LOVE FOR THE TWINS

SPLIT UP FOR A MOMENT

after spending the week together, Ghani and Ghava as well as Khayra had to split back with Oma Alin and Opa Ali because they had to return home.

With a heavy heart Mami Alin and Papi Ali must release the three of them, there is a sense of unwillingness to have to part with their future daughters-in-law and grandchildren.

Khayra had already cleaned up all their equipment while here and was assisted by Arka.

After everything was done Khayra came out of the room followed by Arka carrying Khayra's suitcase.

As they descend, they see Mami and Papi looking sad with the position still hugging Ghani and Ghava as if they do not want to separate.

Arka and Khayra approached their parents and their two children to say goodbye.

" Huuuu, why don't you just stay here si, right Mami is still not satisfied playing with you" whined Mami Alin who still faithfully embraced Ghava.

" Yes, why don't you stay here any longer." this time Papi Ali whined as if he didn't want to part with his grandchildren.

Khayra smiled at the behavior of Arka's parents who looked very fond of her two children.

There used to be fear if Arka's parents knew that Khayra, who was just a woman, gave birth to the heir of the famous and respected Khaleed family, would not accept her two children and also herself.

But now it felt like he was tepis, because Khayra saw with his own eyes that Arka's parents accepted him and his two children with open arms.

Khayra and her two children also get a lot of love and affection from Arka's parents and they can feel the warmth of a family.

"Mi, Pi has dong not like this, later they will come again here and stay at the time of Weekand really." said Arka who did not think about the behavior of his parents.

" Basic insensitive, Mami is just as Papi is still confused with my two handsome-looking grandchildren" said Mami Alin.

" Your... Mommy they're going to school tomorrow, so they have to go home. The distance from here to the school is very far Mi." said Arka a little understanding.

" Then they're not here to go home and anyway the school belongs to our family and will belong to my two grandchildren so it doesn't matter they don't go to school." this time it was Papi Ali who spoke.

Arka sighed with a rude snort at Papi Ali who spoke like that. Endri who had just seen the drama in front of him was amused and did not end up thinking with the words of Papi Ali.

" So I mean Papi, they skipped school so, no no no no no my kids have to stay in school not to skip. Although the school will be theirs but Arka does not want them to be undisciplined and arrogant with all that they will have. So let them go home" said Arka who no longer knows how to persuade his parents.

Khayra who saw this debate that would never be finished finally opened his mane and gave understanding to the parents of Arka.

" Om, Aunt calm down, although sikembar is not here Om and Aunty can meet with sikemar kok and Om, Om, Aunty can also take a trip or take a twin to stay here again, Khayra allows." said Khayra who gave permission for Arka's parents to spend time with cymbals.

Because he knew that Mami Alin and Papi Ali still felt longing for their two children. Five years does not take a while they know if they already have grandchildren.

" Well then, Mami and Papi let them go home." Mami Alin finally resigned to let her two grandchildren go home.

" Well let's go now" Arka told Khayra and her two children.

" yes. Ghani, Ghava let's go check on Oma, Opa and Uncle Endri."

" Okay Ma" she approached Mami Alin and Papi Ali to say goodbye.

" Oma, Opa we go home first." said the two while kissing their Oma and Opa hands and also kissing the hand of Endri sitting next to him.

" Our uncle's coming home first."

" Yes be careful" said Endri while rubbing his hair.

" Yes, let's go Papa is waiting for us outside" Khayra said, holding her two children's hands.

"Yes Ma."

"Then Khayra said goodbye to come home, Om, Auntie." said Khayra while kissing the hands of Mami and Papi.

" Yes, be careful. Come here often."

after everyone got into the car, she waved her hand and the car that took them walked away from the Mansion.

 

On the other hand, Lukman is in his study with his employees.

" What preparation is done."

"Already sir, you just occupy it."

"Well tonight I'll come."

"Good sir." The waiter went from there and left Lukman in the room.

While enjoying Wine, Lukman thought of a way for his plan this time to be successful, as he had waited too long for what should have been his.

He picks up his cell phone and contacts someone who turns out he's calling Siska, his niece.

" Hello, it's me you've managed to get close to young Lord Khaleed" he said coldly.

" B. haven't. Uncle." said Siska across the street nervously.

" WHAT's wrong, you haven't made it, you stupid kid. Whatever you've been doing all this time Ha.." said Lukman emotionally.

" I'm sorry Uncle, it's so hard for me to get close to him. You know Uncle he's always with his assistant and there's no way for me to get close to him" Siska said.

" Wear that little bit of your brain. If you can't approach him directly, you can approach him in a way you yourself know what to do."

"Okay, Uncle I understand."

" It's good if you understand. I don't want you to fail this time to remember this is the last chance I give so do it well."

"Good Uncle." The phone connection was cut off.

Lukman was so excited to see that his nephew was completely useless. He had always failed to get close to the Young Master of the Khaleed family.

" Ilyas, Ibrahim you both have given me betrayal and misery, I'll make sure your family gets destroyed in my hands just like when you died in my hands and I'll be able to get what's supposed to be mine."

I don't know what makes Lukman feel such a great grudge like this and with the heart he kills him, only he knows.

While he was remembering the suffering he had, the door to his study was knocked and entered a very beautiful and sexy woman even though she was old into the workspace lukman.

With her graceful style the woman approached the lukman table.

" Look, lunch is ready."

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