Istikharah Love Jibril Emerson

Chapter #55 -

"Yes, Ummi. I ... I. ..." Jibril's breath gasped as he again ran at the airport because Jibril got up late. "I don't want to buy another morning ticket, Ummi. Tired, tired," complained Jibril who was talking to his mother on the phone.

However, the mother was not concerned about Jibril, she was surprised, laughing at Jibril who had twice empty of missing the plane." Yes, be patient. Work is part of worship, suppose you are currently worshiping," Umm Firda kekeh from across the phone.

"Jibril, do you need your own private jet? Which is special for you to work," continued the father.

"No need, Bi. It's already there," replied Jibril as he adjusted his breathing which was still panting. "Yes, I've checked in, I'll call again if it's in London" said Jibril later.

"Be careful, Jay. There is a big and free country" exclaimed the mother who made Jibril chuckle.

"Yes, Ummi. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

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"All the seats are filled, but why haven't they flown, Mom?" ayesha asked the mother who was busy with her phone. "Mom .." whined Ayesha while pulling her mother's hand.

"Wait a minute, dear," replied Christie.

"There's still no one coming, Ay. The seat on Aunty's side is still empty" Eliza continued because no one had occupied the seat next to her. "Ayesha sits sweet first, yes. Don't forget to put the seatbelt on."

"Oh, okay," Ayesha replied then she sat quietly in her own chair.

Eliza leaned her back on the back of the chair, she opened her phone and there were countless incoming messages from several people. When Eliza focused on replying to the message one by one, the last ride they were waiting for had finally come and was now sitting on Eliza's side.

The two people were completely at a loss for words right now, so the two could only look at each other. Christie who realized it was just a smile, let alone clearly visible from the gaze of the two people that they have something in their hearts.

Doesn't anyone say that the eyes are the windows of the heart?

Jibril immediately turned his eyes away and so did Eliza when Ayesha suddenly called out to Jibril. "Want to go home too?" ask Ayesha.

"Yes, I want to go to work," replied Jibril a little sigh, he blinked a few times, making sure this was not just a dream. Jibril had thought his meeting with Eliza at the airport two days ago and then continued with a lack of coffee together would be their last meeting.

But it seems like fate still wants to continue to play with both of them, stabbing the hearts and minds of those who are now again disturbed.

"I never thought we'd see each other again here, Gabriel. The world is narrow too, yes." Christie chuckled as she looked at Eliza. While Eliza threw her eyes out the window, she tried to regulate her heart that beat very fast.

Eliza wanted to switch seats with Christie, but she was afraid Jibril would be offended. "Hi," said Jibril finally, which made Eliza immediately turn her head and throw a stiff smile. "I didn't expect us to meet again here" said Jibril then who was only responded with a faint smile by Eliza.

Seeing Eliza's indifferent reaction making Jibril feel wrong about himself, he wondered if Eliza was deliberately indifferent because of their relationship in the past? Or is there another reason?

Because he felt himself ignored, Jibril also closed his mouth tightly. He put his seatbelt on properly, after which Jibril sat down in lean and covered his face with a jacket.

"He ignored you, ignore him Jibril!" inner Jibril said cynically. "Take it as a stranger, it's much better."

While Eliza can only be seen the cold attitude of Jibril, especially the man now covers his face, as if he really does not know Eliza. "Say Christie you're a friendly person, but how come my attitude is the same? Like an ice cube, you ice cube master."