CURTAINS OF THE PAST

ASKING THE GIVER

Toni continues to drive her car at high speed. Ghali's confession was not trivial to his heart. He was so devastated to learn the fact that Iffah was married.

“She said she wasn't married, but why would her sister's statement be any different? Why did she seem to not know her own husband, while she mentioned his name even when in a fainting state?.

And why is my heart so wounded? I have convinced my heart that he is a nobody, but why is this? Why yes Allah..” Toni set the car brake suddenly on the streets empty. He buried his face into the round stick in front of him that had been squeezed by his long fingers.

“Kamelia, yes, Kamelia. It's all like karma that I have to live with. I must feel the pain that Kamelia even Kemil felt. I deserve it.”

The voice of the Maghrib was heard in his ears. Slowly Tony raised his head. His heart began to feel peaceful. He turned his car towards the nearest mosque from his position at the time.

*God, I will seduce you at our meeting. Although I cannot see and touch you, you can see me even to the end of my creak.

I am not a good seductress like your obedient servants, but you are so fond of your servants with sincerity, right?

I will make sure, O God, that I will have my happiness from you.

I'll wait for your ridhom after my fight. You asked me to try, right? Then keep listening to my whining.

I will make sure you embrace me throughout my journey.

O Allah, how shameful the servant is, but the name which the servant asks you to be his servant until Jannah is he, Iffatul Fadillah.

If he is the best for the servant, and the servant is the best for him, bring us, O Allah…*

Toni looks so solemnly put her face up on the ceiling of the mosque while raising her palms asking expectantly to the Giver.

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“Ghali, what is this?”

Yes, after the death of Toni Iffah immediately approached Ghali to question what really happened between his brother and his superior.

“There is nothing, brother, Ghali just misunderstood. Ghali thinks he's a guy who likes to bother Iffah. So he's upset over Ghali's accusations against him.” Although he did not lie, Ghali hid everything from Iffah. Including recognition of Toni's feelings towards her brother.

“Yaa Allah Ghali, he is Antoni Zulherman sir. Grandson of the founder of this company dear. You're so rash. He saved my brother at that time because he almost got hit by a car loh.” Iffah seemed to think of remembering Toni's face that looked like it was depressed when he passed her earlier.

“O, e, umm, you fuck deck. That can't be darling.” Iffah was so nervous about his sister's sudden question.

“Why can't kak?” Ghali increasingly sought honesty from the light of his brother's eyes.

“Yes, sister self-conscious dear. Brother is nobody, while Mr. Antoni is also who.” Iffa said in a lethargic tone.

*Sister Iffa, the current brother also likes it turns out. If you later remember, Ghali is afraid that you accidentally hurt her heart. While she really sincerely loves big brother.

Ghali saw for himself brother, how devastated he was to hear that brother was married,*

“Ghali...” Iffah disperse her sister's daydreams.

“Oh, uh yes kak.”

“Why bengong?” Iffah frowned seeing Ghali's reaction which confused him.

“No brother, Ghali can ask for his number Antoni sir is not brother?.”

“For what?.” Iffa fears that Ghali will prolong his troubles with Toni.

“Ghali would like to apologize to him brother. Can you, brother. Ghali is afraid of not being able to sleep later because he feels guilty.” Ghali was seen pleading with both hands.

“Ya already, later brother send it when it reaches home. Now we go home first, brother is tired.” Iffah immediately pulled Ghali's arm towards his sister's motor sport parked where Ghali was waiting for him earlier.

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