CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Bismillah Hirrohmaa Nirrohim's...

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa 'aalihi Sayyidina Muhammad

The cube was very thick misty, smoke was blowing from all directions.There was no reproach to wipe it.

The young man looked confused, in a room full of fog he tried to find the blemish of life. On the doorstep was a shadow of Asya's existence, wearing a white dress and a matching Phasmina veil. There was nothing strange, the girl looked as beautiful as ever. Graceful and sweet like an angel who is transformed as a human being. Just why is Asha holding a baby...?! Whose baby is that, Asha?

Azam began to approach, a ray of light implied from both of his beads. A thousand questions filled his mind. Asha...whose baby is this? Whose baby is Sha...? Are you married? Why is that baby so similar to me...?

Asha ignored Azam, fondling the baby gently and lovingly. Ask the baby questions as if the baby can understand and answer. A handsome baby boy, trying to put his thumb in his tiny mouth. The girl seemed impervious as Azam began patting her on the shoulder.

"Patience, dear.A little while dad comes. Let's see what other toys your father will bring. Is the plane like yesterday...?"

Azam was more and more helpless, his question was not answered. Finding a corner so that his presence in the attention of Asha is very difficult. The baby smiled as Asha again chanted Shalawat melodiously and beautifully.

The silhouette of a man walking in waves came to Asha and her baby. The right hand carries a toy plane and stretches his left hand so that Asha can easily reach him. Their meeting was full of joy, Asha was presented with several kisses on the tip of her head by the man. The fog was too thick that Azam could not see the man's face clearly.

Who is this guy?

Unable to describe the words Azam felt, his teeth were slumped and his jawbone also began to harden, there was a sharp shock from a powerful electric current lodged in his heart.

Azam did not understand what he was feeling, his trembling body encouraged him to immediately give a boost to the man who had been presumptuous to hug and kiss Asha in front of him. Is he jealous?

Who is he to Asha? Does he have the right to feel that?

His emotions were almost melted at the sight, Azam could not help but hold it as they laughed together and his laughter seemed deafening to his ears. The more they fell before Azam the more he could not control his emotions.

Enough is enough - it cannot be allowed. Azam wanted to drag the man away so as not to approach Asha again. And...

His forehead wrinkled, sweat already flooding all over his body. His breath hunted each other as the cube faded from Azam's sight. Only a beautiful name can he recite in a word to stop this madness.

"Ashe....Asha....Asha...."

His eyes had opened perfectly, taking deep breaths to neutralize the increasingly irregular pace of his heart. Spreading his gaze when he just woke up from his long sleep.

"Ckkk..dream of broad daylight..."

Sam awakens Azam to something impossible if he stops, a dream. Giving a loud rebuke that the dream felt real that almost drove him crazy. The man brazenly sucked his cigar in the sterile room where Azam was treated. The infusion hose was attached to his left hand, several heart rate tracking cables were attached right to the chest of the right and left sides. Two days ago Azam was unconscious. A few holes in his body due to the hot pews of lead had already caused him to lose too much blood.

"It could be that you are usually on the verge of death even coolly wading through dreams..."

Apart from that Sam was very worried when Azam lay in a coma for two days. Not in accordance with the facial features he displayed, the old man was almost frustrated at all times and urinated on the team of doctors because his men did not also open their eyes. He never left Azam from the hospital.

"How's Talihan...?"

Azam tried to sit from his bed even though his body was still wrapped in bandages everywhere. It's been a long time since he's felt this kind of pain, so long. Ten years ago when he had a terrible accident, he met his family. The end of his meeting with his other family.

Sam is annoyed at him, Azam's condition is very alarming with infusion tubes stuck in several parts of his body but he instead ignores it all.

"Don't make it hard for everyone, just lie down....!!!"

" How about Mr. Sodikin...?"

This time Sam had to give up, Azam was very stubborn. His servants on his back had started to change red because blood was seeping from the blemish.

"The transfer was destroyed.everyone lost everything. Not only material, many citizens also lost their families. Lucky our team quickly came, if only we were late for a second maybe Talihan will only stay a name. I don't know who gave the TNI members information, they're also as fast as our team to handle it...."

"Then...?!"

"Evacuation is fast, some residents have begun to occupy their homes. Some are still waiting for renovations because their homes are badly damaged...."

"What kind of criminal is that...?"

"You succeeded in eliminating Thunder and his friends, and for that we can have no more proof. But we also managed to catch Steven alive. That's all that can equip us for justice..."

"I'm sure Steven's not their boss. Rosalin once said that the starry commander was the main character..."

"You don't have to worry, the police made sure Steven would open his mouth..."

"How about Mr. Sodikin..."

"He fell, but the government determined that he was a hero. They buried Mr. Sodikin in the garden of the eater..."

As soon as the black cloud overshadowed Azam, his sadness was almost unbearable. Mr. Sodikin is the front man who always protects Azam and his members while in Talihan. He had not had time to express his great gratitude because Mr. Sodikin who had given wide access to his work. The first person to support Azam's work was in addition to the members of his unit.

I don't know, the world is a stage play. A person with a villainous role is still free to step aside to show his skills without limits, while a hero must be willing to slowly step aside and get off the stage because he has no power. The young man was disappointed, disappointed in himself and the world.

His eyes looked back at Sam with a thousand questions but it was quite risky if it had to be revealed at this time. Don't tell him he's Sam if he can't understand the contents of his men's brains.

"The girl is back..Is that what you want to ask...?!"

Azam threw away his face, not wanting Sam to get deeper into his head about how worried he was about Asha the white veil who had just been over him in his nightmares.

Hi..hai.sorry a little late because of the many activities of Ramadan. Hopefully this Ramadan will not be missed without excitement.do not forget to continue to increase our worship yes....

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