Cinderella Ninja's
Chapter 44's
Chapter 44's
#“Today we got a shocking news from an actor who just – recently plunged into the world of vloger Haikal Setyo who said he was close to a veiled woman and who his word again the woman was the status of a wife of Orang”.
#“Waaah . . It's a shocking news for us, what else hear – hear the word of the woman is her wife from the actor Indonesia is also the principal RM”.
#“Iya, surprisingly right, well they were unknowingly caught by the camera of one of the private journalists, they were sitting together in one cafe gitu”.
#“Waah so curious same news nya”.
#“Ya already, than we are curious – curious, we better just see the news as complete as his”.
A pair of tv infotainment hosts talk about the latest news that has been circulating throughout Indonesia. Shahilla and Restu were shocked to hear the news of the gossip that told the closeness of his wife with Haikal.
Out of nowhere arrived – arrived gossip articles about Haikal and Shahilla spread throughout Indonesia. And somehow they got a photo of Haikal and Shahilla while they were waiting for Restu in the caffe a few days ago and made an article from his point of view, his name was also gossip.
“Astaghfirullahhal’adzim”. Shahilla and Restu repeatedly ber– istighfar to calm themselves – each.
“You don't have to think about the news – such slanderous news, this is trying’an for us, mas sure we can definitely get through all this. Mas will always protect you”. Restu hugged Shahilla while her hands rubbed – rubbed her back.
“Adek scared mas”.
“You do not be afraid, we just surrender all the same ALLAH”.
Restu strengthened Shahilla and then kissed her forehead.
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Haikal himself was a little stressed because there was the article. Since the appearance of the article, his house has been in tongkrongi by journalists to ask for his response about the article.
“Bos pick me up, I can't get out of the house, a lot of reporters in front of my house. Yes, briefly again I have a schedule nge – vlog with Mr. Governor and family, yes I cancel with his schedule, yes, the Bogel had called to the Governor, Mr. Governor, thank God they did not have the same problem with the article. Help me, so I can get out of the house. Yes I've been waiting for elo, hmm yes”. Haikal contacted his co-workers for help so he could escape the reporters.
Haikal peeked out from behind the window of his room which was on the second floor, he saw how enthusiastic his reporters wanted to prey on his quarry.
“Huuuuufffft”. Haikal sniffed long while shuffling his hair.
Half an hour he waited for his end which he waited to pick himself up came too, they entered from the back door like a thief. Before nge – pick up Haikal, they had made a strategy of diversion of the reporters. They made a little scam to get journalists fooled. One of Haikal's coworkers pretended – pretended to look suspicious as if – if that himself was Haikal.
They managed to outwit the reporters, they were busy chasing the suspect out the main door. When they were fooled, Haikal and the others were busy running out to the car that was waiting across the road.
“Mas Haikal . .”.
“Mas Haikal . .”.
Shouted them. After getting the notice that Haikal was safe, the suspect opened his hat and turned to the reporters. Touch faces – their faces become disappointed.
“Jiiiiiiiaaaaah, kira’ in Mas Haikal”. They feel disappointed.
“Kang Haikal?. Kang Haikal mah already two days not home oruh, he said he did – vlog abroad”. Laki – guy deliberately berlogat sunda.
“Mas who is Mas Haikal?”. One of the reporters asked.
“I?. I'm a barber here. Noahun, I again rush – hunt want to warteg about his I laper, excuse”. Boy – the man walked quickly died the reporters. He ran towards the car in which Haikal was already inside.
“Haduuuh . . . . Yuk jalan”.
Haikal/ “Thanks yes boss he he he”.
“Gara – because of your news, I'm almost in the same rowdyok reporters – journalists”. Dumel glanced at Haikal who was sitting beside him.
Haikal/ “Sorry is bro, kayak do not know journalists, how they”.
“So how?, you want to be entrusted with the news or you want to respond?”.
Haikal/ “Gue is still not thought, we just let it go, later I think again, anyways not very important tuh journalists, most diem themselves tuh they”.
“Iya, but you must clarify the news, if it drags – late entar vlog rating you down”.
Haikal/ “Iyeeee, take it easy on you, the important thing is now we go to the Governor's house first, we just thought about this news”.
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Not only in front of the Haikal house that was occupied by journalists. The area of Restu's apartment has been filled by journalists. The security forces like him had to work hard, because they had to secure the journalists who broke into the apartment building.
Restu got a call from the apartment security that there were already many reporters waiting for them. And the security forces asked Restu not to come out before the reporters left.
“Who called mas?”. Ask her while holding Zahira to calm her cries.
“Amen security side. They say we can't go out first, about her a lot of reporters under”. Restu rubbed his face.
Arrived – suddenly heard the sound of ringtones from Restu's phone.
Restu grabbed the phone and picked up the call.
Restu# “Hallo Assalamualaikum, Yes An?”.
Aan/ “Waalaikumussalam, you do not go to the shooting location first, about her again many journalists who wait’ in you from dawn last”.
Restu massaged his forehead hearing the news from Aan.
#Iya An, there are also many journalists here, the security services also ask that I and Shahilla do not go out first”.
Aan# “Hmm . . . Yes it is as good as you are in the apartment first, I handle here first, later if here it is safe, I go directly to your place”.
Restu# “Iya An, listened to a lot Yes An”.
Aan# “Iya, Yes already Assalamualaikum”.
Restu# “Waalaikumussalam”.
“Aan mas?”. Shahilla had heard Restu's chat unilaterally.
“Iya, Aan said, Mas do not need to go to the location of shooting first, about her there are also many journalists, she also asked us not to go where – where used to”. Restu got up from his seat, he approached Shahilla who was still tranquilizing Zahira.
“Sssstt . . sssttt dear . .”. Restu stroked Zahira's cheek.
“Sini let us just carry Zahira”.
Shahilla also transferred Zahira to Restu.
Now Restu has been holding Zahira.
“Our child knows that we can again try’an. He feels sad then his fuss alone since last”. Restu cradled – nimang Zahira who is still crying.
“Any child of Abi and Ummi is a good person, a good person, a beautiful one and a smart one. Do not be sad – sad baby, do not be in the heart of Abi and Ummi. Anak Abi and Ummi are good children nih, can't cry – cry, can't cry, we have to spirit, right?, Uluh.
Restu was like persuading his son, Zahira jolt stopped crying as if he understood the meaning of the Abi. Shahilla shed her tears, she approached them and rubbed Zahira's head.
“We have to spirit dear”. Restu embraces Shahilla. Shahilla nodded her head slowly.
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“Ummiiiiiiiiiiiiiii . . . Abaaaaah”. Resty yelled out to Ummi and Abah.
“What the hell is screaming – yell anyway ndok?”. Ummi and Abah also ran after Resty who was sitting on a tv.
“See the news is Mas Restu and Mbak Shahilla, the time there gossip says his brother Shahilla cheated on Mas Haikal his friend Mas Restu”. Resty pointed to the tv.
Ummi and Abah were shocked to see the news on tv.
“Astaghfirullah . .”.
Ummi/ “Try contacting your mas ndok”.
Resty snatched his cell phone and called Restu.
“Just busy Mi . .”.
Abah/ “Try to Shahilla” number.
Resty tried again.
“Not in lift”.
“Yes ALLAH Gusti, what happened to them”. Ummi feels right – is really anxious and limp.
“Sabar after Deck, this must be the news is not true. We just wait later and we pray they are all good – fine”. Si Abah rubbed – ngusap Ummi's arm to strengthen his.
Resty was busy trying to contact them.
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“Astaghfirullah yes ALLAH . .”.
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“Sayang . . This is Shahilla your best friend's wife Restu right?”. Joe thrusts his cell phone to point to articles and photos of Shahilla's gossip with Haikal.
Aina took the phone and read the article.
“Ya ALLAH, what – apa’ an this news. This is untrue news, this is a lie, this is rubbish news. Very insolent who make slanderous news like gini”.
Joe/ “You who became an emotion anyway beb?”.
“How are they not emotional, they just spread slander like that for the sake of profit. Do not – do not abis this there is news me and Haikal at the time we chat in caffe that time again”. Aina thought that far.
Joe/ “Chat in caffe?, you guys know each other?”. he frowned right.
Aina patted her eel.
“Astaghfirullah, sorry I haven't told you about Haikal and our meeting a few days ago he he he he”.
Joe just looked at her flat.
Aina/ “I, Shahilla and Haikal were once one santri, well I happen to be her close friend Haikal and Haikal continue to like Shahilla, because he can't approach Shahilla, he's asking me to help them. But I don't want to because I know what Shahilla is. Well after a dozen years accidentally the end of his we met again, I met Haikal at the mall because I did not accidentally hit him when I ran from Mas Fatih who chased – chasing me, because I did not accidentally hit him, well if you meet Shahilla because Haikal happens to be her friend Restu. So that's the story. Then I said it was garbage news”.
Joe/ “Ouh that's. Ehh wait, you said you were chasing – with Fatih?”.
Aina/ “Iya, it turns out Mas Fatih is in Jakarta, he came here because of my nyariin, then his pas did not accidentally meet him in the mall, I immediately ran away. Maybe he won't give up on me until I meet”.
Joe/ “Ouh pantesan only I get information from other employees if Fatih ever come to the office to look for you”.
Aina/ “So they're telling me I'm here?”.
Joe/ “No, they don't know, only I wonder if he knows you're here?”.
Aina/ “I also do not know, do not – do she also know if I moved to this office?”.
Joe/ “Hopefully not. Oh yes . . . who knows who you are here for?”.
Aina/ “Restu, her manager, kept Shahilla. Astaghfirullah . .”. Aina rubbed her face, she remembered something.
Joe/ “Why?”.
Aina/ “Reynan, I forgot that Reynan knew I was here, he knew I was here for sure from Reynan. Yes ALLAH”.
Joe/ “If he finds out from Reynan, then he also knows where Reynan is and the possibility that they have met”.
Aina was getting frustrated why she did not think that far, she immediately grabbed her cellphone.
Aina# “Hallo Assalamualaikum bunda”.
Mother# “Waalaikumussalam, who is this?”.
Aina# “This Aina bunda”.
Mother# “Aina .?, Yes ALLAH . . . Where are you?, no mother's ngabari, no, continue not the you who invited Reynan here instead you use tell Fatih everything to pick up Reynan”.
Aina# “What?. Uh yes sorry . .”. The thing Aina was afraid of happened.
Mother# “You're healthy son?, Reynan same Fatih already at home right?”.
Aina# “Healthy mom, already, they're sleeping mom he he he he. Mother same Dad healthy right?”. He lies.
Mother# “Alhamdulillah mother same healthy father son. Oh yes mother close first yes call her about her there are guests who come”.
Aina# “Iya bunda”.
Mother# “Ya already, you do not forget ngabar – ngabari bunda”.
Aina# “Iya bunda”.
Mother# “Assalamualaikum”.
Aina# “Waalaikumussalam”.
Aina's feet felt like they were unsteady, she was sitting limp on the floor and her tears were flowing.
“Darling you why?, Reynan how?”. Joe panic.
Aina crying so – so her.
“Reynan is with Mas Fatih, Joe”.
Joe hugged Aina.
Aina/ “How should I be Joe?”.
Joe/ “You rest easy, later we find a way out so that Reynan returns with us”.
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Restu was silent and looked at Shahilla who had fallen asleep with Zahira after she had slept with Zahira. Restu stroked Shahilla's soft hair and occasionally he sighed.
“Sorry mas, because – because you have to be like this”.
#Ting Nong . . .
The sound of bells. Restu immediately exited the room to open the door. Restu looked up from the screen to find out who was coming. He saw Aan was his man and he opened the door for him.
Aan/ “Assalamualaikum”.
Restu/ “Waalaikumussalam, sign in An”.
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They are now sitting in the living room. Not to forget Restu served a cup of warm tea.
Restu/ “You were here not caught by reporters?”.
Aan/ “Alhamdulillah not, I pura – pura so one of the owners of the apartment only, besides they also do not sign me if I take off my glasses and scramble my hair like this, anyway, because they know I wear glasses and hair drizzle he he eh”.
Restu/ “He he he, yes I just up to his initial pangling. Oh yes, sorry I have repotted you An”.
Aan/ “No problem, it's my job. Oh yeah, it was at the shooting location, me and the team held a small meeting because there was news you guys like that. Keep the team asking you to do a press conference. Let this news not be dissolved – late. If we keep quiet – just shut up, fearing this news will increasingly become – so and damage your reputation”.
Restu/ “I also think of her like that An. I'm not guilty about my reputation, which I think is my son and wife, I feel sorry they have to experience – bad things like this, I think, what else with the slander they threw to Shahilla An”.
Aan/ “Iya Tu, I understand, you guys take it easy, we will all pass well”.
Restu/ “Aamiin, listen to An”.
Aan/ “Oh yes I have called his party Haikal, but can not be connected. So I think that when it comes to calling him, I'm handing him over to you, because you're close friends, it's possible that he'll want to pick up a call from you. His plan we want to ask Haikal for the same – to clarify the matter of this”.
Restu/ “Hemm . . . Yes already, later I try to contact him, In Sya ALLAH he will want”.
Aan/ “Easy – spares. Yes, if so I say yes first. You do not need to worry, In Sya ALLAH all will pass”.
Restu/ “Aamiin, once again listened to Yes An”.
Aan smiled. “Assalamualaikum”.
Restu/ “Waalaikumussalam”.
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The boisterous atmosphere at the shooting location where it is where Haikal is doing – vlogs with the Governor and his family. Before they say goodbye to him, they must take care of the equipment they bring.
“Woi Kal, there was a call from his manager Restu, but not raised”. Haikal's manager whom he often called the boss told him.
Haikal/ “Hmm . . Mostly he wants to discuss the news. Yes I will call him back. oh yes abis pamit about you drop me to the hotel and let no one know”.
“Iya . . . Yes . .”.
They are also over. At Haikal's request, he was dropped off at the hotel he had booked on behalf of his manager. Haikal hearted – entered the hotel, he tried not to be seen even the hotel receptionist did not recognize himself, after checking in, he tried to avoid being seen, as fast as lightning, he entered the hotel room he had booked.
Haikal took off all his disguises and spread his body on the bed. Haikal stared at the sky – sky room whose paint was white and decorated with chandeliers in the middle of his –.
