CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

#63

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Allahumma Shalli 'ala Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

The shooting field has always been his favorite place to eliminate saturation, especially Azam needs freshness after being confined for 5 months in a stuffy prison a year ago. Azam was really going through a transition in his life. The pressure comes on - the tube strangely makes itself more rigid to live day by day in the cell first. But those times are fortunately over. Now he must rise from the death of his soul.

When Azam needed high concentration, the sound that was heard later actually made him almost throw a bullet wrong target.

"How's your ex-wife doing?"

Ask Sam.

"Not knowing"

Answer Azam indifferently.

Azam was a strong soul, but Sam knew very well how much Azam loved an Asha Azzaliyah Zahrah. How much destruction Azam had when parting with the Colonel's son. Until if Sam is late to get Azam out of prison, he is not sure Azam will be able to live his life again.

"You proved not to have killed Iqbal Dirgantara, so why did you allow yourself to be a scapegoat? You let a misunderstanding destroy your household"

Azam turned lazy - lazy and took a bulletproof vest.

"He didn't trust me, I tested his trust and he gave up on me. So what makes me do the same?"

Sam notices how Azam rules the firing field.

"You sound kind of childish Khairul. You know marriage is not a play or something you can play with"

Nothok Sam sharp.

Azam was riled up by the reprimand.

"Look, the foundation of strength in the household is trust. While he does not believe in the foundation that I have. I can kill for a task, he should know the risk while he's with me. There will be a lot going on in the future. If he gives up at the beginning, how about it? Of course he has to be with me until old".

Sam knew Azam was screwed, the rampage in his head had taken control of all his actions.

"But you made him understand the wrong thing, Khairul! You cover up the truth she deserves to know as your wife, first!"

The weapon came down from the side of the body, wiping the sweat that slid from his hair violently.

"He went somewhere when the truth came, he'd never trust me again!"

The sooty-black bead looked far away, guessing where the woman was hiding. How is his life now? Is he happy?

"Let it be, he has chosen his own path"

"You obviously love him"

Sam won't give up.

"I don't know anything about that!"

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I know, Khairul. About your nightmares every night, whose name you call every sleep, whose picture you always carry. Don't you still experience it?"

Press Sam makes Azam silenced a thousand languages .

It seems clear Azam wants to ignore Sam and brush off his wrestling due to their conversation. Sam lit a kretek cigarette to fill the void.

"How does it feel to be married?"

He suddenly nodded, making Azam frown.

Believe me, Azam was so curious why Sam had never been married.

"Why not just get married and feel for yourself?"

Azam installs protective eyeglasses, inserts bullet details and launches on the board.

"I thought I could never get married"

Azam grunting.

"Then go see the doctor, I'm afraid you're losing your sexual orientation!"

Azam spicy advice.

Instead of being offended, Sam smiled happily.

"thank you for your clever advice, Khairul Azam. But it doesn't seem necessary, I've found my life orientation back"

Azam lowered the gun, looking at Sam with interest.

" What did you find?"

Sam stared back at Azam.

" I found Seruni, my first love!"

After the prayer dhuha Azam wanted to go down to the second floor immediately make food for Seruni. But in fact, when approaching the kitchen there is a delicious aroma that makes his stomach rumble. There, Seruni was stirring corn soup deftly. Azam smiled faintly, feeling that life was so fair as to have brought them together. Last days were painful as if only a thin fog, in fact it was easy to be knocked out if his heart was filled with sincerity.

"I should have just"

Azam.

"Mother wants to make the food you like, it's not nice to let you take care of Mommy while you have to go on duty later in the day".

Azam nodded - nodding, idly trying the hot soup. Accidentally complaining, Seruni put down her spoon.

"You're okay - what? Oh God, you've always been like that. You obviously saw it boiling"

He said as he rubbed a soft swab on Azam's back.

"Why are there so many cooks?"

Seruni.

"Well, didn't you know that Sam was going to have breakfast with us?"

Azam was uncomfortable to hear the approach that Sam did every day. Well, Azam knew Sam was a good man. Too good in fact. Therefore, he wanted Sam to show his seriousness if he wanted to marry Seruni. No need to approach Ala ABG everything.

"O yeah, I forgot"

Azam cut apples on the table.

"Azam?"

"Hm"

Seruni peels the watermelon while glancing at Azam hesitantly. He wanted to ask Azam.

"Why don't you try to find or at least talk to Mother?"

Azam stopped his movements, stiff and smiling obliquely without seeing Seruni.

"Obviously it isn't, if that means she doesn't want to see me anymore. He doesn't want to be found!"

Sahut Azam, felt that such a topic was not good to talk about this early. Because the effect is none other than he will be sick with longing, severe longing. But frustration knows how to vent his shackled feelings.

"Just like you, that sweet girl where did she go? I have loved it since I was a teenager"

He muttered, but was heard clearly by Azam.

"Mother likes to see your wedding photos, never bored even though viewed many times. The reason may be pangling you wear a suit. But by the way who made such a beautiful dress for Asha?"

"He made it himself"

"really? So sweet"

Azam put the fruit on the table and gave up the arrangement.

"I want to send Fax for a minute"

He almost stepped out.

"Azam"

Azam stopped his steps, closed his eyes.

"Mother found something in mobilmua"

Seruni grabbed his son's fingers, tucking in a small object familiar to Azam.

Azam froze without seeing his grasp.

"Mother wants to have a daughter-in-law like her, Azam. Please, find him and give me this bracelet. Take her home, your real home"

Azam breathed a tired breath, deep in his little heart he wanted it too. Seruni assured with a smile that belonged to a mother, who wanted to see her son happy.

"You can start from the beginning, just like Mother. You cannot change your destiny, so learn to accept it. But you can change your fate, so fight to get it"

Azam burst out, faced Seruni and grabbed his hand.

"Well, I promise. When everything is right, I'll get it. Once in my life, he won't be able to leave it"

Azam smiled kissing Seruni's hand affectionately.

"Thank you for being in my life"

Seruni nodded.

"We're supposed to throw in the same sentence, son!"

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