Lutfi Gilang's

Epilogues

Istanbul Ataturk Havalimani Hotel.

I had just put on the salt-belt after storing my luggage, straightening the chair, and folding the table. If I count, this is the fourth flight after my return to Singapore and my start to Turkey. This time, according to the information I got—accurate information—I want to continue my journey to the country of bamboo curtains. Hopefully, upon my arrival there, I will quickly get information about Lutfi, I can only hope.

Discussing the problem of the book "The Missing Lovers", unfortunately I had to stop the story of my trip because my time in Kebab Country which is famous as one of the big countries in the Eurasian region is up, it is up, and need to continue the journey.

I couldn't possibly linger there for long, even though I was actually very comfortable in that place. And, there was a thought to buy a house there. If I'm married to Lutfi, we'll settle in Turkey. But I say, of course I postpone. I cannot decide unilaterally without asking Lutfi for approval. After all, until now, I still failed to be able to find an existence for her. However, I reiterate once again, wherever he asks me to build a house, I will make it happen as soon as possible, because for me there is no place more comfortable than when I am with him, the woman I love, Lutfi Nurtika.

Some of you who read this book are somewhat disappointed by the hanging ending, although most are indifferent. But I had to do it because of time and place. Once again, I must not waste time if I have information about Lutfi. After all, lovers are worth more than work, right?

More than that, the continuation of my story in prison will actually slightly affect the genre of the story to action and mystery. So, once again, I didn't mean to ruin The Missing Lovers story, I decided to end it to stay with the advantage-romance genre. May you understand my purpose and purpose.

And I promise you readers, especially my Gilangku fans, that I will continue my travel sessions upon my arrival in Japan. So, patience.

Then, for those of you who have read both my books—Gilaku and The Missing Lovers, I really hope that among you there will be someone who will help me find information where Lutfi is. I was so hopeful. You can help me by e-mail which should be at the very end of both books.

Flight attendants and flight attendants began to pop up and do their jobs. One person as moderator, three people set an example up front, and the other stepped among the passengers, helping those who were having difficulties. After everything was ready, the plane began to take off, bringing the passengers to see the view of the sea sky. A sight I haven't been able to present to Lutfi.

If only, there were Lutfi by my side right now, I would be very happy to see the white waves like the waves on the high seas. If only Lutfi had been with me since December last year, we would have been married in February 2019, and maybe now Lutfi would have conceived my son at two or three months old, travel to Japan for recreation. If only, I could find Lutfi sooner I wouldn't have to waste money and time moving around. If only....

Ah, I seem to expect too much. I realized that what I did in Turkey was nothing more than my struggle in Indonesia. One thing that distinguishes me is that I published the novel from Lutfi's diary. Not to repeatedly go in and out of the Hospital as the story you have read before.

After this, upon my arrival in Japan, I will fight more so that I can find Lutfi, meksi must fight against a group of mafia even once, I do not care! I've wasted enough time, I can't afford to miss Lutfi's birthday, June 24. I'll definitely find him before then. I'll try, and I promise.

"Wait for me, dear Lutfi!"

Over the skies of Turkey, April 17, 2019.

Rizky Gilang Kurniawan's.

The man who's still looking for you,

Lutfi Nurtika's.