CEO Held And Princess Nobles

The Arrival of Arfan is back

Smell-smelling love adds flavor

Dazzling eyesight

Opening the dark-walled heart

Knitting rope that had drowned

Is your love the same as mine?

Is your miss the same as mine?

Should I wait?

Until when will this taste be shackled?

...{Fayra Maheswara}'s...

...*****...

Birds chirping on the side of the road, accompanying Arfan steps. He faithfully rides the motorcycle he currently wears. An expansive view that is heart-felt. Make Arfan stronger and more confident.

Once he got to this point, he would never again think of running. So, by strengthening the steps and conscience. He will come again to the house of his young lady, who is hearty, 'Angar'.

"Hopefully ..he will no longer be angry! I will seriously escort you to halal, Miss Fayra!" arfan said in the turmoil of romance, which is blowing in the chest.

Heart rate seems to continue rhythmically and unceasingly he chanted dzikir also. Because, he does not want to follow the naf.su that destroys the soul. The new holy soul felt a sense of falling in heart.

...*****...

Family residence Adiwangsa Maheswara ...

A warm greeting immediately welcomed the arrival of Arfan in the magnificent house. Do not forget also he carved a smile seikhlas and as wide as possible.

"Assynolt, Le! Finally ... Mbok can also see you again after a long time," said the mbok to Arfan.

"Waalaikumsalam, Ma'am! Yes, Mbok. Thank God, I can still come here again, Mbok."

Mbok Minah opened the door for Arfan who was still standing in front of the fence.

"Yuk, come in, Le!" take Mbok Minah to Arfan.

"Yes, Mbok. Thanks!" sahut later.

They also went inside, mbok Minah put a hose of water that she used to water the flowers earlier.

...*****...

In the room Fayra ...

Fayra was doing her daily routine, after a few days of feeling dizzy and tired from love. Today, he decided to focus his attention, on work that had been delayed.

"I'm all done with the design and it's gone too. Now we just have to wait for the customer's decision. They want what they are designed for. What is this one? Or maybe ... This one?" fayra said with his own monologue in front of his mirror.

"Udahlah, rather than dizzy to think about this. I'd better leave now" he added, who immediately grabbed his sling bag.

He walked towards the door of his room and opened the door violently. He hurried down the stairs and almost fell down because of his careless nature.

Again, again and again Arfan swiftly saved Fayra.

"Aaahhh ..," cried Fayra spontaneously.

"Miss, be careful when going down the stairs. Later, Miss can be fucked!" arfan shouted with great worry.

The hand that was still perfectly circular held Arfan's gallant shoulder. Making Fayra's eyes twitch and stop, he stared at Arfan's handsome face, which he had missed so much over the past few weeks.

"You ... Why are you here?" sentak Fayra when he regained consciousness from his daydream.

"Return to continue what was delayed, Miss Fayra." Arfan makes it harder for Fayra to learn to forget.

"Never come here again! Go ...!! I won't try to dissuade you from doing anything you do, Arfan!" firmly by returning back down the stairs that had been delayed.

"Eh, Arfan ...!" adiwangsa's voice echoed, as she saw Arfan and Fayra engaged in a quarrel.

As for Fayra, he prefers to ignore the two men who are different ages. Prefer to focus on their initial intentions.

"Rather than being sick repeatedly, I better go." murmured Fayra in the slightest voice. To the point that all he could hear was himself.

"How are you, Fan? It's been a long time since we've seen each other, hasn't it? I am so moved and happy that you came back," said Adiwangsa with a look that looked happy.

"Thank God, I'm good, sir! I'm also happy to be back here, sir. What about Mom, Dad and ...," Arfan did not dare to continue his words. Presumably, there is shame and jumble in the qalbu.

"Thank God, we're all fine. Uh, how are we even standing on the stairs like this? Come on, sit down, Fan! There are a lot of things I want to talk to you about" said Adiwangsa, as she led Arfan down the stairs.

They finally sat together in a luxurious living room. When going to start a conversation, Arfan actually remembered the master of the young lady who was spoiled. However, it remained dazzling in his eyes.

For, the haughty and arrogant attitude of Fayra has been able to ravage, all the deepest parts of the trough of his heart. Now, there was only one maiden name that was engraved beautifully in her heart. Of course there is only, 'Fayra Maheswara', which lives beautifully in the recesses of the soul.

His eyes were still faithful staring at Fayra's departure. Thus, Adiwangsa more confident and believe. That Arfan was the most perfect first-in-law candidate in his eyes.

"Arfan .. should I let you go to catch up with Fayra, hmmm? Or ... do you still want to continue to tell me?" Adiwangsa gives Arfan a choice.

"Oh, sorry! Forgive me, for my disrespect, sir!" arfan said apologizing, because he knew very well about the mistakes he had made.

Adiwangsa smiled and said, "It's okay! I allow you to catch up with that spoiled child of mine! But, Arfan .. You should know one thing. As long as you are not here, he has started to grow up" said Adiwangsa who was also taken by his wife.

"Yes, Arfan. What Papa Fayra said is true." Hazna positioned herself to sit next to her beloved husband, while giving green tea and snacks for health.

"Let's drink first, tea and snacks, Arfan!" hag Hazna very friendly.

"Sorry, Mom. I want to follow non Fayra. Excuse me, Sir, Mom! Assalamualaikum," he said in a slight hurry.

"Waalaikumsalam," Adiwangsa and Hazna answered simultaneously.

"Young people when they're in love, don't you think so, huh, sweetie?" adiwangsa said by looking closely at the face of the ruler of his heart, soul and mind all this time.

One sweet and seductive arch, beautifully printed on the side of Hazna's lips.

"Yes, Mas. I became ... more sure. That, Arfan is our son-in-law whom God brought from nirvana." praise Hazna who Arfan deserved.

Adiwangsa gently kissed Hazna's forehead with love and love of course. They seem to dissolve into the romance of adolescence. Back again to youth with full of friendly turmoil and never disappear.

...*****...

The company Fayra Maheswara ...

Fayra had already arrived at his company. He got off his fancy car. The legs of his level were brought down and walked down the corridors of his company.

"Good morning, Mom!" greet the employees with kindness.

"Morning," said Fayra who was no less friendly as well.

Almost around every corner, his employees greeted the beautiful girl. As if unsaturated, Fayra was always smiling as well. Although, his heart compromised not to show sadness, as well as a sense of tightness that rippled throughout his chest cavity.

"Huft ...." Fayra threw out her heavy breath she felt.

The elevator door opened and Fayra wanted to get inside. And ... gallantly Arfan quickly stopped Fayra from going in there.

"Hahhh .. hahhh .. wait, Miss! Hahhh .. wait I want to talk to you, Miss." said Arfan gasping.

"Arfan .. you?" Fayra is increasingly made head bracelets because Arfan's behavior is not as usual.

"What's wrong with her? Why is he chasing me now? What is this, God? Did I misjudge again or was this what he wanted? I really don't understand! What is he trying to do to my heart this time?" Fayra wondered with the netra still staring at Arfan's handsome face.

"Miss, give me a chance to explain everything to you, Miss!" arfan said with honesty, which emanated clearly from his eyeballs at this time.

...*****...

Will, Arfan directly propose to Fayra?

Or is he just explaining about his relationship that has run aground in the middle of the road?

Allow the time that bears witness to that holy love to unite!

One thing is certain in this world!

Your ribs will never be changed, let alone replaced!

If God wants a meeting. You will find your way to meet. With him the owner of your heart and soul who always felt lonely and lonely all this time.

...*****...