My Sweet Journey's

Hope

Mala rounded her eyes when the woman had breakfast before noon aka brunch the next day. Everyone woke up late, ART was no exception. Fortunately Mala is not fussy, kanjeng mami only ordered to heat food that can still be eaten, the rest of the event yesterday.

"Your info is valid?" Mala asked Santo, with the assistant nodding confidently. Saint had even received a copy of Zaiharudin Hutomo's adoption letter. Mala looked seriously at the piece of paper the assistant had just given her. A copy of the official adoption letter obtained from the local court.

Santo then explained that if Rossa would tell Aria directly, Nurul guaranteed it. So they don't have to worry.

"For Uti, morning Om San.to." Adnan walked half a bristle and still yawned. The boy looked adorable with his pillow face.

"Eat in the room if you are still sleepy. Let bi Sumi get it." Mala rubbed Adnan's head. Orphan, how sorry this child is. The data Santo collected overnight, showing that Adnan died in a fire. Because there was no one to care for, Adnan was handed over to the orphanage, when he was one year old.

The corner of Mala's eyes condensed in memory of Adnan's fate. "No, mom said that eating should be on the dinner table, unless it hurts." Adnan smiled as bi Sumi took her breakfast. Actually Rossa had taught Adnan to be independent, but since he was now at Aria Loka's house, there was a possibility that the boy would get extra services like the king's son.

As they began to eat, Amato's room door opened. Come out a pair of newlyweds who are not friendly. The corners of Mala and Santo's lips were drawn, this one seemed to fail the first night.

"What the hell?" Shilda said judes to her husband.

"Shilda, don't be so, so-so is your husband."

"What's that about mom?" Amato Protest.

"Mom, he's a slob. Cook fart baune bomb cake...."

Laughter explodes on the dining table. With Adnan directly made a vomiting movement. "Aante jorookk! Huweekkk." Uh Adnan's vomiting. Amato directly lifted the boy to the nearest sink. Shilda gawked at the results of her own obsolescence.

"Eh new manten, if by the way censored yes." The saint gave a warning to Shilda who instead replied to her with a challenging gaze. Adnan resumed eating after they changed the subject.

Shilda though she was half anti-Amato, but at breakfast, the girl was willing to serve her husband. Apparently when he returned home, Shilda was set up by Kinan and his mother. How to behave to the husband.

Saint and Mala looked at each other. The two glanced code-filledly, seeing Amato's widened smile get the attention of his absurd wife

"Dad..mother...." Adnan shouted as he saw Aria and Rossa walking down the stairs. Seeing the satisfied hue on Aria's face, it can be ascertained that this pair has been scored.

"Morning, Nan. Eaten already?" asked Rossa who immediately kissed the top of the son's head followed by Aria. Everyone looked at the coco on the two people who had just sat before them. There was nothing strange, no kissmark marks or redness around the neck of Rossa or Aria.

Rossa had warned from the beginning not to leave a mark on the neck when they love each other. Aria promised with a note, "If I remember." Well, who the hell can remember when the mind has been taken flying into space.

"Ehem.I have a little announcement." Aria's words attracted everyone's attention. They moved to the family room. Adnan has started to take lessons with Mala.

"Maybe some of you already know about Adnan." Aria paused her speech. The man looked at everyone in front of him. Shilda and Rossa were in the kitchen, so there were only Santo, Amato, Mala and Adnan. But the boy did not seem to understand the adult talk. Plus, Rossa taught Adnan not to talk when adults were talking. Unless asked.

"He's Rossa's adopted son." Lirih Aria's. Of the three people only Amato looked surprised. Mala and Santo do not, it indicates that both of them already know about this.

"I thought about it last night. What if I took over this letter, uh I mean raised Adnan to be my son." I don't know what the term is so important. Aria kept thinking about it all day. Even when the two had a brief two-round hot session this morning. That desire was so strong in Aria's heart.

"Have you asked her mother yet?" Amato asked while drinking coffee made by his wife, mantaap, now he has something to take care of, kekeh Amato in the heart.

"not yet. Just thought about it this morning." Reply Aria while scratching her head.

"What it is should be discussed with the wife first. Remember, this is a message for all of you. Make husbands and husbands." Mala's eyes swept over the three men sitting in front of her. Isn't this very happy. Spending the rest of our lives surrounded by those who love us. Enjoy what else you deny. Both Aria, Amato and Santo nodded in understanding.

"Nan, wouldn't you have Aria's father?" mala asked, watching Adnan's fingers coloring.

"You dong, mbah uti." Adnan replied quickly. Okay, all right, just talk to Rossa, hope that woman agrees with her idea.

Elsewhere, Hamzah appears to have come out of his room, wearing a navy shirt and black pants. The look was ordinary but the damage was incredible. At Rossa's house, a clean-up process is underway under Adinda's command.

"Where?" adinda asked as Hamzah said goodbye while kissing her mother's hand.

"Meet In Shaa Allah is quite special in the heart." Hamzah's Grin. The man as beautiful as Aria seemed to remember her chat last night with Nisa, yes the special thing in Hamzah's heart is Nisa. Looks like the girl started to open up, no longer stuck to Aria.

"Not alone." Adinda's Message.

"Sir Ma, this is to the mall. Find a book, he likes a book." Hamzah passed from before Adinda. Drove his car out of the big house, Hamzah's eyes occasionally glanced at his cellphone. Look at the price of gold in the market today. There are several series of gold jewelry that was launched by Hamzah store some time ago.

The man also glanced towards the drawer on his dashboard. Some sheets of paper seemed to be forcefully inserted into it. Design paper containing jewelry designs that Hamzah made for a special person in his heart.

"I wish my destiny line was up to my expectations." Hamzah's prayer in the heart.

Elsewhere, just 10 hours away from the plane, a woman was walking down the runway, at a fashion show in the big city. Katy "Suketi" Sunders, her name is getting brighter in a city known for plastic surgery.

A round of applause accompanied Katy's final steps before stepping off the stage. "You see Aria, I'll be back soon and make you open your eyes. If I was the right person to be by your side. Not anyone else." Katy was monologuing inwardly, letting a staff dress her up for the next dress.

Will everyone's wishes and expectations be fulfilled? Don't they know, sometimes what we think is good for us, isn't necessarily best for us. Remember, He is the best planner for all his people, though sometimes the reality is too bitter for us to swallow.

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