CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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"This negri was colonized by centuries pak because the land is fertile for spices.We want to wake this place not to colonize like them..."

"Well, sometimes people prefer momentary pleasure over eternal grace to their posterity..."

Mr. Sodikin's eyes glared, imagining how cruel the Mafia was. They had already claimed several lives from the residents when the raids were carried out in a compact manner. No one dared to go against them for being too strong. Getting support from the ruler of the area made a group of bandits that no one could beat. Including his wife and daughter, the only one, Mr. Sodikin, who became a victim of their violence.

Imagining it all made the old man's wounds re-enlightened. Maybe if her little daughter was still alive it would be Asha's age.

"For us, a quiet life is more than enough to live excessively, but rebellion and persecution are still often haunting. Let them do as they please what they want. Just so, don't disturb our calm again..."

"But sir.this is not fair. We who always strive to nourish the earth, but those who enjoy the results..."

"Let it be.m sure, Alloh knows everything..."

A little chat Asha with Mr. Sodikin made him more concerned about the real situation in the land of Telihan, this can not be allowed. Complaining to Letnal colonel Iqbal Dirgantara will be his main agenda when returning home later.

Until they did not feel they had reached the eastern runway. Leaving the bush he had just passed.

Unfortunately, the goods that have been sent from the Hospital.Shaloam did not land on the Platform, a Logistics vehicle has transported everything to their tent Post.

"Oh God.., why did no one tell you from earlier that the drugs have reached our tent..."

Arya cursed so bad.

"No problem...We cannot waste this opportunity. Like an object that I must capture, this is a moment of step.Wait a moment, I will be back soon..."

"Where are you going.it's almost dark there's no star here..."

"Just a moment, sir.I saw a bird..Why do you know if I'm lucky, then it's a beautiful cassowary..can you sir...?"

Asha displayed her friendly smile to ask Mr. Sodikin for permission.

The old man simply smiled and nodded his head, hoping that his daughter would also be as happy as Asha who was already in Heaven.

"Maybe Allah created you while smiling son, until Allah created a creature as sweet as you..."

"Well..wait a minute, sir..."

Asha passed holding the hand of the Princess who was already bright - the light refused Asha's invitation.

Sure enough, it did not take long beautiful birds are indeed real. Alighted in a branch of a pomegranate tree and flapped its wide wings. It made Asha impatiently want to take her picture immediately.

The glare from the camera made the bird to be surprised and immediately flew from the pomegranate twig.Leaving Asha and the Princess with a hint of disappointment.However a little satisfied, one picture has managed to save Asha.

The bushes wiggled as a result of the flapping of the wide wings.

The bushes continued to sway as if they were disturbed by the light of the Asha camera or like a slithering animal that was shaking the road. Asha was still waiting as the movement of the bush drew closer with all curiosity. Who knows if a wild boar or perhaps a bird of paradise will appear. But birds of paradise can't possibly make sounds like human tracks, right?

Instantly Asha felt the sensation of his heart falling to the ground and several butterflies were twisting his stomach until he was only able to be sculpted and seconds later exploded a small fireworks tickle accordingly heart rhythm. A name managed to come out of her beautiful lips as smooth and gentle as the gust of wind that afternoon.

Azame...

The man stood up in an odd manner as if his running motion had stopped a sudden storm. While still holding the folding knife, the thick eyebrows of the man were clinging to each other as if he did not like it. Wait a minute, knife? Asha looked alternately between the knife and the look of her disheveled face.

His face was wrinkled, kucel and sweating. Her hair was not as neat as the last time she met him. His clothes were dirty and there was a little mud on his arm that was still tightly grasping the folding knife before he kept it in his jeans pocket.

Another masculine voice rang out from behind Azam's back before the man stiffly shifted his body slightly to give Hamzah access to his gaze.

"Oh...!"

The stranger just said that, amazed at the beautiful angel who was in the middle of the forest Telihan.

"What are you doing here...?"

The voice was cold, so cold that it made Asha clutch her coat tightly. Feeling so awkward the girl tried to melt her throat.

"I-I...,!"

"Azam...?"

Asha looked back, Sodikin's father came with a flashlight in his left hand.

"I'm so worried that beduo's people haven't returned yet..."

The old roar was so obvious, it passed through Asha and the Princess just like that. Asha becomes wondering - ask what is the relationship between them.

"We're back, sir..."

The cold man said with great emphasis that they were fine. His eyes could not be separated from the sight of Asha from the first they faced each other, not a second did he take his eyes off the girl.

"Azam was hit by the snake patuk pak cik...!"

Hamzah shuffled to Azam's side and showed a snake scar on his right wrist. Asha took a glance at the wound that she had not noticed before.

"Is your head feeling dizzy...?"

Mr. Sodikin was a little worried and raised Azam's right palm.

Azam.

"I'll throw it out, sir..."

"His wound must be quickly rubbed so that the poison does not spread..."

"I have a handkerchief to stop the bleeding..."

Out of nowhere he got that power, he had already dared to offer his help to Azam.He could have left the annoying young man regardless of his circumstances. But seeing the blood that had poured from Azam's hands made him a little sympathetic and offered his help.Asha hurriedly reached into the pocket of his coat where the handkerchief was stored. Stand next to Mr. Sodikin and then wrap the white handkerchief around Azam's wrist.

Asha may have done it so as not to hurt Azam who did not show any expression. Asha hesitated as to whether this young man could feel pain.

"I think this is enough but the incision wound is a bit wide. I suggest that you go immediately to the treatment post or health center so that the wound can be sewn..."

There was no answer from Azam.Asha felt his heart tighten - trembling when the cold gaze he felt again.

"It's done..."

The girl raised her face and suddenly wanted to cry loudly as the cold gaze continued to terrorize her.

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