Khanza and Gracio

6. Spring In The Land of Windmills.

Right after performing the Dzuhur prayer, Rara's journey began. The sun was shining quite brightly, but the air temperature felt very warm. It is a good time to see tulips. Seeing the condition of the beauty of the best tulips that look blooming is very beautiful. Located in a large keunkenhof flower garden. It looks like a flower field which is one of the most beautiful gardens in the world.

Not only tulips, there are also cherry blossoms, orchids, roses, lavender and other subtropical plants.

During this time Rara only saw the beauty of one of the windmill countries it was only through the internet and some articles.

Now he sees firsthand and really very beautiful and extraordinary. Truly he praised the beauty of Allah SWT's creation.

Next they visited to see the windmill in the village of Kinderdijk.

Continue to visit the Amsterdam Canal.

They went down the canal by using a tourist boat to join other tourists. Many tourists from the homeland who come to see tours in the country.

Not to forget they devote the moment of travel in all three places in photos and video recordings using mirrorless and also cameras in mobile phones.

A week of travel, Rara is tired and wants a break. There are still two more weeks of school holidays to see the beauty of other tours of this country.

Rara and Yuri are currently in an airport lounge. The two have just arrived from one of the cities in the country, and will return to the Khanza hotel located in the center of Amsterdam.

Rara sipped her drink to the end because she was very thirsty. Then look back at the photos and video footage of their journey on camera. Some are posted in some online sites. He also did not forget to send to papa mama and her three brothers.

"Everything's beautiful. But you're more beautiful and beautiful. Have fun my dear sister!" his third brother's reply.

"Enjoy your holiday, baby. Take care and take care of your health. Love you my princess!" rafa and Ara's reply.

"Rara?" a call was heard from behind them. Rara turned her gaze towards the voice.

Rara was surprised but also happy after seeing the person. A beautiful and graceful woman at her age of more than half a century.

"Aunt Nesa?" call him with a frowning face.

Rara immediately got up from her seat, then welcomed the older sister of her father.

Ara immediately kissed the back of her aunt's hand, then the two hugged each other and splashed.

Yuri also goes to Nesa.

"I didn't think we'd meet here!" nesa said as soon as they sat down.

"Yes bik, Rara also did not expect. How come aunt is here? isn't it in Paris?"

"It just so happens that aunty has an appointment to meet with one of the working partners here. Auntie's been in the country for five days. And aunt will return home. Aunty's flight time is a few hours away."

"Oh that...!" rara knows.

"Who are aunt here? what's alone?" ask Rara back. He wished that Nesa would only come alone.

Nesa smiled understandingly at this question of her nephew.

"You don't worry, aunt is alone! Your brother's in Australia. He has lived there for two months. And it looks like he'll stay there longer because of work. So you can move freely in this country" said Nesa while poking the tip of Rara's nose gently with a face that is still decorated with a smile. She knew Rara hated her son so much as a child. Nesa also did not mention Cio's name because she knew Rara hated that name.

Rara felt bad for her aunt. Fortunately, her aunt understood. Rara is also relieved to know that Cio is not in Europe.

But even if that man was in this country to even meet by accident with her, he wouldn't know. Because he doesn't know what Cio looks like now. He only remembers a small face during Junior High. And he also did not find out about his older cousin on the Internet or on online sites.

"How was your trip? A few days ago, aunt talked to your papap. Your father said you were in Holland. Auntie sure your trip must be fun." Nesa's switching their conversation.

Rara's expression turned cheerful.

"Of course, very fun. Rara's very happy."

He recounted his trip visiting tourist attractions in several places in the country with great enthusiasm.

The beauty of the place, its culinary snacks, the hospitality of the community, as well as others. There is much more to be said about the beauty of this country.

Not far from where they were, a smiling face of its own heard his story so excited. Also look at her adorable funny looking facial expression.

Right, without feeling the time is so fast passing. The little baby she saw in the hospital when her mother was born, has now grown into a sweet teenage girl, also soft heard from her soft and polite speech.

Cio so miss their togetherness first. When I was a kid. Always with Khanza, playing together, teaching a lot of things including talking and stepping.

Khanza is closer to her than her brother. Khanza who prefers to play with her than with her three brothers and Cia.

Khanza who always invites him to play dolls, cook, so the king and queen, princess and prince. Go up to his back to play with the horses and ask in the carrying. Khanza who always sleeps with him and asks to read a fairy tale. Khanza who always stood beside him during prayer and followed his every move. Khanza always pranks him when he studies. The loyal Khanza waited for him to return to school. Khanza who likes to climb into his lap and kiss his face.

"Khanza darling, I really miss you. Will we be like before? I really miss you and want to hug you like you were a kid!" cio said sadly.

"Sorry deck, it has made you feel that hatred. Brother didn't mean it that way, really! Until this moment, my sister still loves you and will continue to love you forever. You're brother sister, only you. Not the little girl you saw. Brother never forgot you." he muttered again as he stared at the photos and video footage of their childhood. The photo is still stored on his phone. He kept it very well. And when longing to whack at his little sister, he treated her by looking at the photo and the recording.

He stared back at those who were hugging each other as Nesa was about to enter the plane's waiting room.

Rara escorted her aunt to the entrance.

The two immediately ordered a taxi to take them to the hotel.

Cio told some of his men to follow their journey.

Phone's ringing. Call from Rafa.

"Daddy's Assynualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam." Rafa's voice from across.

Rafa explained what he meant by calling. Cio's face was tense from emotions. For a while there was serious conversation between them.

"Okay Daddy, I get it. Let me handle it. Daddy doesn't have to intervene!"

"Get yourself there, son, take care of your health. Remember... don't eat late and take a moment to rest as busy as you work." said Ara as soon as Rafa finished with the conversation.

"I always remember Ante's message and definitely did. I love Ante." said Cio.

"Ante loves you too!"

Phone's on the lid.

Cio took the other phone and called Simon.

"Find out about company X data. Send it to me as soon as you get it. I want to be quick."

"Okay sir." answered the voice from across.

"How dare you humiliate and hurt my sister" said Cio growled, a voice on tap.

Cia, although not always with him, and sometimes often clash of mouth when they meet, but she is very fond of her only sister, as well as her mother.

Whatever their wishes are always obeyed, including in financial terms.

Although Cia gets money from Rafa and Nesa, she also transfers money every month to her sister's account.

And he really likes the attitude of Cia who is not too fond of squandering money for something that is not so important.

But unfortunately in terms of work, Cia is not so interested. He should have continued the business that Maya inherited after her grandmother left the world for five years ago because of her illness. The business venture was temporarily handled by Ara and Nesa. Will be handed over to Cia when it's ready.

And now his sister just had a bad incident. Being harassed and almost a victim of rape by her former lover who did not accept being left behind after waiting for her.

And his Daddy, told the identity of the man who came from the upper class.

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