CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Aliri Sayyidina Muhammad.

Passing the 16 weeks of pregnancy, Asha's stomach has been bloated. Instead of a lot of rest, the woman often asked for a way out. Never look tired, Azam to feel the whole area in the capital city has been in kelajai.

The phone on the dashboard rang while he was busy driving, one call from Sam. Azam raised it after glancing at Asha who was asleep on the pillow.

"Yes"

"Come to the union, we need your help"

Azam meloadspeaker's.

"I'm with my wife"

The man answered lightly.

"Come on, bring my daughter-in-law along. He's even played on a shooting field, so what's wrong with visiting his own father-in-law's building?"

Azam let out a long sigh, after all Asha would not want to be brought home before the sky darkened. Azam turned off the telphon connection, gas tanked into a unit that he had not visited since 2 months ago.

Jeep cars are parked in front of the building on a secret street. Since 5 minutes ago the engine died, but Azam did not want to move. He refused to deny the sweet sight of Asha who was sound asleep, as if nothing was disturbing.

Sleeping beauty, O Allah in any way his wife looks beautiful until Azam can not turn away from anything. Azam leaned over her body, stroking her dangling and rising headscarf. Kontan alone Asha was interrupted with Azam's gentle caress on the side of her face. The two women's eyes opened, meeting Azam's brilliant black bead.

"Masa'ul Khair"

Azam said hello, kissed the short lips of Asha who began to mutter about getting dark. The sky outside is still bright. Azam who was amused to lower the car glass, then Asha innocently said, oh.

Asha immediately sat up straight.

"Where are we?"

Azam did not answer, opened the door and jumped to run to the door beside Asha. Helping his wife grow up, he thought it was time to change the car for Asha's sake. Jeep car is too high for a pregnant woman.

"My old place of work, my dad and my partner were inside"

Azam smiled, his fingers flanking so snugly.

Chief Asha was unceasingly admiring the building, so classic and elegant. The room on the inside is even more luxurious, many foreign objects stick to the wall. The basement is amazing, the open elevator features a classy hallway decorated with metal doors. Azam pointed at the very door.

"My room"

His murmur gave an explanation. Asha nodded her head as she stepped.

Access to the main room is a binocular scanner. Asha stared at the thing beside the door in astonishment, who managed to make a tool this attractive?

Azam who knew the direction of Asha's thinking, answered the curiosity.

"Fahmi and Raihan made it 4 years ago"

Asha.

"Uh, I'm a miss Mimi"

The woman said sincerely, Azam even snorted in annoyance. Sorry not to play saying that.

Hit the door open, the first object that Asha saw was a large frame of Azam decorated with blue lights attached to the wall. The other faces were neglected, his eyes only focused on looking at the dashing Azam wearing a black G30RM uniform - black. On his left chest was written the embroidery BIN or the National Intelligence Agency.

Kaana kullu amrihi.

"Through here, Sha"

Since then, their grasp has never broken.

The door was open, Sam looked over from behind the pantry happily. Put the mug on the table, then approach Asha.

"Good news, my son-in-law?"

Sam asked, The cool room was gone because of Asha's presence.

"Good news, how's Papa doing?"

Azam came in and took off his leather jacket as Sam led Asha to sit on the sofa.

"You knew? You make the sick healthy, Asha"

Sam Canda.

"Papa made chocolate milk for you, you're not fussy anymore, are you?"

Tempting the time - the time of his cravings.

Asha laughed, shaking in shame. Strange in the homebase is there this cute cup? Want to drink, Azam even stole the start sipping the edges. Seeing Asha pout made Azam chuckle. And his kekehad considered strange colleagues - colleagues.

Especially Hamzah, who was driven from the sofa. Staring at Azam from head to toe fiercely. Azam raised his chin back, their gazes all instantly dispersed the way looking at that ferocious blip. Asha who is busy enjoying her drink in Azam possessive embrace.

"Well, now tell me what made you call me here?"

Sam tapped his finger, Hamzah immediately went to pick up a box of equipment from inside Husain Fahmi's study.

Azam snorted, out of his union does not mean he became a free mechanic. Don't you?

Sam complained.

"Nobody knows the password of the damn box, while Fahmi can't be contacted. I hope he told you".

The silver-colored box was placed on the table, Azam observed it from side to side. While thinking what digit is used by the Fahmi to protect the box.

Sam's been trying to type a password combination of numbers and letters, failed.

"There are tools we need to jump into NTT projects"

Said Sam.

Azam pulled the object and tried it again, Failed repeatedly. Azam asks Asha to dictate the man's date of birth, failing. Date of establishment of unity, failed. Because Fahmi loved peace, Azam tried his luck by entering the date of independence of the country. But still failed. The favorite Spongebob episode failed anyway. Mobile number cannot. The date Steven Hawking received his doctorate was also failed. Azam was silent - silently cursing himself, he turned out to memorize many of Fahmi's favorites accidentally.

"Destroy the box if you need to!"

Azam exasperated, in contrast to the movement of his hand that continues to try.

Sam clucked.

"I don't want to risk it if it breaks down. That thing is very sensitive"

At once Azam's fingers stopped working, not because of Sam's speech. The man glanced at Asha who was busy chatting about the Line group with Hamzah. Suddenly the inspiration came to him, reluctant Azam to prove his prejudice.

Birthday of Asha...

And the box is open. Oh damn right, is that how much you love Asha, Husain Fahmi? Azam massaged his painless temple.

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