
"Mas, we'd better go home today. I can't wait to see Fazil. I feel bad every time I think about his face. Last night I had a dream too, in my dream Fazil looked sadly at me." Isma invites Prince to come home soon.
"Later afternoon, baby. This afternoon there's a pet meeting." He continued to focus on his laptop.
Isma was sad because Prince was still delaying their return to Jakarta. Isma was really worried about her son who is now alone in Jakarta.
"Darling why so worried about Fazil. We both know that Fazil is a smart, strong boy and he's also good at hanging out and picking friends." Connect Prince.
"Fazil is good at getting along, mas. But he was a very closed child. He will not tell the problems he faces to anyone including us. I'm afraid at his new school Fazil's been framed again."
"If that's what worries you, how about calling Fazil now has a school holiday. Persuade him to go to school in London or Korea. So that he can be with his brother and so that there will be no more trouble." Prince suggested.
"They put together will even make it easier for people to trap them again like that time." He was a bit upset to hear the advice of Prince.
"Keep, how do you want it?" This time Prince approached Isma. He held both of Isma's shoulders while looking into Isma's own eyes.
"I want us to go home now, Mom. About Fazil school we will take care of after meeting him. I'm really worried, mom."
The body of Isma came into his arms. Then there was the top of Isma's head. "Ok, we're going home now. Mas've booked the ticket, the flight's in about an hour." Prince's words just made Isma smile happily and immediately tighten his circle of hands on the waist of his beloved husband.
"Thank you, mas." Waving her face in her husband's field.
"Yes, honey. I'm also worried about children. But, maybe my worries are a little less than their worries."
"Den, breakfast is ready!" Tifah from the kitchen.
Fazil did not hear because his ears were covered with headphones. He's really cool at playing games, not even sleeping all night.
"What about? Is it just tamperin in his room." Tifah was worried, because since after school yesterday, Fazil has not been out of the room at all. He hasn't even eaten a bit.
"Den Fazil, breakfast first. Little is also okay, at least there is a stomach blocker. Den Fazil hasn't eaten since yesterday. Aunt's worried. Later if den Fazil is sick, the aunt can be scolded by the same mistress, sir." From outside Fazil's room. But there is still no truth even though Tifah has knocked on the door many times.
"Den Fazil's fine, right?" He stuck his ear to the door of Fazil's room. "There's no sound whatsoever. Don't den Fazil pingsang!" Getting worried.
"Den open the door. Den Fazil's fine, right?" Knocked once more on Fazil's room door. But there is still no truth.
Tifah's concerns grew, so he decided to take the spare key. He ran down the stairs to the warehouse to find the spare room key.
"Alhamdulillah Gusti, this is the key to meet." Tifah ran back to Fazil's room. He hastily began to match the key to where the key was on Fazil's bedroom door.
"Why doesn't anyone fit in anyway." Trying to keep tampa care about the keys one by one scattered on the floor because it was released from his hands.
"This is the last one, hopefully. Bismillah.." And finally Fazil's door opened. Tifah came in immediately. How surprised he was to see Fazil in such a state.