Hugging Memories

Arrive in Singapore

The two had finished enjoying their dinner, Rama then took Nasyra home, because the next day they had to leave in the dark morning before the sun showed its rays.

At 22:00 they reached home, Nasyra seemed so enthusiastic to tidy up the clothes that will be brought later. Just arrived, he went straight to the wardrobe and packed all the needs of Rama and himself.

Rama looked at Nasyra who was in the spirit, he gave a small smile. "Dear, want help?" rama asked as Nasyra began to put the clothes in a suitcase that was quite large.

"No, Brother. I can be alone, if Brother Ram auxiliary, which is not even finished later." Nasyra. Rama then gently ruffled Nasyra's hair and said, "Today, I'm so happy to see a different you."

"What is Brother Rama?" asked Nasyra while swooping her eyebrows.

"You're different, honey. You look so special, your sincerity radiates. In fact, I've never felt this before. I've never felt genuine affection from you." Rama sat on the edge of the bed, adjacent to Nasyra who was folding clothes one by one.

"Sir, why talk like that?"

Rama did not answer Nasyra's question, his view was blank looking at a corner point of the room.

"Stay like this, until you never change. A speck of love that .. Now I can begin to feel it. Thank you, dear." Rama looked at Nasyra sayu. The gaze was so deep it pierced into the recesses.

"Sister, I'm sorry." Nasyra slammed into Rama's arms. He put his hand to Rama's waist. The guilt that continues to haunt him now still disturbs his mind.

Rama also put his soft lips on Nasyra's forehead. Long enough the kiss, made Nasyra closed, permeating all the love of Rama. Love is like growing back.

The next day, after a long journey for about two hours. The plane they were on landed perfectly. A look of happiness was on Nasyra's face.

Upon arrival at Singapore Changi Airport, Rama patiently took his wife out of the bandra, after picking up their lugage. Nasyra's eyes circled the beautiful scenery and were neatly arranged around the airport. The green garden is surrounded by flowers that bloom around the city.

Both are waiting for an invitation right in front of the airport. Before long, the familiar car stopped at the pick up place.

"That, Honey. It's coming, come on!" Rama pointed at the car that stopped in front of them.

"That's Ark, honey. You didn't forget, did you, the same? That time came to our wedding."

"Ah, there were many invited guests at that time, Brother. Anyway it's been years, where do I remember." Nasyra laughs.

Both of them stood up and got into the car.

"How are you, Bro?" rama asked, patting Arka on the shoulder.

"I'm okay. Hi, Nasyra." Arka who was at the wheel also greeted Rama's wife, he looked back. Then he started the engine.

"Ah, Brother Arka still remembers me apparently, sorry I even forgot a little," Nasyra said grimacingly covering her embarrassment.

"Of course remember. In fact, I almost got tired of hearing your name being called by Rama every time I called." Arka laughs a glance at the rearview mirror that bounces right at Rama who is returned by the man's head.

No wonder, Rama often tells personal problems with Arka. Especially if it concerns his wife.

After a short journey, Nasyra kept asking whatever he had just seen along the way. He used to go to Singapore a lot. But this year, he never came to her. It feels so missed with the atmosphere of the city filled with these beautiful places.

The car stopped at Rama's apartment. The man then escorted Nasyra to the room, then he left his wife because he had to go straight to the police station to meet someone who had been detained in iron bars, as a result of his actions because he dared to try to harm RR Advertising company.

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