Karma 2 (Najwa Humaira)
Chapter 8: Return Home
Abile. Do you remember Bella's sister? Well, he's the little one who saw Demon Prince Lucifer fearlessly. The child has grown up even his good looks can sedate women without having to seduce the style of a handyman looking for attention. Calm attitude, cheerful eyes with lips teasing like rose petals.
It has been so long since his departure from being sent to Cairo without being able to put up a fight. Now he can only be grateful for the gift he feels. However, the journey of life is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. Footsteps follow every trace he once left behind.
"Ka, all this time and nothing has changed? Except the trees are getting higher and even bear fruit. Wow really," Abil was amazed to see everything in the boarding area. The yearning for many years was finally treated, "Where is Ka Bella? I can't wait to surprise you."
The brother's enthusiasm makes Azzam happy. Somehow his heart felt a change in the direction of the wind that brought peace. Was it because of Abil's arrival? He does not know, all is still a mystery but not with the reality that is in sight.
Azzam invited Abil to enter their home, "Assalamu'alaikum, Mommy, Wawa, Emir. Come here!"
The voice of the call was firm, clear without any coercion that resounded distracting the three people from the living room. Those gathered waiting for Azzam rushed out of the room, then walked over to the living room. Where the head of the family sits with someone.
The position of sitting back to back, making the three people still do not realize the existence of Abil who deliberately wanted to surprise her brother. So that when the footsteps sound closer, then he moved and then turned around. His eyes full of longing stared at the thirsty affection of an older brother.
Najwa and the Emir look at each other, while Bella is stunned to find Abil standing before her. The face may change, the body may enlarge, but a sweet smile with that hopeful look? Only one of his sister's. Abil was half a breath apart from a merciless embrace.
The black-hijab woman whose beautiful smile she always admired scathed her arms around her without excuse, "I miss you always. If only my mother were with us ... Sorry, Ka. Tell me how you doing?"
How can he open old wounds? When life is more than good. The reality is that everything goes without obstacles like his childhood life. The first meeting after so many years is getting warmer because every family member has a chance to get to know each other.
After some time talking about something simple. Azzam asked the Emir to deliver Abil to another room that is rightfully the young man, while Bella assisted Najwa to prepare a light snack in the kitchen. The little family was busy spending time, even so busy not realizing the darkness came to say hello.
"Mother, Wawa wants to ask you something, is it okay?" Najwa put the fries in a jar, then he concocted a powdery condiment that could add the taste of the potato.
The high curiosity of the princess indeed decreased from him. He understood that he had to be more careful in addressing the slightest question from Najwa. Without many words, outstretched hands are enough to be the answer. The girl put down the jar after closing tightly.
The gaze of the sunken eyes stared at the darkness of the night through the still open glass window without the curtain of cover. "How does Mother survive when dealing with her? Is sacrifice necessary? Wawa thought over and over, but there was no answer. Our past is shrouded in a fog of shadow. Samar without certainty."
