I'm taking you off, Mas!

I'm Syafa Not Ayara

As planned last night with Sister Ima. They will search again Afkar to several hospitals around the road that the travel car passed.

Yara also plans to search the nearest police station to ask if there is a complaint of a man's accident named Afkar. Because according to Kak Ima, Afkar did not change clothes that afternoon. Yara's husband still wears a work uniform.

"Sorry mba, there's no Afkar's name in the hospital records here, maybe it's in another hospital?" the nurse on duty that day.

Yara was discharged from the hospital in disappointment.

"Hows it? Any?" Ask Sister Ima.

Yara simply replied with her piggy bank head slowly.

"Nothing, Brother."

"Yes, tomorrow we'll look again. It's late afternoon, we go home yuk!" Take Sister Ima while patting Yara's shoulder gently.

"Yes, Brother!"

It was the fourth hospital they had stopped at from morning. Yara still insists on finding Afkar tomorrow.

Efforts and various ways have been taken Yara. With the help of the Word, Yara spread posters containing missing people and pasted them on every wall hoping that someone would ever see and recognize them.

Three months have passed. It did not feel that long ago Yara felt in the City. Lucky before Afkar disappeared, her husband had already paid the rent for the next three months. So, the money that Yara had was enough for her daily living expenses in that city.

"We've been looking all this time, Ra! But there's no results. Would it not be better to just let it go, Afkar?" chirps Sister Ima hesitates.

Efforts and efforts have been made but still no results. Yara breathed a heavy sigh. He was also getting tired, searching with uncertainty. Dhiya kept asking when she was picked up, when dad came home. Questions that trace the sad to the pulse.

"Patience, yes, Dhiya. Mommy will be home soon. Dhiya didn't forget to pray for me, did she?" ask Yara.

"Yes, mother. Dhiya always pray with Eyang uti also hopefully I will meet soon. Nda, nda, you know what? Eyang kung already could shake hands with bibil loh," Dhiya spoke with excitement and pleasure.

"Alhamdulillah, Dhiya often accompany eye kung, right?"

"Yes, Nda. If you want to share Ateu Mila again in the mill, Dhiya nemenin eyang kung," said Dhiya who was still excited to tell Yara.

"Yes, smart kid. Pray for your mother to come home quickly and be able to find your father, mother hang up the phone, son! Say hello to Eyang Uti and Eyang Kung with Ateu Mira as well."

"Yes, Nda. here Eyang uti dengel ko bicala mother."

Yara smiled in response.

"Mother Pamit, yes, dear. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waaalaitumcalam, Nda" Dhiya replied with her lisp voice.

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"Ra, it's not good to continue to give hope to Dhiya. We've been looking for 3 months!"

"I'm sure, Mas Afkar is still alive, brother," he said.

"But we still haven't found it to date, Ra!" Sister Ima returned to awaken Yara.

"I don't care, I'll keep looking for him." Yara remained with her stance.

Firman and Kak Ima did not think with Yara. Where else he will look for Afkar, so far look for not a single shred of results they get. Afkar was lost in the earth.

Elsewhere, a pair of women and men throw each other a happy smile as the word lawh uttered by the ruler who married them both.

"Thank you for taking care of me and being by my side all this time. Don't tirelessly take care of me, I love you," afkar said softly as they were celebrating a simple wedding reception at a 5-star hotel in the large country that is widely referred to as the White Lion City.

There were only business associates and a few families present there.

The two of them danced slowly to enjoy the beautiful night atmosphere of the wedding. The luxurious private room hosts the wedding reception of Syafa and Afkar. Only certain people can get in there.

Afkar still has to undergo routine treatment to the hospital. That's why he's still in the country. And next week the man who is now legally the husband of Syafa will return to the homeland. Still with the name Afkar Chairi but with a different memory.

All the memories that Afkar had were not at all in his memory. At this time Afkar remembered only a beautiful woman Syafa Aileen Wirawan who was so gentle and affectionate. A woman who spends time taking care of her. And during that time the feeling of love grew between them.

Mr. Rio deliberately sped up the wedding plans of the two of them because he did not want Afkar to change his mind when his memory had returned.

Master Rio did not care about Afkar's life before meeting with Syafam. All that matters is the happiness of Shafa.

It was highly unlikely that a Rio Wirawan could not figure out who Afkar Chairi was. It was easy for him to find information about the stranger. When he told his assistant to find out who Afkar was. Mr. Mardi can move quickly. Because he poulted with the clothes that Afkar was acquainted with when the accident occurred. The outfit was the uniform of one of the companies Mr. Rio owned, so Mr. Mardi easily found out about Afkar.

After the wedding reception. Afkar and Syafa are already in the apartment room belonging to Syafa who is in Kita Lion. Since caring for Afkar hospital in the country Syafa deliberately bought an apartment there. In order not to go too far with the hospital where Afkar was treated.

"Next week we will return to Jakarta. What if when we get home, we find out where you're from, Mas?" Syafa said as the woman's head leaned against Afkar's shoulder. Sit together on a king size bed.

The two of them had just cleaned themselves up after a day of feeling tired with the wedding so quickly implemented.

"Why? Would you regret knowing my past?" Afkar straightened his body. Syafa wakes up from the backrest on Afkar's shoulder.

"It's not so, Mom! How about you meet your family later, Mas?" Syafa looked very worried.

"What should it be? Yeah, staying behind said I'm the real situation. And they reintroduced themselves. Because I don't know all my family members. All I know until now is you," Afkar touched Syafa's cheek gently.

The touch made Shafa close his eyes. Despite the memory loss, his instincts are not lost. Afkar was getting closer, their lips touching.

They are now husband and wife. Afkar's hands moved slowly opening one by one the cloths attached to Syafa's body.

Very gently and carefully Afkar went through every inch of Syafa's body after not a single sheet of cloth covered his beautiful body.

Syafa's face was like a tomato as he realized his current state. Shafa tried to grab back the clothes that were nearby.

"Let me see the whole thing, now everything is mine," Afkar stopped and grabbed Syafa's lips. Afkar is back playing hot there. The groans and soft voice that came out of Syafa's lips further spurred Afkar to snatch the sweetness of the beautiful night.

"Ah... Sick, Mas!" syafa's screams then bite his own lips as Afkar's missile darted into Syafa's narrow cave.

"Thank you for allowing me to touch her for the first time" Afkar whispered and got a slow nod by Syafa.

Slowly but surely Afkar pumped with rhythm and pleasure.making the two fly away and Afkar reached nirvana after his release.

"I love you, Ayara," Afkar muttered almost inaudibly then the man closed his eyes in exhaustion.

"Mas, I'm Syafa not Ayara!" shafa Protest.

"Hm...." Only that word was a reply from Afkar.

Syafa furrowed his brows. "Oh, maybe I heard it wrong!" Syafa did not bother with Afkar's murmur.

Syafa chose to embrace her husband's burly body. Husband who is not only his.

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To be continued...

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