Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 35: Debris Debris Ruins
...'When you fall into the deepest abyss on earth. Maybe you'll regret it, but family is still the place to come back unmatched.'...
...BSJ 35: Debris Ruins...
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Breeze of the morning wind, welcome the dark netra that just woke up. The day has begun to go by day, in the sign with the king of the day that has risen. With a shunt step he joined from his bed, walking staggered towards the bathroom. Looks like he needs cold water to refresh his brain which has started in the pile of mind burden. Waking up on your own, again. It becomes his routine every day. Wake up early, shower and cook yourself to enjoy yourself.
It's been two days since the incident at the Lotus hotel. Until he entered the hospital, he did not know who had taken him to the hospital. Now he has returned to his habit, settled while repairing and repairing the debris of the heart that is no longer neatly arranged. He himself, every second to the minute of the stabbing that is continuously rolling. He has tried to fix the relationship that is no longer in existence. But nil, he felt all access to meet his lover was felt nil. If only he had connections and money like Logan. He will definitely be able to track them, but what power. Here he is devastated and helpless.
He moved from his seat all. He has been considering a lot for the past two days. Relationships that have lived in the rubble of the building can no longer be repaired. Even if it is rebuilt, everything will not go back to how it was. There will still be a gaping gap between them. He just needs an explanation from the woman. It was as easy as he was to present himself for a more established and wealthy man. How is she carrying the man's seed?
To this point Anzar gave up completely. But he has started to put up a corner. His heart was too broken to forgive a betrayal.
Derrts
Derrts
The sound of the vibration of the semi-black cell phone disrupts its activity. Lazily he moved for a moment a glass of black coffee that he was enjoying. Lifting incoming calls on behalf of 'GM' or General Manager at his property company.
"Hallo, what's wrong, mr. Barrnert?" The question is flat without a speck of expedition.
"Call mr.Al-faruq. Sorry to interrupt your morning. But I have important news."
Said the middle-aged man across there.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry I have to deliver this bad news. The stock price of our company declined dramatically, shortly after LG CROP'S as our main investor revoked its cooperation."
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"W-what?" Kaget Anzar can't believe it.
"In addition, two of our branches have lost thousands of dollars in shares in each of them because the shareholders sold them to LG CROP'S."
The handsome man in a white T-shirt twitched his pelips for a moment.
"There again?"
"In addition, ms.Bradley your secretary has escaped after successfully breaking into the bank account of the company. As a result, the company is now on the verge of bankruptcy."
Anzar groaned withholding emotion. This must have been again the actions of the man who at that time threatened to retaliate.
'Currently, you're so cunning Bast*rd?!' The battery restrains emotions.
The handsome man immediately grabbed his laptop after his conversation was over. While opening the e-mail, the handsome man was startled by several messages from his business owners. His eyes were wide again, while reading some of the emails.
"What the hell is this?!" His grunts don't like.
His company was on the verge of collapse, and now almost all of his resorts arrived in ownership with ease.
"Sial*n this must be the fucking Metal guy."
His misery was sharp, while clenching his two strong strong hands.
"You won't be that easy to shut down my business, damn*n." Batinya.
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Breezy cold night breeze, hit the beautiful face of the cover design. It is already night, but both irises are beautiful yet to be closed. From earlier he was just standing in front of the balcony of his room, while humming a little. Shalawat the prophet again became his successor in times of desolation. But not with the news of the heart. Speaking of the heart, how has the progress of heart ownership so far?
A week passed after the moment of application full of memories above that height, Aurra returned with a blue greeting from her family. They welcomed him with happiness, knowing that Aurra and Van'ar were officially engaged in a relationship desired by God. In that instant, two families immediately negotiated. Prepare a plan so that good intentions are immediately implemented. Counting a week from the 40 days of the death of the late Silvia, the good event will be held.
When the clock shows at 22:15. He walked to the bed to rest his body. He was tired after a day of work, but his senses seemed reluctant to close.
When he was about to turn off his sleep light switch, he accidentally dropped a special brown-tinted envelope. He picked it up, sitting down to open the adhesive strip.
A letter from whom this was, he thought for a moment.
Ah, yes just remember, this afternoon Zega ordered a letter to come this morning for him. Maybe this is the letter that his sister was referring to.
He opened it again, handwriting in Arabic welcomed him. The first vocabulary was enough to make him believe this letter from whom.
سم الله الرحمن الرحيم
Assalamualaikum Warrohmatullahi.
Good morning, future angel of heaven.
Preface after writing Arabic accent printed at the beginning of the letter.
What is the news of this dazzling creation of god in the capital there?
As she asked, Aurra gave a small smile behind the cover of her face.
"Good God." He said with a small smile.
How is Ra, missing not this mas of yours?
Aurra gave a small smile, long before knowing Van'ar this close. He thought the man was a stiff man, indifferent, economical to talk also flat. But along with the passage of time, as if time also shows one by one the hidden nature behind the flat image.
Don't miss Ra, heavy. But, said his sister my colleague. And he said Nanana Jeremi in a romance novel, literally heavy is not Miss Ra, but Mass x Gravity.
Little Aurra, the man did have his own way of making others smile with his handwriting. According to him there is no kajean here, considering the figure of Van'ar who almost rarely joked.
Patience Ra, I'm sure soon we will be reunited after eroding this distance. I'm just asking for one, stay with me. But, I always remind, God is turning back the hearts of every people. I just hope nothing more, in every bow I make to him if it's true you're my soul mate. Bring her closer and strengthen her by my side. If not, I'd be sincere if someday you choose to leave.
Aurra's heart warms, so far the man has not given her false hope of a dusty edge. But hope with choice and sincere as a counterweight.
But God willing you are the best mate God has sent me. So, I can only be patient for the day until I can immediately make a pledge in front of your father as a witness. And as an intermediary.
Aurra endlessly smiled a little, occasionally wiping the tip of her eyelids that wiped away her tears.
Wait for me Ra, until the time to pick me up later. And I'll make this connection, so that no more distance will get in the way. Or a haunting miss.
In each word that is strung into a sweet sentence that is echoed by the scratch of black ink. Aurra has always been able to capture the seriousness behind her sentences. As if he would mean it all in front of him. Maybe this is how God put together the rubble that once filled the recesses of his heart, with a new part that also brings the story of haru.
The man came unexpectedly, showing his seriousness and love only because of God. Giving his heart the tranquilizer it should be, without violating the precepts of Islam. He came uninvited to sow the seeds of love ready to bloom. Until the end of the decision, Aurra tried to accept it, not as a substitute or as an impingement. But as a new flavor that is ready to guide him in the sunnah of the Prophet later. A good priest to take him to the divine path of the robbi, as well as a guide who guides him when he missteps.
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To Be Continue
Hello readerss🤗🤗
Hayoo is the 24th shaum. Launch shaumnya? Thank you, may all be well.
Oh yes, Authoor also want to apologize if there are still many typo and also error🙏🙏 Well, so what do you think for this part? Don't forget to leave a trail of likes, votes and comments yes😊😊
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Sukabumi May 18, 2020
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