Muslimah for Mafia Psychopath
27.
"This is your room, I hope you like it all." Peter opened a door next to his room.
Again Unni became shocked, seeing the contents of the room. He even thought that Peter had shown the room wrongly to him.
"This is indeed your room, everything has been prepared when you know everything. If there's nothing you like, just say it."
Unni looked back at everything in the room, for her all this was completely out of her power. Meet suddenly, get help, and be reunited with his family.
"Is this not too fancy for me?" He lowered his face where both eyes had already condensed.
Knowing from the tone of voice he heard, the two arms were coiled and brought back a petite body into his arms.
It was very felt if the tiny body trembled, as hot as it was in its dikes. Where in the end, Peter concluded that the life of his previous brother was very much different from the present.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry you found you late. Sorry." Peter's tears then escaped to flow.
The sense of regret and guilt was growing, the thing where when he knew his sister's life was very much different from what he gave now. Living alone in a country of people and being one of the backbones for the survival of others, makes Peter can not imagine everything.
Slowly with his movements, both Unni's hands returned the embrace.
"Don't ever leave me alone again, brother. Please." Say Unni with shrewdness.
The deg!
Hearing the speech made Peter feel a cool air approaching him, a very happy feeling for him. For years he had longed for this, and now he finds it back with a long struggle.
"Mmm, it won't. Brother will never leave you, never Khumairoh."
Both of them expressed a deep longing, For many years separated by distance and time. Now they are back together.
"Come in, you still need a lot of rest." Loosened the embrace and gently rubbed the top of Unni's head.
" My name is Nafisah Kamilatunnissa kak, not Khumairoh." With a sullen face, Unni explained to Peter.
"Astaghfirullah, really? But, my face is not red." By holding his face, Unni tried to convince.
Nah!
"Oh, this violence is called." The little lip protest.
"Eat him, don't protest much. Because the older brother was born to you and knows the name, the older brother will show the proof. There rest, protest usually." Withstanding a smile, Peter was happy.
"Yes, but.." Unni benefits her sentence.
"But what? Protest again, huh!" Peter widened both of his eyes.
"Ish, people want the direction of the Qibla where. Keep getting angry, his face wrinkles quickly." Unni Grin.
"What's? What do you say, a lot of wrinkles? You ungodly sister, gini-gini many women are queuing up."
"Sembako queue huh, hahaha." Laughter filled the mansion.
All the servants and guards in the mansion felt a sense of happiness, as his master had now rediscovered his sister and his smiles and laughter had adorned, filling the mansion.
Full of doubts to answer the question that Unni had given him earlier, then he called one of the servants in the mansion to ask back what Unni had given him. Just so the waiter knew, made Peter a little relieved. Then they parted to go into each other's rooms, resting the body that still needed it more.
The happiness was also Unni felt, where she hoped to be reunited with her family and now it has been fulfilled. However, everything still contained a huge question mark within him.
...Oh God, thank you for everything. None of this would have happened if you had no permission. But, there are still so many irregularities. Huh, strengthen your servant, O Lord....
On the other side of the room, Peter looked longingly at a figura on his desk. Wiping it with tenderness.
...Don't worry anymore, Khumairoh I have found and am now with me. I won't let him feel what we used to feel, he deserves to be happy. I will make amends for all my mistakes and delays in finding them, pray for us to be together, mother, baba....
