I'm taking you off, Mas!

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The spacious room with VVIP facilities is where Syafa is currently located. No one knows where the woman is but Roni.

Syafa asked Roni not to tell anyone. Including papa. Shafa wants to be alone first. His heart and soul are not okay.

"Shhh ...." Shafa grimaced as the woman was about to sit up from her sleep.

Cesarean scars that Syafa does are still painful. And even more painful when there is no presence of the baby who has been in the womb for several months. The baby was pronounced dead in the womb after the incident. Syafa's heart was struck when he found out.

"Let me help, Nope!" Roni was on the side of Syafa.

There was no rejection at all because indeed Syafa needed the man's help.

Shafa was sitting this time. The sadness still caught clearly on the beautiful face of the woman. Roni's a little away from Syafa.

"Is there anything you want to talk about?" Guess Roni. His papa's assistant trust can guess what Syafa has in mind.

Shafa turned towards Roni. Their eyes meet each other. Roni cut off that view first.

"Please prepare a place to stay for me, Mom! I want it to heal when I can occupy that place. I don't want to go back home" Syafa said.

Roni could only nod slowly.

"Good, Non,"

"Don't call me Miss again, Mas. We talk as usual" Syafa continued.

Roni nodded her head again. "alright. I have something to explain to you. About Rio sir." Roni tried to explain it to Syafa. Although there was no response from the woman. But Roni kept going on.

"I'm sorry I had such a feeling of love for you, Fa. I know we're different. I'm just an errand boy who doesn't deserve to be your companion." Roni started his speech.

"Have I ever looked upon another person from the status or office of someone, Mas?" Ask Syafa.

Roni shook her head in reply.

"I can't stop someone from feeling for me. Everyone has the right to choose who their day is anchored to. Like I've been a fool dropping hearts on the wrong guy. If only I had known from the beginning who Mas Afkar really was I would not have dropped my whole heart on him. Loving husband of his own sister." Shafa smiled smirkingly.

"I'm not here to let go of this feeling." Syafa breathed a heavy sigh. "I love Mas Afkar and Yara both mean something to me. I'm also not here to justify what papa did. Papa is still wrong in my opinion, all mistakes are not absolute from Mas Afkar. Ah ... I don't know if I'm confused!" Shafa covered his face with both hands. Then she spilled the sadness she felt at that moment.

Sobs sounded softly from Syafa's lips.

Roni felt like she could not see it. Slowly the man walked over to the gurney that Syafa occupied. Both of his hands measure up to embrace Syafa's body and there is no rejection at all from the woman.

Syafa spilled her sadness in Roni's embrace. The man who had always harbored a taste for Syafa.

Roni freed Syafa from his cries. Usually after crying a person must feel relieved.

And sure enough, Syafa slowly distanced his body from Roni after he felt relieved.

"Thank you for coming with me, Mom! But I confirmed earlier the same you. I'm sorry I couldn't return your feelings to me. I really think of you as my brother, Mom. Please after this, don't stay away from me!" pinta Syafa.

Roni smiled wryly at the woman before him. The man walked back to Syafa.

"Not to worry. I am the only man who will never leave and stay away from you under any circumstances!" said Roni ruffled Syafa's hair slowly.

The usual thing Roni did to that woman. "Rest 'lah! I'll be back in three hours. Papa Rio should know your current state," Roni said as she walked away from Syafa.

"Mas" stop Syafa.

Roni stopped his steps. "Why?"

"Please buy me a new phone!" syafa Pinta.

Roni pulled the corner of her lips. Then nodded slowly to reply.

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Somewhere else. Excitement occurred in the hall of the parlour. The children of the home joke around every time they are there. They spent the night after studying and worshiping by gathering at that place.

Dhiya looks so happy to be in the middle of the orphanage children. It made Yara feel relieved.

"It ... It's already! You all go to the big room, rest!" Miss Lydia warned them. The woman came along with Mama Anggi.

One thing that came to Mama Anggi's attention from earlier.

It was noon, when I arrived at the orphanage. Mama Anggi saw a boy sitting by himself under a mangosteen tree. One boy was not as much of a manners dns style as the others. There was sympathy for the boy.

And tonight, Mama Anggi came back to see the boy. The boy he saw sitting in the corner of the Hall watching Dhiya.

The boy smiled towards Dhiya. Mama Anggi saw the unusual gaze of the boy who was about 10 years old.

"Why is my heart curious about the boy. Ah, let me ask Ms. Lydia about her later," muttered Mama Anggi who was standing next to Ms. Lydia while continuing to pay attention to the boy.

One by one the children stood towards the large room. The rooms occupied by the children of the orphanage. Dhiya was very happy to join the march with them. The little boy always develops his laughter with other children.

Now ... There are only Mom Lydia, Mama Anggi, Erza, and Yara in the hall.

"Mom Lydia," call Mama Anggi.

"What's up, Mom?" answer Miss Lydia.

"There's something I want to ask. Can we talk?"

"Oh, of course you can, ma'am. Come with me we'll talk in the middle of the house! while relaxing there," asked Miss Lydia while clutching the woman's body. They both look like best friends.

"Za, Ra, mama to the next room first!" Mama Anggi paid a farewell to both.

"Yes, Mah" answered Erza.

The two elderly women passed from before Erza and Yara.

Seeing everything go Erza turned to Yara.

"Where do we go, Yang? Roaring, yuk!" take Erza with a flirtatious look.

Yara looked at Erza. He understood that soon he would get a retaliatory punishment.

"Streetings, yuk!"

Erza furrowed her brows. "Where to go, honey? It's already night!" cetus Erza's.

"Look, Mas! It's only eight o'clock at night!" Yara.

Erza gawked at him. "It turns out it's still afternoon, why so quiet y, here?"

"The name is also in the village, Mas!"

"OK then. We're leaving now! I'll get the car keys first!"

"we'll just go on the bike!" yara Proposal.

"Motorized?" Erza.

"Yes, motorbike. use Pak Barjo's motor!" reply Yara.

Before leaving, Erza and Yara say goodbye to Miss Lydia and

Along the way Yara hugged Erza's body tightly from behind.

The purpose of the two of them is a virgin lake or commonly called Ranu Manduro.Called as such because the place is still a virgin, aka still not much visited by many people.

"Sepi, Yang!" Celtap Erza. The man began to doubt his journey.

"It's lonely!" sahut Yara's.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Gapain scared? 'There is Mas Erza. And soon to arrive, too. And sure enough, an hour's drive on the legendary bike. They both arrived at the lake.

Beautiful night view. His sense of hearing was silent. There was only the sound of an unpretentious crickets in the place. The atmosphere grew colder with the wind that pierced the lake hitting their bodies.

"Sit here, Yang!" Erza patted the empty spot beside her.

Yara nodded in agreement. The two of them sat next to each other on a wooden bench overlooking the lake. At the edge of the lake there are small lights. Yara explained that they were the ones who were fishing there.

"Any, fishing at night. Mending fishing line!" Erza chirps after listening to Yara.

"That's it, you're a pervert, Mom!" serobot Yara's.

Erza chuckles at hearing that. Laughter and stories were written that night. Erza and Yara enjoy a night together by the lake. The scenery that never existed in the city.darkly flickering light from fireflies further add to the beautiful atmosphere of the night. It didn't feel like they were there for nearly an hour.

In the village and in the city is different. 9 Hours in the village already feels so quiet. In the city, it is crowded.

Yara rubbed both of her arms. The cold air is getting worse. "Mas, go home yuk!" Take Yara.

Erza looked over then nodded slowly. "Come on."

The two rushed back to the orphanage.

"This excitement, don't pass quickly," Erza hummed as the motor she was driving just came out of the lake area.

There was no response from Yara. The woman behind him chuckled, listening to Erza sing.

"Keep, Honey! Let's not understand lewatin his lonely road," Erza said.

"Udah, Mas Erza aja nerusin. His voice is better!" push Yara.

"Ah, you bathroom artist!" ledek Erza's. "Aww.." cried the man in the next second. Because Yara pinched her waist from behind.

"You're teasing me, Mas!"

"Mahaha ..." Erza laughed crisply in the quiet streets in the middle of the rice fields.

"Ayara Faeqa, I Love You" cried Erza. The man stopped his motor suddenly in the middle of the road.

"Mas, don't let it!"

"Kok lebay, this is real, Yang," Erza argued.

The man returned to his motorbike.

Yara tightened her embrace.

"Mas Erza ... I'm tresno karo kowe!" Yara did not lose screaming. After shouting Yara put her chin on Erza's shoulder while whispering. "I love you so much, Mas," said Yara gently making Erza's body bristle. As if giving an unusual sting. Erza suddenly stopped her bike. The man turned his head to the side where Yara's face was. Erza grabbed Yara's lips. In the middle of a lonely journey, the two of them poked their lips together. Suck and pull each other in the delicious sensation that Erza gives.

The pagutan lip just missed when Yara gasped for breath due to out of breath. The two laughed at each other after the touch of the lips came off.

"Keep in the house, yuk!" Celtap Erza.

Yara could only be embarrassed. Erza smiled to see him. The man revived the engine of the motor they were riding.

"The starter co's dead, Yang!" Erza.

The man tried another way but still couldn't light up.

"How, Mas? Can't you?" Ask Yara who has started to panic. Because he knew the place they were now in was far from the settlement. There are only a few houses near there. That means Yara and Erza have to go to the house of the people in order to get help.

"Yang," called Erza in her frightened voice.

"Hem," Yara answered briefly.

"That's what, Yang?" Erza looked straight ahead.

The large tall figure covered in white cloth was faintly visible from a distance. With a speck of light estimated to be limited to the human knee, hanging and swinging. Moving like the wind. Erza was trembling to see it.

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To Be Continued

Good afternoon

Waiting for iftar, huh?

Still the spirit of his fast?