CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN
#30
Bismillah Hirrahmaa Nirrahiim
Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad
Wa'alaa Aalihi Sayyidina Muhammad
"Are you hurt so badly...? I mean, you were shot that time. Actually I'd love to see you, but...!"
Asha really made a confusion when talking seriously with Azam.
"I know, don't talk anymore!"
It's still judes.
"I want to say thank you..."
"I know..."
Cut hard.
No, Azam will not know how deeply Asha misses him. Every answer Azam even more hurt Asha's heart. Did he not like Azam so much? Asha wanted to stop walking and just cry.
Unknowingly they have reached the yard of Kiyai Lathif's house. Asha's heart was beating uncontrollably, afraid that someone would see them.
"You'd better get back to your house...".
Asha said, looking nervously at the surroundings when it was clear - clearly silent. The girl climbed one by one steps made of yellow bamboo in front of the inn in her place.
"I'm afraid that if someone sees us and it will cause a nasty rumour...".
Azam replied with a slanted smile, the change in attitude can be very quick.
"What do you need to fear? They don't see us hugging or kissing, do they?".
The pair of beetle eyes were emitting a strange radiance. Seeming satisfied to tease the cute glaring Asha, the young man chuckled while ducking. One of the things he missed was to show his wild imagination to the girl.
"Come in..."
Azam pressed his chin towards the door.
"Good sleep back..."
Asha nodded, the girl's reply was so sincere.
"I didn't sleep when I woke up because of you, Asha...!".
His strength to pull the doorknob seemed to fuse together with his non-constant heartbeat. Asha turned back to Azam and tightened his grip there. Asha asked - asked in her heart what the meaning of the young man's words while closing her eyes.
"You are the cause of my unrest...."
The whisper of the young man made a subtle sigh descend into his stomach, then he turned around but was silent. Find Azam who still stands like a man tormented by dying.
"And you also experience things like me, admit it..."
Azam looked at him without blinking a bit.
"I see clearly in both your eyes, Asha..."
Asha was still standing before him without a word.
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to..."
Azam finally ended his speech with a sad little nod. Azam came home like a defeated fighter, the man turned his back on him.
The girl went down one step of the stairs. Azam did not give him a speech, or Asha was too stupid and could not play hard to give him an explanation.
"Why didn't you come into your house...?"
He asked curiously, subconsciously trying to block Azam's departure.
"I won't sleep while I find out you're lying not far from my place..."
Said the young man while pacing out a step.
Done, Azam left him like a foolish man blown by a sharp night wind. Asha looked at her back which was getting further away then disappeared behind the corner of the street, in a dark swallow. Asha snorted, why is it so hard to open up to each other?
...****************...
6 Months ago.
"You like...?".
"Yes".
The man of the century looked at Azam's eyes as sharply as an eagle stalking its prey.
"You must know she's my only daughter, and I'm asking you to stay away from her from now on and until anytime no matter what...!"
The final decision should not be denied by Azam, but the young man will not give up just like that and instead raise his eyebrows.
"Why should I do it...?"
"You and your neighborhood are very dangerous. All the bad things that have happened to you in that forest, do you think there is only one disaster that endures him?!"
Azam chuckles.
"I don't think he's a coward, you know we've survived a lot of danger. It's obvious we're interested in each other, look into your daughter's eyes then you'll find an answer there! Then why do you bother to forbid me - that?"
Azam heard g**need to have his teeth clearly. The middle-aged man was dead - he was holding back his emotions.
"For I do not want my descendants to associate with people who are not clearly alive and whose origin is like you...!"
That sentence was so spicy when he listened.
Azam commented a thin smile.
"I can make a clear descent of origin - his proposal with your daughter. What's-her-name? Asha Azzaliyah Zahra's? Such a beautiful name...!"
The man had lost his patience. He gripped the patient's distinctive clothes attached to Azam's body.
"Shut your mouth, asshole...! Just obey my words and never play with me. You will receive the consequences if you still dare to show your nose rod in front of him....!"
"Easy sir...!
Azam began to take off the grip on his neck collar.
"It is not like that how to negotiate, Khoirul Azam will never be daunted by any pressure...!"
Sam's figure entered the room while carrying a pouch containing drugs. Thanks to the presence of the figure managed to unravel the debate there.
"Well...well..You've talked a lot, haven't you? My students need more time off than you do!".
"Have my warning, you know your real life. So don't ever involve my daughter in your dirty life...!"
The last time threw a calculated glance. The Colonel's shoes filled the treatment room. His tracks were left behind, while his body left without looking at Sam with the last word that pierced Azam until it was more bloody than three bullets.
Azam lying on a pillow, Iqbal Dirgantara should not need a piece of it. Azam just wants to make the game a little interesting, the rest he already understands. Azam himself would never drag the girl into his dark life. For he is only a man whose origins are unclear. Azam would only guard it from a visibility of thousands of meters, or even hundreds of thousands of meters.
The memory just evaporates like boiling water. Azam only needed to open the cover to avoid an explosion on his head because he was too serious to think about it. As simple as that, if only Azam did not involve the heart in his chaos this time. Damn, why did that girl easily knock on the door of his heart?
His meeting with Asha after 6 months of blood filled lau even made him more shaky. Once met the girl successfully made him fall down. As strong as Azam ran away, Asha pulled him. As strong as Azah was indifferent to Asha, the girl seemed to have a way to melt down her violence.
Azam had to admit, Asha had already turned into his life axis.
Alhamdulillah.perhaps the effect of fasting is difficult to concentrate what else is imagination. Pleasss...kira - suppose that the author breaks first for the preparation of Eid how?give chrysanthemum yes...😙
