Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??

Is it My fault, If I Desire Heaven..??
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Burhan looks uneasily holding the unconscious Rose's hand in the room.


It was also seen that he was busy with his cell phone, calling the police about Fatimah's disappearance.


"Yes Allah Roses.!!, sober son", exclaimed Sister Lastri stroked the head of the Rose and tried to apply wind oil on the nose of the Rose, so that the Rose could immediately come to its senses.


"Burhan.!!, we should take the Rose to the hospital, mami is afraid of what happened with her" said Geyna restlessly massaging the feet of the cold sweaty Rose.


"Good noodles", said Burhan lifting the body of the limp Rose.


Arrive arrived....


"Fatimah..!!!", cried Rose rising from her stupor as Burhan wanted to take her to the car.


"Istigfar son.!!, O Allah", cried Sister Lastri to appease the Roses.


"Where is Fatimah mas..??, bukk..!!, mami...!!, Fatimah is the same as you.??", cried Rose can not control his emotions.


"Revident Rose, I've called the police, they're looking for Fatimah right now" Burhan said, holding the body of Rose so as not to rebel in search of Fatimah.


The rose sat on the floor crying and calling the name of the rose.


"How could a child as small as the Rose be kidnapped.??, what is her fault.??" cried the Rose while crying sobbing sobbing sobs.


Suddenly the sound of the doorbell rang.


"Let the mami open" said Geyna walking towards the front door.


He opened the door, but no one was there.


He looked down and found a letter on the floor.


"Jeez.!!, Nak Burhan.!!", cried Geyna making everyone run towards Geyna.


"Why mi.??" said Burhan to calm Geyna.


Geyna did not budge in the slightest, her body pecked, her tears dripping endlessly.


"Why mi...??, did you hear about Fatimah.??" said the hopeful Rose.


"Jawab mi..??, don't make us more anxious" said Mbak Lastri holding Geyna's hand.


"Is this mi...??", cried Rose took a letter in Geyna's hand.


The roses instantly hysterically read the message that was in the letter.


Burhan also read the message on the paper.


Fatimah is a toddler, but she is still a woman right.!!, if you want Fatimah to survive the depraved hands of men, meet me at your birthplace.!!, alone.!!!, meet me...!!, if you dare to bring a friend or even a policeman, Fatimah directly end...!!.


"Astagfirullah.!!, what kind of people they are, I have to tell the police", said Burhan took his cell phone, but was immediately stopped by Rose.


"Please Mas, have mercy on Fatimah, I don't want her to come back" said Mawar prostrating himself in front of Burhan.


"They only threaten you Fatimah, they're like using Fatimah to harm you, let the police take them down, we know their address now" Burhan exclaimed, holding both Rose's shoulders.


"Help, this is my business, I know who kidnapped my son, let me finish it mas" said Rose, pleading with Burhan.


"But you can be in danger of the Rose.!!", cried Burhan.


"Better I am in danger than Fatimah, the future of Fatimah is still long" said Mawar.


"Alright, but promise, you have to take care of yourself, and I will stay around the kidnapper's house to keep watch" Burhan said.


The rose simply nodded and wiped away her tears.


Then he got up and prepared to look for Fatimah.


"Mi, I'll meet Gea's mother, I'll pick up my son" said Rose hugging Geyna.


"Darling, Gea is cruel, you don't go", exclaimed Geyna in tears.


"Mi, Fatimah is my responsibility, as her mother I have to bet my life for her, pray for me mi" said Mawar approached Mbak Lastri.


"Oh, doain Roses yes, Roses will pick up Fatimah" said Rose shed tears.


Pastri just nodded and hugged his son.


He knows as hard as he forbids Roses, Roses will still go with that intention.


Roses rushed into his car.


"The heart of the Rose" said Burhan, closing the door of the Rose's car.


Roses drove his car to Bordil's house.


Burhan follows her with a heart so that the kidnapper does not know that Burhan is with the Rose.


"Wait for mommy son.!!", exclaimed Rose drove her car faster towards her childhood home.