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That night Shahira returned to her family feeling devastated. Moreover, he was also showered by hundreds of questions from the reporters who were at his Grandmother's house. As soon as Syahira set foot in front of the door the reporters immediately incubated him. Hundreds of flashes of blitz lights hit his face. As soon as he heard the commotion made by the journalist Granny Syahira immediately went down to save her grandson from the journalist's attack. The door of the house was closed tightly again. Syahira was hugged by her grandmother.

“Sya, my love. Where have you been all this time?” Grandma let go of her embrace and took Syahira to the living room.

“Long story Oma. I’m tired now. Shay to shower keep resting.” Syahira is reluctant to tell stories for now. His feelings are still sad because of parting with Shamir.

“Okay. But obviously to Oma why are you wearing this kayak shirt? What are you doing Sya?”

“Sya want to wear gini rich clothes. Pooknya Oma not much nanya first yes. Tomorrow I promise I'll clear everything to Oma, okay?”

“Okaya, Oma knows you again need time alone. Have a good rest Sya.” Oma then kissed Syahira's cheek.

“Thanks Oma's. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Oma then left Syahira.

Syahira then went up to her room. The room he visited almost every week. Sometimes if Syahira came home too late and in a state of drunk he decided to return here.It is clear he will be taken by his parents the next day when he returned to his home. Omanya's house, especially the room that Syahira now lives in, was her escape when she was fed up with her house. Now there is a little different feeling when you go back to that room.

Shahira lay her body on a soft mattress for a while. He closed his eyes, the shadow of the figure of Shamir suddenly flashed in his mind. He couldn't get the man out of his memory. Holy hooch! He also forgot that Shamir had not yet cast a spell on him. Syahira then woke up in shock. How's now? Why did Shamir not remind him. Syahira forgot that in the seconds before his departure Syamir had tried to say something to Syahira. What not about that talak. Why does he not remember? How'this? where does Shamir go now? Will he return to his village? No way! Shamir has been expelled from his village. But where is he now?

Syahira paced in her room while biting the tip of her fingernails. He seemed to be thinking very hard. It had been an hour that he was pacing indistinctly.

“What should I do now? If he hasn't looked at me then right now I am, I...., I am still...”.

“Ah, no! God! Why is it like this?” Syahira then sat down in despair.

He lamented at the window with a blank look. His life has changed since that incident. In his little heart he also could not deny his feelings that began to grow in the pious man. But with the reality of his life at this time where maybe Syahira will continue his marriage with Syamir. what if the parents of Syahira know? What if everyone knew that she had been married by a man from a remote village? What did his co-worker say at the hospital? What did his girlfriend say? Yep! Edward. The man hasn't called Syahira since that night. Does he not know if Syahira has returned? why hasn't Edward been looking for Shahira all this time? Syahira began to feel complicated. That night he finally fell asleep on the floor.

“Sya! Shay! Bagun!” Syahira's mother shook Syahira's shoulders strongly.

“What?” Syahira tried to open both of her eyes. When he woke up his head felt dizzy, as if pierced by a needle.

“Where's your car? What did you come home with last night?” ask Syahira's mother.

“Why is Mami worried about him? Isn't it from yesterday that Mami is fine without Syahira? Oh, Shahira knows. Mami was worried about the car because it was an expensive car and Dad would be furious if he knew the car was gone? But, what can I do. The car was gone.” Syahira summed up a sly smile and spoke to her mother in a satirical-sounding tone.

‘Plak!’ Syahira's mother slapped Syahira's cheek.

“Basic kids don't know they're lucky! Where did you lose that car, huh? Answer!” Syahira's mother looked angry. With a grumbling mouth he faced his son.

“Cuh (spit)! So it turns out that Mami cares more about the car than her own son. All right, to be honest, Sya that night had an accident and the car exploded. And you know what? He almost died for it! But lucky there someone who helps me. So I can get back here safely.” Syahira looked bitterly at her mother's face.

“What? A car crash? You think Mami would believe that? You must sell the car is not for fun-foya with your girlfriend who is not clear? Why you, don't lie!”

“How many times must I say that I was in an accident! It's up to you if you want to believe it or not. He doesn't care. The important thing is now that I can get back here safely. Move aside! I want to take a shower. I have to go to work!” With a thoughtful butting at his mother Syahira then ended the emotional conversation. He rushed to the bathroom.

After the bath Syahira went downstairs for breakfast. But at that moment his taste was immediately lost because his mother was sitting at the dining table. Syahira just left. Oma who was furious to see the quarrel between the child and his grandson did not stay silent. Oma then approached Syahira to give her a box of supplies.

“Sya, if you do not want to eat then bring this stock. Oma Khwatir, since the night you haven't eaten. Download yes.” Oma thrust the provision on Sya.

“i’m not in kindergaten anymore Oma. She has been used to hunger for the past few days. Oops, I shouldn't have said that. Okay, I'm leaving yes. Bye!”

Syahira left in a hurry. He left for work with a driver delivered by his Oma. When the car came out of the fence the reporters immediately swarmed the car. Syahira seemed annoyed by the actions of journalists who were unceasingly trailing her family life.

“What a f*cking reporter! Still early in the morning it ruined my mood. It's all because Mami made a goddamn drama in front of reporters that day, arrrggghh!” Syahira was angry at herself in that car.

Syahira then arrived at her workplace. One of the largest private hospitals in Jakarta. Syahira was able to work there because of the influence of his family. Grandpa Syahira from the Mother's side is the owner of a large property company while his father is a coal businessman and a Minister. Actually his Oma had also offered Syahira one of the highest positions in the property company but Syahira rejected it outright. On the grounds that he wanted to get a job because of his own efforts. Because Syahira graduated from medical school he finally decided to become a doctor. Without Syahira knowing behind Syahira's recruitment in this hospital there is little help from his father's connection.

That morning everyone stared in amazement at Shahira. Maybe they feel surprised because yesterday they just heard the news of losing Shahira and suddenly today Syahira reappeared. One of Syahira's co-workers who was also a close friend during her college is now approaching Syahira with enthusiasm.

“Sya!” his friend hugged Shahira so tightly.

“Alma!” Syahira looked enthusiastic. He hugged his friend cheerfully. Slowly the feeling of fatigue and fatigue slightly reduced.

“Sya, where are you going? I miss tau.”

“Emm, there are. Uh, Al anter I'm going to the canteen! Laper nih.”

“Diih, laper time early in the morning. Is breakfast not at home? Speaking of home, I am also concerned about the disaster that befell the lo.” family

“Thanks Yes Al.”

“Nevermind my friend. Kuy!” With the spirit of Alma pulling Syahira's arm. They went to the cafeteria together.

The cafeteria was so crowded with people busy filling their empty stomachs. So too with Shahira. He is busy feeding food into his mouth. Alma who has become accustomed to the behavior of his best friend is no longer surprised to see how to eat Syahira.

“Sya, until when the hell how to eat so keep. Later if you are married will be surprised, if your husband lo illfeel how?” said Alma.

“No Will, he's not illfeel kok.” Syahira spontaneously answered Alma's statement just now.

“What? What are you mean? Try talking once again.” Alma was shocked to hear the words of her best friend just now.

“Oh, I mean, later if I marry Edward he will not illfeel. He's normal, hehe.” Syahira pretended to laugh.

“Oh, kirain what. Uh, btw. About Edward,... Edward...” Alma looked confused when it came to talking about her best friend's boyfriend.

“Edward why Al?”

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