CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#23

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Allahumma Shalli 'Alaa Sayyidinaa Muhammad

Wa'alaa 'Aalihi Sayyidinaa Muhammad

The former battle in the village of Talihan looks very terrible. A row of houses destroyed, stalls - stalls closed. The glass of the house of the residents broke scattered where - where. The united army TNI unit made the situation more comfortable. Tents - tents set up for the evacuation of residents.

The sound of crying parents losing their children, the voice of the wife who lost her husband, and the cries of the neighbors who mourned. Talihan suddenly covered in dark clouds, rolled up and hit anyone who wanted to be lunge. The mysterious case is now wide open and becomes a tragedy.

Fahmi arrived in Talihan a few hours ago. He came with twenty G02RM firing squad members and a great commander of Simanjuntak or Sam. This was predicted by Sam before. The man was sure, at this time his unity was faced with a high-class enemy. Sam has warned all members to prepare themselves if at any time it is down to Talihan. But Sam decides to send half his men to fight to secure the village.

Evidence of their crimes will be brought to the green table. Huge deforestation - the illegal sale of timber and timber, the smuggling of illegal firearms and ecstasy pills, gambling, mass killings - will be the finger-pointing of their faces in court.

Our hope, after this the residents of Talihan can live peacefully using the goodness of nature but still maintain their sustainability.

Inside the PMI tent, Asha was lying weak, the wounds on her face had been treated. Fahmi looked at his cousin softly. Had they been a second late, he could not have found Asha still breathing.

Less than two hours Asha fell asleep with dry tears on her cheeks. The girl finally opened her eyelids. Fahmi's worried face was the first object he looked at. After feeling better, Asha tried to sit staring at Fahmi in disappointment.

"Mimi...are you also involved from their part?"

Fahmi, of course, was silent in a thousand languages without being able to deny it anymore.

"Oh Allah, Fahmi....Why you never told us. How can you join them, God...!"

Fahmi too often saw his cousin let out his tears. Especially since their teens they live one roof. Fahmi wanted to wipe away those tears, but desire remained desire. He didn't have the courage to wipe it.

"Everybody has a secret Sha. Dark or bright it depends on the point of view of each who judges..."

"But I have no secrets Mi...!?"

"Yes, but you're happy to hide. It's the same thing...!"

Fahmi was silent for a moment and continued his words.

" Sometimes there are parts of you that I find hard to reach, and you'd rather keep without showing your looks to keep your secrets safe..."

Fahmi reviews the smile, and Asha answers to calm down.

"I can try to understand, I know that everyone has a reason for something they do..."

Fahmi is grateful, Asha did not force him to show which line he was choosing. Asha got up, opened the tent mosquito net. The sight of the ruined village left him strangled.

" What's going on here...? Now I want to know everything Mi...!"

"Ashe...!"

Arkha ran from a distance while carrying his backpack on his back. Still complete in military uniform, the man spurred his steps towards Asha.

"Yes'....!"

Asha splashed in Arkha's arms, crying spilling all her fears. Fahmi's existence is somewhat forgotten.

" You okay...? Are you hurt...?"

Arkha kissed the top of his sister's head, breaking her arms to examine Asha's state. But the girl was reluctant, she wrapped her hands around her brother's waist and shook her head.

Although the attitude shown by Arkha to Asha impressed always indifferent. Even from the time they were children - Arkha's children will remain and always love his little sister in a different way.

"Have been....., everything is done...!"

Arkha patted - patting his sister's back.

"Ashe...."

That heavy suata attracted everyone's attention. Asha's face looked up. Iqbal Dirgantara's face was grim after a long trip. Asha spontaneously took off her embrace and turned into Dirga's embrace.

" Papa.they're so barbaric..."

Asha shed tears. Dirga did not say anything. The man simply clasped Asha's body while rubbing her head and shoulders repeatedly, soft and soothing. Not in accordance with the expression of his face stiff and hard. Dirga was not like Hanifa who always whispered her daughter with various sweet sentences.

"I'm so scared Pa...I saw death very close to me...!

Dirga kissed Asha's forehead.

"Nobody dares to hurt you, calm down. Everything's fine - all right..."

Asha nodded confidently, every promise made by Dirga then there was no one who could block his entire belief. Dirga grasped Asha's fingers firmly, preventing Asha from escaping for any purpose.

"Let's go home...! Helikotper will take you and your friends back to Jakarta..."

Asha flinched, her Consciousness began to control her brain..

"Azamist....Azaz...."

The girl whispered softly, quickly wiping away her tears.

"I want to see how she's doing for a second Pa...!?"

Asha pleaded as she felt Dirga's hand checks getting stronger.

"No, you can't see anyone...!"

Asha could not believe what she had just heard, the girl got a warning of any resistance.

"Pa, he saved me. He's covering me. I want to know how she is...!"

Asha hates this situation, where parents always use their power arbitrarily. Although it was used for the good of his sons and daughters.

" After this you won't remember anything you've experienced here. Not about that guy, or this Talihan..."

It's a unanimous decision. If Dirga has decided then no one has the courage to oppose, not Arkha nor Fahmi.

The two young men looked concerned for his sister. But whatever the power, sumua no one spoke. Only through eye language, Arka tried to code Asha so that her sister stopped her debate and followed Dirga's will. Only temporarily.., as Arka's estimate.

Although he basically did not know the young man named Azam, but his instincts said Asha needed his defense.

The stronger the grip of Dirga's hand on Asha's wrist, the more swift the flow of Asha's tears.

After the drama of forced pick-up, Asha finally brought Dirga back to the mother city. With a handful of wounds in his heart, how was the state of that young man who had willingly given up his entire body soul to protect him? Congratulations from death or even him...

Asha is powerless to think badly any further, there is no guts to imagine the worst possibility when someone receives a bullet in his body. Only a do'a that never escaped him to a Khoirul Azam.