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Cry farewell....

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......Sorry mom could be up.........

...Again busy managing his one novel, make event🙏😚....

...God willing, for the time...🤗....

...Happy reading from mak allaa...😘....

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"Why not go down?"

"Udah was waiting too" Andra said while sitting on the bed that was also occupied by Najwa. Now, the Asian-faced man was in his little girl's room.

"Cieee.., who already has mom end dad..," seduced Andra, unravel the atmosphere so not sad.

Because, at the sight of a pair of beautiful eyes belonging to Najwa is already cloudy.

"Ish, Uncle isn't sad about staying with Najwa?" asked the beautiful girl in a sulking style. Najwa now changed her seat to face her handsome uncle.

Andra turned her head, looking at that sad face that was grim. His heart was as if pinched at that gray look.

"Uncle is happy, the big baby has gathered with the real family" said Andra softly, with a smile on her face.

Her jet iris keeps staring deep piercing through the green iris of the beautiful girl tosca with pasmina mocca.

"I'm also very happy Uncle. But.., Najwa is also very sad. We will not meet for a long time, Najwa..," The beautiful-eyed girl, unable to continue her words.

Because, the rest of his words seemed to be stuck in the throat. The tightness collects in his chest, creating a sob that was previously held.

"Hey, why...?"

"Najwa," Andra stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on her face that she would have longed for so much.

(Ah, allow just this once yes, O Allah.).

Andra, do as her heart tells her to do, even though she knows it's wrong. He just wanted to be selfish for once.

His big baby will go far away from him, may he hold it for the last time?

"Uncle..," said Najwa without rejecting what this adult man did to her. Instead, he stretched out his hands to embrace the man who had been nurturing and accompanying him.

(Excuse me, Najwa, O God. Just for this time, this warmth, let me feel it for a moment, )

For a second, the two of them were united in a loving and affectionate embrace. Inner union that formed a long time ago, making the creation of an invisible bond.

A relationship that they both do not know how to interpret. It's just, they feel sore and tight when they will be separated from each other.

Subjected to deep feelings, making both of them trapped in pent-up despair.

The baby face-faced adult man, peeping in the tip of the head of his jelly girl.

Before they break into loving hugs. No tempest, and without taste in the sense of other connotations. Andra just wants to channel her deep affection.

Giving calm and relief to a chatty little baby who always interferes with his sleep with the whistling of his cries.

Now, he is a teenager and has been free from his care.

There will be no more hunters, who have been chasing him. Some of them have been ground. Including Indar Winata, who will stay in prison for a long time.

All deeds will be rewarded, in the world and in the Hereafter. God is fair, right?

No one is loyal when plotting with criminals. All were scissors and daggers hidden behind folds.

Which one day, his knife eyes will turn against you.

"Udah yes, remove her tears. Meet your parents downstairs," Andra said, after they returned to their original positions.

For some reason, Najwa's cheeks were more blushing than usual. Andra, too, desperately held her heartbeat.

(Is this feeling real?) inner Andra, I don't know who she asked.

He looked a little, and the eyes were staring at him.

"So your eyes are pretty. Uncle is handsome," Andra said, raising his eyebrows and posing.

"Ck, ruin the mood, bitch!" najwa exclaimed then she stood up and grabbed her padlock bag.

"It's annoying but it's gonna bother you, right?" seduce Andra and follow Najwa's footsteps until they descend the stairs.

"Of course, maybe if Najwa finds another uncle who is more handsome and sweet." said Najwa hanging.

"Hey, what do you mean about the other uncle? Where there is someone more handsome than this handsome Uncle of yours, "call Andra, for Najwa ran away from him while slitting his tongue.

(What the fuck he was, just crying in my arms. Now tell me you want to find a new uncle, just watch out for you!) andra's wrath grumbled in her little heart.

While Najwa was laughing amusedly while struggling on Kartika. The middle-aged woman was glaring angrily at her eldest son who was scratching his nape bumbling.

(How long is it? What the hell were you guys doing?You little soleh!) That's about the meaning of Kartika's sharp gaze.

They all went to the airport.

Before his take off, Najwa.squad vidio calls with Maulana.

"It's fine there. The more diligent the muroja'ah."

"Add a lot of its rote, and spirit!"

"Don't look for a new uncle. Haha...,"

Najwa chuckled when he saw Maulana lying across the street. How could uncle know? thought.

*****

Seven years passed.

A girl dressed in peach-colored shari with matching khimar. Entering a courtyard on the campus of the Islamic University.

His firm steps, and his quick swing of his legs made some of the girls behind him exhausted to catch up.

"Uh, very close to Najwa on the road. I want to take a salary," protested one of the girls who missed the chase.

"Went to doi?"

"To the canteen what is the perpus?" ask one of the three girls in the hood.

"Udah must have been to her perpus,"

"But the breakfast boy said he,"

"It's kuy, samperin!"

"You need to, we'll drag it to the cafeteria,"

And the three cute girls who hooded decided to connect their steps that had stopped.

****

A grown man was tidying up his suit. Repeatedly exhaling her breath unravels her nervousness and fretfulness.

A middle-aged woman, walking weakly towards him. The pain in his head lately made him walk slowly and slowly.

His face is getting thinner, a sign that his night sleep is no longer good. It seems he harbors a very longing, to damage his appetite and also his passion.

"Umma in front of me, diem-diem."

"After the event is over, we go to the hospital, yes." asked the man who was so handsome and charismatic at his age who was no longer young.

"Umma doesn't want to go to the hospital. Umma just wanted to see Najwa," Kartika said to the son.

"Yes, dear Umma. We'll both meet her,"

"All you guys, take Umma's ghost out to our country" explained the stout, strong man in his wedding dress.

"All right, now get your wedding done, now,"

"Here down, don't get mulu!" protest the woman who still looks beautiful and graceful in her old age.

"Yes, Umma is beautiful,"

" Take dong..," said the man who soon changed his status from single to priest, spoiled pretentious.

"Come on," Kekeh Kartika then went out of the room with the son, to a room that has been decorated so beautifully for the sake of a sacred event, which will only be done for a lifetime.

A bride who has been wrapped in a Muslim wedding dress. Wide gems are ivory white, dangling to sweep the ground.

His face was swept in a simple make up, yet so stunning implies a beauty that makes it so beautiful when viewed.

The brother of the bride is smiling, his heart is grateful.

Her siblings have found her ribs.

Ijab qobul also runs smoothly with the permission of the power.

*****

"Akh...!"

"Astagfirefull!" squealing a beautiful girl with her clothes covered. Her tiny mouth continued to blow her hand that was sliced by the kitchen knife. Then, he took a rag and cleaned his wound.

"Uncle..," he wrote.

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