
Barraq sat by the open window. No matter if there is a cold coming in. Since then the handsome man who is gaining success is busy fiddling with his black cell phone. Some online news stole his attention. The news is of course related to the incident eight months ago. Ever since his encounter with the veiled girl, thought Barraq so wandering. He was so curious. Especially after seeing the posture and gesture that is so similar to Laila.
Barraq's eyes looked at the news one by one. But no one mentioned the condition of the victim after the incident. There was also no news that explained the sustainability of the incident. All are lost like swallowed by the earth. Barraq breathed. His eyes looked far away.
"Ah, why is the news hanging like this? Filing claims from the family or something. Strange.." murmured Barraq.
His eyes again looked at every online news tagline that existed. And again nil. Barraq again found no more detailed news about the events eight months ago on the Acacia road.
"Well...! stupid me...!" Barraq.
His hand threw the phone without seeing where the flat object landed. He felt so guilty and sorry for the slowness of realizing what was really so important in his life. He rubbed it with his face as a form of annoyance.
"Why haven't I been looking for his grave since he disappeared into my arms? Or maybe his family. Yes, to say thank you. Ah, I'm too busy with company.." Inner Barraq.
"What should I do? Where should I start...?"
Barraq's fingers collide on a small, brown table nearby. The sound of the beat is sometimes rhythmic, sometimes chaotic. Maybe according to his current heart situation that is up and down like a roller coaster.
YOKE...
A pat came over Barraq's shoulder. And that certainly makes Barraq tiptoe. Simultaneously, Barraq twisted his body.
"Dad.." said Barraq when he found out the owner of the hand.
Emran smiles. His eyes looked at the second boy. For then, sit next to Barraq.
"What's wrong? I noticed you were so agitated...?" emran.
Next to her hand shook Barraq's shoulder until it swung small.
"Dad remember Laila Ratri Hadiningrat? The girl I told you about..."
"Ow, the girl who helped you uncover Ethan and Jarwo's cheating and his plot?"
"Yes.." said Barraq.
"Of course remember. If he's alive, he'll be my son-in-law." said Emran.
His lips are smiling. A smile teased the taste of the second boy. With Emran joking, Barraq smiled.
"Em, what if dad's words come true? Laila became the daughter-in-law of our house?"
"Son, didn't you tell me yourself about Laila's condition back then? And Laila's gone forever?"
"What if Laila's still alive?'
"Son...."
"Well, none of the news mentions that Laila as a victim who lost his life. And the news is not sustainable. Stop only until the day of the incident. And after that there was no news. And Barraq's stupidity, Barraq never tried to find Laila" Barraq said.
From the tone of his speech it is clear if he is upset.
"Search what? His grave? His family?" emran flat said.
"Everything, Dad. Counting reduces guilt for my own stupidity"
"Then, start. Why do you drag on in your gloom?"
"Barraq was really confused, where to start..."
The handsome man who was the crown prince in El Khasif's family, raised his body. His long legs held his body weight. His eyes looked back. Where not. His hands were kept in his two pants.
Emran soon followed in his footsteps. The man who had just returned to get his life after Jarwo stolen it stood in line with Barraq's fingers. Through the tail of his eyes, Emran looked at the face of his second son. There were ripples in his heart as he saw the shaky strokes on the face of that handsome boy.
"I'm sorry, son. I can't tell you the truth. You have to find it yourself. It's a father's promise to Wijoyo Hadiningrat.." - inner Emran.
"Follow your heart, son. It all starts with the heart. Em, but if you become you, I'll go straight to his family. I will look for him even to the ends of the world." said Emran.
"If Laila's really gone...?"
"That's a reality. Face it..."
"If Laila's still alive...?"
"Then follow your heart..."
Barraq looked to sigh. His eagle eyes stared at Emran for a moment. Then the smile expanded from the corner of her lips.
"Thank you, Dad." said Barraq Sumringah.
The handsome, tall man hugged Emran for a moment and then grabbed the key that had been lying on the table. He did so after reading a message on his phone.
Barraq's steps felt light. There was a deep sense in his soul. Until the handsome man who was much valued by the women was running around half soaring, like a boy got a prize. Seeing that Emran smiled amusedly. His head shook because of Barraq's polah.
"Where are you?!" emran.
"Finding love." said Barraq.
"Hai...!!" emran said in a teasing tone.
After Barraq, Emran sighed. There was despair at the end of his gaze when he saw the burning flames in the lightning of his son's eyes.
"May you find what you're looking for." murmured Emran.
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At about the same time in a different place. Laila was sitting in front of Arina and Wijoyo. The girl's gaze was stored at the end of her foot. Laila occasionally sighed.
"Ndok, rethink your decision. Don't be rash. It's about your life. Your father only gave advice not a decision." said Arini.
He said it flowed so softly. Along with that, Arini grasped the fingers of the princess only wayangnya. He knew exactly what his beloved daughter was feeling.
"Rubber. I didn't force you. Only reserving. Attar is a good officer. He loved you a long time ago. And he still chooses you, even if your condition is like this" said Wijoyo.
"Yes, Dad. Laila had considered all of that. And Laila's already at the decision-making stage..."
"Ndok.." said Arini a little high.
"Mom...Laila doesn't want like pungguk to miss the moon. The man did not necessarily love Laila. All this time, he never tried to find me to just say thank you.." said Laila.
Clearly from his tone there was a disappointment that he was feeling. The girl also shrunk the clear fur that had just slid.
"But you love him, Ndok. I don't want you to be unhappy with Attar. Because your heart is with Barraq.
"Mom, Laila has to stop this wait. Laila doesn't want to be constantly haunted by feelings that aren't necessarily reciprocated..."
"Dad agreed with your decision." said Wijoyo while fixing his seat.
"I'm sorry, Emran. I can't wait anymore. My daughter's happiness is at stake." Inner Wijoyo.
"Again what." suddenly a man said.
The man stepped up with a smile. Gesture his body while stepping so gallantly. Of course it will make the girls out there fascinated. What about Laila? Enchanted too?
"Ah, Attar. Come here." said Wijoyo.
"Ready, Ndan.." said Attar.
His long legs stepped fast. At a glance he looked towards Laila who was still dumbstruck. Attar smiled, his heart rippled when he found the girl he had loved was drifting in his mind.
"But heart, calm down. Laila...did you not hear this hammering voice...? Stop loving Barraq. There I am, La. I have loved you ever since.." Inner Attar.
"Why can't I stop thinking about Oemar Barraq El Khasif? Come, La. Stop that...! It's enough you've hoped for something completely impossible. Stop that...! Go, Barraq...!" inner Laila.