CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Bismillahirahrahmaa nirrahiim

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

The story of the Khairul Azam and Asha Azzaliyah Zahrah will never lead to separation.

For the hearts of both are commanded by God to complement each other.

To create their own happiness.

Rainbows after a rainstorm, it may be true.

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That day was his freedom day. The day Azam walked in the sun after half a year confined in bars.

Azam was accompanied by his legal counsel to sign a document deleting the claim and cleaning up the good name. It was witnessed by Sam and the rest of the G30RM, who never tired of searching for the truth for Azam.

Now Azam understands what colleagues, partners, friends, and family function. Azam understood one thing; they were people who believed it, no matter how difficult the circumstances.

Azam tucked his backpack, walking hand in hand with Elhakim. Behind them some G30RM members chattered.

Azam glanced at a glance when the others were busy joking.

"How did you find that thing, Judge?"

Judge smiled.

"There will be a way for truth to be seen, Bang. Something that is lost because evil cannot be hidden. We found out why you were right, Bang Azam. Because God wants us to find him".

Unknowingly, Azam was proud of one of his members.

"You changed the judge a lot!"

"Well, like you Bang. Everyone keeps the other side in their life, doesn't they?"

Talking to the Judge was fun, because the young man was able to balance it with chatting on various topics. Then suddenly the Judge asked about his resonance in the next year, but Azam could only shrug.

"For the first step I would like to visit the residence of my late brother"

"Sahrir Cape...I still can't believe he's your family, Bang!"

"Yes, I'm the same as you. But alas, one by one the people I had a relative relationship with left behind bitter memories. There was no chance for me to talk any longer with them.Fast chance, as soon as death wrenches"

"God is always with people whose patience is as wide as the ocean, Bang"

"I don't have one, even a quarter of the Judge's"

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Azam opened the door of the minimalist house, the living room is equipped with prabot - a simple prabot. A set of green sofas and round tables, not to forget also antique cabinets made of black oak come to decorate. Azam smiled slightly, it turns out that their tastes were similar.

His footsteps led closer to the glass cabinet, there were several merchants award one of which was written by the best commander. Sports branch gold medal hangs in the corner of the closet. And what astonished him the most was a family portrait that in large print looked a little old. The edges even turn yellow, strangely there is no face of Shamsudin Bahar there. Sahrir apparently bolted the part with cigarette butts.

"Currently, do you hate him too much?"

Azam muttered.

Once satisfied, Azam walked towards his master room. Open it and not so surprised if the room is filled with military knickknacks. One medium bed, work desk and teak closet. Azam sat on his brother's oversized chair, dismantling his unlocked drawer. Found land letters and bank deposits, all recorded on behalf of Khairul Azam. Moved since 1 year ago.

"You think I'm that poor, huh? My wealth is even more than this"

Canda Azam snorted amusedly by himself.

Azam opened the bottom drawer, there was a box. Put it on the table and open it. There are some CDs, journal books with pockmarked covers.

"Ckck...remarkable you also took the time to write a diary, heh commander?"

Azam mocked, inexhaustible with the behavior of the TNI members.

It was not the first page about his outpouring of heart how difficult his search was for the younger brother, who Sahrir believed was still alive.

But there is a more interesting topic according to Azam is the topic of Seruni. Seruni, with a piece of an article entitled The Marshal's mother died due to a tragic accident attached to the book.

Azam touched his trembling fingers to the face, watched her beautiful face and shifted slightly to read the caption below. The writing is hurried, untidy.

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The woman in white shoes led Azam down the hallway, passing by people who were huddled with strange activity.

"Madam Seruni was in this asylum 12 years over, pity I guess she has no relatives or relatives. But another nurse said there was a man who visited her"

The nurse was polite, dressed in shabby white. Understand, Because SRJ is not in a big city. The building is even more appropriate to be called a reot hut to treat patients with mental disorders.

Without being told, Azam understood who the man who could throw his mother.

"How is the end of this?"

"There was no significant development during this time, Madam Seruni was more silent. Well, Mrs Seruni is at the very end of the room"

Azam involuntarily clenched his hands, furious with the inhuman actions of Shamsudin Bahar.

"I think enough, you can leave us now"

"Well, if you need anything, you can contact the___!" section!"

Azam roasted away, a bad habit that still sticks. Disrespectful.

The room was white-walled, ceramic floor with one weathered bed there. In addition, there is a wooden cabinet that has been eaten by termites.

Azam stepped slowly, finding a female figure standing beside the window. Her hair looks long but unkempt. The woman realizes Azam's presence, because she's not crazy, is she?

Since discovering the truth in Sahrir's room, it took months to discover the whereabouts of this woman. A difficult trail leads Azam to examine every Mental Hospital, from town to town until he is here. Seruni was thrown far away in the corners of the earth for his inner torment.

Azam took a stance, took a position.

"Good morning"

Her greeting, Azam hated hearing her own voice so soft. The woman turned her face in the end and saw her face as pale as a candle. Her face was ayu and still dimpled.

Oh my God, Azam remembered that face, the face he loved throughout adolescence until the events in Cianjur made him lose his memory.

Seruni stared right in Azam's eyes, for the size of a madman isn't that too smart a thing?

Azam did not pull over when Seruni's hand stroked the side of Azam's face. Dead - matian Azam prevents emotional turmoil. The woman suddenly cried and rubbed Azam's face. Azam tidied up Seruni rambit.

"How are you?"

Azam was about to cry, watching Seruni's dilated pupils make him even more lecherous. His face was now covered in wrinkles, his eye line was black, there was only a burden that plagued the woman's eyes, even though his iris remained as black as soot. His heart hurts and is like a crumb. Why did fate keep them apart for so long? Why does this meeting feel bad? At least Azam found Seruni in a heartbreaking condition.

"You back? are you really real?"

Seruni cupped Azam's crater warmly even though his fingers felt cold.

"I'm sure you're alive, I know you'll be back"

The seruni tears were getting smothering both of her cheeks.

"I'm not crazy, don't be afraid of me. Let's get the fuck out of here, boy, come on!"

"What's this man doing, Bun?"

Azam is frustrated, among the trillions of families on this earth why his life is different.

"No, your father just misunderstood the situation. He doesn't realize what he's doing"

"After all the crimes committed for Mother, Mother still calls him a good man? Mommy thinks he deserves to be my father? He almost killed me!"

"You are his son, his biological son. Let's better get out of here!"

But Seruni was shocked and rested his head on Azam's chest.

Thousands of bee stings stung Azam's body, fearing that the words hurt his mother.

"I'm grateful to find Mommy, but I'm not Gilang. My name is Khairul Azam"

after a long time ga up.I apologize for being a little late. Like and chrysanthemum still I need. also give a gift in the form of a vote yes