CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN
#71
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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad
Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad
Since 3 days ago, after teaching the work of Azam just follow where Asha went. Included in monitoring or investigating activities, and stealing photos that are zoomed at will. Why would he do that? There is no particular reason, Azam just likes to be near Asha but hates to know that the woman is unaware of it.
A few minutes later Azam spent looking at her face, first. With a longing that soars along with disappointment that cuts the clarity of the eyes. Once satisfied, Azam got off and crossed the highway directly intercepting Asha who had just come out of the soto stall near his office.
Azam stretched out his hand, preventing Asha from turning. Almost made the plastic bag in his hand fall off.
"Masaa'ul Khoir"
Sapanya, membuat Asha berjengit.
The sentence was very sweet, manun no friendly smile adorned Azam's face.
"I didn't know you like coconut food now. If you used to like sweet food. Apparently it's changed? I don't think I'll find it in your face anymore"
Asha looked to the right and left alert, afraid of getting caught up no matter who. After his quarrel near the office lobby, didn't Azam awkwardly speak as straightforwardly as that?
"Can't stay away? My break is almost over, I'm going back to work!"
Asha's words made Azam automatically cluck.
The man took off his glasses, slid into his woe pocket.
"Can't I just ask for a minute of your time?"
"Alright, after all signing divorce papers does not take more than 5 minutes, right? Where's?"
Asha stretched out her palm before Azam's face, but there was no response.
Oh, my God, this woman is right. In addition to his stance that is difficult to collapse, he is also good at making people heartbroken. Unexpectedly, Azam actually presented a smile.
"I know how much you wanted to get that letter from me. But take a good note, well, I'll never make the process easy for you"
To be honest Azam did not like to see this woman was insistent.
"Please, don't twist. Finish all this so I can get back to my life, as well as Brother!"
Selfish woman, different sides that nudge corner of Azam's heart made can not turn away. Azam folded his hands together arrogantly.
"It's very unfair, Asha. You might be able to return to your life, but what about me? You took everything"
"It makes no sense to say, Brother, Khairul Azam!"
WHAT SAY? Oh, how brave this woman is.
"I take nothing away from you, your heart or your life is none of my business. And if you feel that way, sorry. I can't do much"
Close Asha, step to the left and there is Azam who swiftly tried to block back.
Lying, now Asha is good at lying. Azam let in, teasing the extent to which the strength of Asha's soul currently resonated with his eyes. Of course Asha always loses. The woman took a step back, knowing that Azam had won. Know if his heart is in matches too deep.
"You said something fake, Asha"
Azam whispered, leaning his body near that ear.
Asha, not Sha anymore Azam called him. Asha was a little disappointed because he was silent - silent he missed the call of love for her. Which has now been replaced Azam by the name of another woman who has filled his heart.
Azam is back.
"Forget what I told you, forget whatever's been bothering you. I was just kidding. About what you want the most, I'll send it to your house immediately".
Azam received a glance from Asha as if saying sooner is better.
"To be honest, my purpose for meeting you was to deliver an invitation"
The confused Asha frowned.
"I___"
The honey look was suddenly different. Luka, disappointed as well as angry, jealousy flashed there like thunder during the day. Azam enjoyed the moment, let Asha know what it was like to be hurt by a broken heart.
Azam approached a inch, then whispered.
"Isn't today Arsen's birthday? You didn't forget about it, did you, Sha?"
Enough to get there to the limit of Asha's ability, the woman dropped a plastic bag in her hand. Automatically the little cake inside was broken, the candles - the little candles were falling on that pebbled road.
Azam was satisfied, leaving Asha who was still sculpting.
...****************...
"Most women don't like stiff men. Replace your shirt and suit with a semi-formal outfit, Azam. Your date wasn't done in the college building, was it?"
Azam turned to look at the presence of Seruni who wore a dark blue abaya and let her long veil dangle down.
"I'm sure he likes me to wear anything".
Oh, so confident.
Seruni opened Azam's wardrobe and rim - geleng, choosing short-sleeved batik that is collared and well patterned.
"It would be nice of you to wear what he used to give you"
Azam looked at the shirt with a smile in his eyes. He almost forgot the existence of the batik cloth, fortunately Seruni reminded. Without a second thought in getting the batik from the hands of Seruni.
Seruni lured the batik up to the neck by looking at his son's face with a beam of shade.
"Azam, there are 3 things that make a mother feel very happy. More than anything?"
"Hm?"
"One, seeing you was born. Two, when you see you grow up to be a smart teenager. And third, when you find a part of your__your happiness. Smile like this!"
"No, I'm doing this. How can you conclude this is happiness?"
Seruni gave the world's funniest smile of punishment. Her dimples are so charming. Azam was amazed, the beauty of his mother never fade.
"You take the road to happiness, that's right. Take a good note - both in your stupid head, huh Khairul Azam? Discussion done"
Both are the same - throw a smile.
...****************...
"Germany???"
Tanya was joined in disbelief because it was impossible. The widespread news that he died horribly due to an accident, now even look fit to visit his residence.
"Hanifah, how are you?"
Hanifah was still in shock, silent for a long time. His eyes changed - change. First - first on Seruni, researching the entire body to the eyes of the legs. Then at the man with the mustache beside him, and finally at Azam who stood hiding both hands behind his back.
"Ba__good. But__but how can you__?"
Hanifa stuttered, but unexpectedly Seruni hugged her tightly.
"I don't imagine if I was in that position Hanifah, the mistake of Bahar is very big, to you, to your children. But please forgive all her faults, don't spill her wounds on her son?"
Hanifah felt warm water pull over her shoulders, her body that had been stiffened, now able to relax.
"I am not a person who has the right to forgive, I have indeed given what happened in the past. To me, it's all part of God's plan to test us."
As he spoke, Hanifah looked at Azam through his eyes.
"I am a sinner if I lay the blame on your son, Seruni. After all, this good man is my son-in-law. Before or now".
Seruni smiled as their embrace slipped.
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