CURTAINS OF THE PAST

CURTAINS OF THE PAST
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That morning at the Zulherman residence.


Toni looked neat with her office stellan. Many times he changed the style and mimic his face in front of the glass that can copy his body from the crown to the tip of the leather shoes he wore.


Sometimes he looks fed up with himself and blurts something in front of that mirror.


And once in a while he rubbed rough his face which he thought could not be invited to compromise.


"That's Istighfar Ton, Istighfar... Abaghfirullahal... Why the hell is this heart, later everyone even questions what is the problem again!!!." Excitement to himself.


Afraid of lingering, Toni finally decided to go down. On the last staircase, Toni stopped her footsteps. He tried to make the curvature on his not-so-thick lips form a smile and only then continued his steps back.


"More of nek." Toni kissed the chewy cheeks of the old woman who was already at the dining table with Chellin and Bobi.


"Morning too, dear... Let's have breakfast." His saute with a carefree smile found his grandson with such a sparkling face in his eyes.


"For om, morning bi..." Toni also did not forget to say hello to a married couple who had been a part of her life.


"On the morning too dear, hmm there is another kasmaran like this. It's so funny his face." Saut Chellin teased him.


"Ah, what aunty anyway," Toni increasingly forced a smile that he had made earlier.


"Oh yeah Ton, when are you going to review the location in the village?." Bobi tried to remind him of the original plan he had designed before.


"Yes, God willing this week. And maybe the day after Toni will leave first, Toni also miss Milka and the atmosphere of the village om." Toni bribes her breakfast after she questions Bobi.


"Grandma want to come?" Tawar Toni later.


"Don't kid, you just say hello to your family there." Elak granny.


Since Toni has wanted to close down her life and began to consider her new family as a priority that must be prioritized, Toni looks more mature made.


He had a new life, a new job.


Never once had breakfast at a table together, except together with his father. But after she decided to join her grandmother, she seemed to have a father and mother from Bobi and Chellin.


He can feel the beauty of the meaning of a family.


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"For Ghali..." The same thing Iffah did to her. He pretended to forget everything that made him curious.


He's been thinking about it all night for that.


He knew that every time he asked about his past for Ghali it would be a waste.


But he never knew what caused Ghali's silence.


*Sister now believe it, right? I'm brother sister. This is mom, this is dad, and this is me...


Whatever happens in your life, let it pass. My sister can't remember it anymore, right?


It's for the good of brother, for the good of me too...


Nothing else matters, brother...


The most important thing is our future...


My future is with someone,


and the future of brother with someone, who certainly loves brother at least as much as I love brother.


Brother does not need to remember the past brother anymore, because in the past we were happy with both our parents...


And it will only create new pain if we recall it... They have not forsaken us forever, leaving us in agony...


But that's not what they want either...


We just have to rise from that crash*...


Everything Ghali said when he was in the hospital at the time made Iffah give up on knowing back his past.


"By the first brother too... That smells good." Ghali was so happy to see the look of Iffah that instilled joy


"Yes dong, who used to cook." Reply to Iffah with a joke.


"Yes certainly this beautiful Ghali brother, later if Ghali already has a wife, Ghali wants something like an older brother. Clever cook, fine, sweet again..." He really hopes.


"You can, let's eat... You'll be late for work." Iffah thrust a plate that had been filled with food to his sister.


"Thank you brother..." Ghali greeted him with a happy smile.


*Ghali knows that when you're pretending, it must be hard for you to hide everything...


Maafin Ghali brother, with forced Ghali cover who Arjuna*...


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