Missing Voice Azhan

S.2. Akila Life

Assalamualaikum

Miss azhan sound second season is up yes.this time the author will tell the story of Akila's love journey full of life drama that will certainly tear apart the feelings of the reader.hehehe 😄😄😄

Yuk just right away.don't forget to leave a trace. Hope you like yes 😘

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"Assalamualaikum.ma."

The melodious voice of a long straight-haired girl dangling sounded smooth in a simple house far from the word luxury. Just a small house with a few rooms. One living room, 3 rooms and a kitchen mixed with a dining table and a small bathroom.

"Son't gone home."

The voice of the little boy reciting from the direction of the kitchen together with his petite body appeared with a sumringah face. Not long later followed by a teenage girl who is no less beautiful than the girl.

"Silver Kila, how come you're home ? It's still very day." Amanda fitria, a teenage girl who is currently sitting in class 2 Junior High, welcomed her brother's arrival by breaking down a sweet smile on her lips.

"Don't you bring ice cream for Adit ?" This time a small voice belonging to the youngest brother chimed in his brother's speech.

Akila, rubbing Manda's head (call for her younger sister) gently lovingly. Then turn to little Aditya Ginanjar, with a beautiful smile adorning his lips.

"No donk, you never forget Adit's favorite ice cream." He said by squatting to equal his height with his youngest brother, then his hand grabbed a plastic bag containing ice cream in his bag.

Adit looks very excited, the 6-year-old little boy was so happy even though only got by by a pack of his favorite ice cream.

"Thank you brother."

"What does brother do donk do ? Time is just a thank you." Akila's temptation to her sister.

"Nonsense." His great-grandson but still the boy put his lips close to the cheek of the brother.

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Akila giggled amusedly at the funny behavior of her sister who immediately ran after kissing her. Amanda stared at her sister.

"Why deck, would you like to kiss big brother too ?" His god because he saw his serious sister was staring at him.

Amanda rolled her eyeballs off guard, the girl resting her hands on the older sister who was greeted by Akila's confused look.

"Es cream for me where's brother ? Adek doang dapet time." He seemed to understand his brother's eyes.

Akila laughed softly and then pinched Amanda's chubby cheeks.

"You want to, too, but baby it's over. I only bought one."

"Isshh.kak kakak mah favorit, only Adit time is bought." He said with his hands that had sides on his chest, but his face had a frown mode.

Seeing her sister sulking made the girl stare a smile. Anxious Akila kissed her sister's forehead and handed her a pack of her favorite chocolate ice cream.

"Mana maybe brother forgot brother sister brother. Of course, I also buy Manda."

Suddenly the teenage girl's face changed. He quickly picked up his favorite chocolate ice cream and kissed his beloved sister's cheek.

"Thank you brother, Manda wants to go kitchen first. Oh yeah mom's in the garden she said she wanted a vegetable stick." He said as he walked towards the kitchen.

Akila let out a long sigh with eyes that turned soft. The girl knew what her sister meant. His mother must have gone to a vegetable garden owned by Darto, the richest man in the village. Especially if not to work as a vegetable picker owned by Darto.

The work of the people in his village is mostly farmers and gardening. Just like his mother who worked as a farm worker. And the job has long been cultivated by his mother since the death of his father 5 years ago.

Sometimes his mother also sold a traveling cake when their money was not enough to eat. It's a shame for their lives, and it's lucky that Akila is such a smart girl that she gets a scholarship for an outstanding child at her school.

That was the life of Akila's family long before she worked at Mr. Aryan's K.Z.Group. After he worked there, their lives gradually began to change. He can provide for daily needs and also finance the school of his two younger siblings. And of course his mother no longer worked hard to support the four of them.

But the mother is the type of parent who does not want to depend on others even if it is her child. Even though her life had begun to change better, still the middle-aged woman always did her job as usual, becoming a vegetable picking worker in the garden owned by Juragan Darto.

Juragan Darto himself in addition to the rich people in the village, he is a very generous person. His attitude is very friendly to the people there. So no wonder if he is respected in the village of Duren.

Akila realized from the daydream and then he immediately moved from his seat to his room. After changing her work clothes with casual clothes, Akila came out of her room and headed for the kitchen.

It was late in the afternoon, and surely soon his mother would be home. Akila quickly made dishes for their dinner menu. Just simple dishes, namely stir-fried kale, fried fish and anchovy sambal.

Sure enough, he finished cooking right along with his mother who had just entered the house through the back door. The mother was of course surprised to find her eldest daughter who was already at home, while the day still shows at 3 pm.

"Assynolajet..If you're home, son." Greet Ningrum's mother to her daughter.

Akila turned and smiled, rushing the girl to leave her job washing her old cooking utensils, then grabbed her mother's hand and kissed the back of her hand which looked very rough. Understand the work of his mother is as a laborer, so it is natural that his hands are rough.

"Mother is tired, rest first mom, Kila has made warm tea for mom."

Instead of answering her mother's question, Akila instead told her mother to sit in a wooden chair. Gently the girl stomped on Bu Ningrum's feet which had already started to wrinkle.

Ms. Ningrum smiled with eyes fixed on her daughter's pretty face. The face of her eldest daughter was so similar to her late husband, Mr. Deni. Gently her hand stroked dear Akila's head.

"Is there a problem in the office ?"

Akila smiled and shook her head.

"Is your job okay ?"

Again he replied with a nod of his head, but his hands were still busy twitching his mother's legs.

"Why did you come home, son ? Unlike usual who came home in the afternoon even sometimes until night." Ask in a soft tone.

"No matter what mom, there was a meeting with an important client and it was not long, so Mr. Dhafa told Kila to go home, because there was no more work." His words explained to his mother with a smile.

"O I see, I think you're fired son."

Deg

The girl's heart suddenly throbbed in pain, her face briefly turned sad, but she quickly controlled it, lest her mother realize the look of her sad face.

"No-no ma'am, Kila's job is done. Come on ma'am take a shower after that we eat together, Kila's been cooking mom's favorite food." He tried to divert their conversation.

Bu Ningrum smiled gently then nodded his head. The middle-aged woman inched from her seat towards the bathroom after drinking her warm tea a little.

Akila looked down at her mother's back that had disappeared behind the bathroom, a heavy sigh coming out of her sharp nose. There were no tears flowing down both of his cheeks. But quickly the girl removed it so as not to be caught by the others.

Mom I'm sorry. Kila lied to my mother.

TB