it actually even shed water that clumps at the end of her beautiful eyes.

His lentic fingers moved sweeping the water flowing on one of his reddish cheeks.

The steps have stopped, right at the bus stop. He was waiting for a school bus with some Muslim children there. Throwing her friendly smile, when someone greets her. Until, no one was able to think, if he had just cried over something that was increasingly he did not understand.

His heart, his feelings, his desires, everything that made him uneasy. Why he must feel something so complicated, which he himself does not understand and has never experienced.

A feeling like he was about to lose someone, made his chest tight again. Wanting it he ran away from this stop and approached his uncle who had fourteen days ignoring him.

Does he have to be selfish like that?

No, Najwa is not a typical child who likes to underestimate his obligations and duties. He was one of the disciplined and exemplary students.

That tall girl, who looked older than her age. Because of his body posture that is like a teenager. Even though his age is still said to be children.

Not to mention the mindset and style of the language, adding an adult and wise impression for children the age of Najwa.

He let out a long sigh before stepping into the rectangular object that had that lined up chair.

"Subhaanalladzii sakhhorolana hadzaa wamaa kunnaa lahu muqriniina wa innaa ilaa rabbina lamunqolibuuna."

(I seek refuge in You from the difficulties of travel, the pitiful return, and the ugly sight of property and family)

He started the day without passion again, but he had to get used to it. Because he had to start trying to be cheerful without the presence of uncle by his side.

He can't have it alone, can he?

His uncle has a big responsibility out there. And, the growing age of the uncle does not allow him anymore to spend time playing around with him.

Najwa struggled with all the feelings he did not understand at all.

One of his hands infiltrated his veil, touching the green pendulum of the white gold necklace.

Things that make him more, confused. Because, since giving this uncle Andra was cold to him.

(Is this necklace really going to bring me together with my parents? Whatdoes thatmean? Why didn't Uncle explain it? Why don't you want to talk to Najwa a lot?)

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Ameera, success never restful sleep again.

He always thought of Najwa who was most likely his daughter and Hideo. His desire to meet the beautiful green-eyed girl, hindered the busyness of Najwa who will test. As well, Matsumata's grandfather's condition is declining.

Hideo, the same. After some small proof. However, it further strengthened his belief. The validity of Najwa will be his flesh and blood. Between relief and gratitude, yet also confusion. How to tell this truth to Najwa.

What he should do, to get information from Kartika. No, maybe he suddenly came and admitted that he and Ameera were the ones who knew the girl's birth. Many possibilities occurred, such as the rejection of Kartika and also Najwa himself. And, it became one of his considerations so that he was not rash in acting.

"Hubby!" Suddenly Ameera approached her who was daydreaming on the balcony.

Hideo turned around, displaying his smile and reaching for a tall body that was slightly filled at his waist.

"What's the matter, baby?" he asked, after attaching his sensual lips to the round lips containing his wife.

"Ish, nyosor doesn't know anything," said Ameera, who created the ruckus of this metrosexual man before her.

"I have an idea. To bring Najwa closer to us" he said.

Confused lines were imprinted on the man's smooth forehead. Despite his age, there was not a single line of wrinkles on his face.

His face is getting more handsome with charisma.

And, her passion always makes Ameera forget her sadness.

"What idea is that, baby?"

"We take Najwa here, introduce him to your grandfather,"

"How's it?" ameera asked sparklingly, hoping that her idea would be accepted.

"Surely Kaito's uncle and the others agreed, then would Kartika allow it?"

"Especially, that genius young man who is called uncle by him," said Hideo lethargicly.

Ameera's hopes were shattered for a moment, her delusion was overblown. Then what was the reason for him to go back to meet Najwa.

"Ha! I know, by!"

"You, surprise baby,"

"Is that really a shock?"

"You're squealing, baby,"

"It turns out you're old, by,"

"What did you say?"

"Eh, no. I'm sorry to say it, really, by,"

"Yeah....!"

Now Ameera could not speak anymore because Hideo had silenced her with something.

Which if told will certainly make the readers envious.

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