My uncle my husband

Amza Attahaya's

The separation was inevitable and the last wave of the teacher appeared before Raisa and Amza turned back and that day she flew to her homeland.

Raisa stared at the entire plane. Before long, the entire contents of the plane appeared to be blurred and a liquid inundated in his eyes.

"Mom's? Are you ok?" Amza looked worried but hastily Raisa wiped her tears. Now his return to Indonesia with his true identity and there will be no one to welcome them.

"Yes, Amza should look after Momy while there, right?" Amza nodded his head assuring, at her young age Amza was already used to seeing something extraordinary in the eyes of others but not in the eyes of Amza.

A sense of freedom or perhaps great pressure now hit Raisa's chest as the plane took off and flew, Raisa looked at Amza who looked tired and yawned.

"Amza just sleep. Momy'll wake up when we get there." Amza nodded obediently on a journey that would somehow be what it was Amza fell asleep.

At an airport when the plane reached Jakarta Raisa and Amza finally breathed a sigh of relief, whether it feels like a heavy burden or taking off a heavy burden but Raisa clearly does not know what she will look like now.

Should she go back to her past world and get her hands dirty with blood, Raisa shakes her head but what she must do she also does not know for sure. But again the original purpose was re-stated, Raisa remembered if her family needed it.

"Mom's? I want to go to the toilet, okay?" Raisa smiled and took her son's hand to the toilet area. Raisa lets her son enter the men's room alone and herself waits by the door.

"Padadadadadim.. " Amza's voice was playing in the bathroom. A man seems to touch his head.

"Focus when you pee." Said the man, Amza raised her face and saw a tall man with beautiful eyes and something that felt familiar to her.

"Uncle is very handsome." Babe Amza made the man appear to smile at a glance and their eyes finally clashed.

"You are also very sweet." Amza and the foreign man finished their defecation and met face to face.

"What's your name, son?" Asked the man, he remembered someone he had injured six years ago.

"Amza, I'm Amza Attahaya." The man immediately glared at hearing the boy's name.

"It's a strange coincidence, isn't it, I'm Karel Attahaya." They looked at each other again.

"Sorry uncle, Momy is waiting for me in front of the toilet I have to hurry." Karel nodded himself following the small steps that came out of that bathroom.

"Momy?" Amza smiled as her mother was still faithfully waiting for her. And the shock seemed to be felt in the hearts of Raisa and the man.

"Shey?" The man finally greeted him first staring at the very face of his mound that even their last and first meeting was only for 24 hours.

"Hi Gilang? Or maybe Karel?" Karel smiled wryly.

"Mom's? Does Mommy know Uncle Karel?" Raisa nodded and stroked her son. Karel felt that there was something strange he felt the longing was real and the release of the longing seemed to torture him even more.

"Uncle?" Amza looked at Karen who seemed to be feeling something bitter, Karel looked at Raisa asking for an explanation of what really happened.

"Is there lunch time together?" Barrel but Raisa shook her head.

"No, I gotta hurry." Amza felt that Momynya was avoiding Karel.

"I'm sorry." Raisa took Amza by the hand and turned to leave Karel alone and looked at the back of the woman she so longed for.

'should I let it go?' The question was finally out of Karel's heart and instantly an answer must have been engraved clearly. "No!"

Karel chased after Raisa and finally he found the woman and held Raisa tightly from behind.

"Roise don't go anymore." That's what Karel said, Amza looked at the two as if there was something they had not finished before.

Raisa turned around feeling the eight getting tighter hugging her. Amza is increasingly convinced that the familiarity she previously felt with Karel is not a coincidence but there is indeed a thing that binds them.

"Dedy?" Finally the conclusion that can be taken by a boy as small as Amza, watching how long the two misses wavy.

Karel looked at Amza who seemed to be what the boy and himself felt as Karel took off his arms from Raisa and looked down at Amza.

"Yes, I'm sorry, baby." Karel held Amza and hugged her until a tear melted in her eyes and began to feel the comfort she had always been waiting for.

Amza can feel if the blood is thicker than water and they can be together not because of what is called coincidence but something that is certain and that is what is called destiny.

"Karel, stop it. There's still so much I have to do in the future I don't want you to sacrifice my son for your purposes." Karel smiled bitterly at the words of Raisa who seemed to be splitting the wound on her chest increasingly enlarged.

"I'm not going to sacrifice anyone." Karel looked into the eyes of Raisa who was now unusual in lying again the eyes were like glass.

"But I have to continue my work." Raisa again clasped Amza's hand in love.

"Your job is just one now." Raisa was stunned and saw the liquid seeping in Karel's eyes.

"Your job is only one, and it's happy." Raisa smiled as if they understood each other they embraced in the crowd of people who passed by.

"I miss you, Raisa." Karel spoke and grabbed the body. He would never let go of her for life.

The happiness that Raisa imagines is in fact the same as what is in the mind of Karel, Karel and Raisa feel very tired to live life.

"Antonio?" Raisa spoke as if asking about the man with a million tricks.

"He was mutilated by his own partner, they split the man's body parts and each carried one." Raisa stunned.

"And You?" Karel raised his Eyebrow feeling uneasy with Raisa.

"Do you want my life?" Raisa smiled gently and pinched Karel's pointed nose.

"Not only life, I want your body." Karel giggled amusedly at that, Amza felt at peace getting her parents intact and she was already preparing to split the world.

"I'm giving it up completely." Karel said while hugging Raisa full of longing. They put their feelings together in silence before finally a longing kiss melds into one uniting something delayed first.

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