Qibla Love A

Ego And Prestigious

Aisya let out a small groan, as she felt a throbbing in her head. It had been almost two days now that he felt an unusual thing - his body was always limp and felt even more tired.

Aisya had thought that she was pregnant, but did not she come last month - so most likely impossible.

Aisya sighed softly, the woman leaned her body against the kitchen table. The corner of his eyes glanced at the wall clock hanging above the door. At 16.12 pm, after the asar prayer, Grandma Imma asked permission to attend the study at a neighboring house not far from their residence, leaving Aisya alone - and looking lonely because Arion has not returned home from the plantation.

Aisya gulped down the water in the glass to the toilet, her two eyes opened rapidly when she heard the roar of the women's cars thinning her lips, Aisya knew whose car it was.

He quickly ran towards the living room, the smile on his lips getting wider as he saw Arion coming out of the car in a hurry.

Not even Aisya had time to open the door, Arion first opened it - making the woman aghast in shock.

"Assalamu'alaikum," the greeting Arion spoke echoed inside the house.

"Waalaikumsallam, you just got home?" Aisya immediately grabbed her husband's hand, kissed him reverence and respectfully and affectionately.

While Arion, her thick pink lips landed right above Aisya's head covered in hijab. Giving a lot of kisses there, even when Aisya was about to hold her head up - Arion still had time to kiss the tip of her nose at a glance.

"We need to get to the hospital,"

Arion's words made the smile on Aisya's lips shrink, even disappearing for a moment. Replacing with a curious and worried look, Aisya's two eyes stared demandingly, but just as she was about to open her mouth Arion spoke again.

"Grandfather Pramono had a heart attack,"

Aisya's body stiffened, without saying anything else the woman immediately ran towards the room-and not long back while carrying a small bag that Aisya used to carry anywhere.

"Let's go to the hospital!"

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Shaka continued to shuffle his hair rough, the report on his laptop made his brain hurt even more. Though it was the income statement of the plantations and rice fields that he held, not a loss or something like that. But somehow his heart was not happy, his brain and heart were out of sync - and that was all because of a girl named Harumi Subagiyo.

"Who's that squinty guy? why would he call Om Aslam, papa?" Shaka ruffled his hair in frustration.

The man leaned his body on the sofa, still feeling uncomfortable and difficult to understand. His plan to ask Harumi to Aslam directly failed miserably, just because of the heat and tightness that arrived present, when he saw Harumi bringing a man home.

"Aaaakkhh! who the hell is that guy? make people curious!" mumbling worried.

Shaka got up, the man closed his laptop and walked out of the room. The plan, he wanted to make something that could cool the heart and brain. But had not been able to get to where he was headed, the sound of knocking on the door made Shaka step stopped.

His forehead frowned, when he saw the atmosphere of his house was quiet. It seems like Mother and Father and Grandmother have gone to attend the event at their neighbor's house.

Shaka sighed softly, lazily the young man stepped both his legs towards the main door.

"You what?" shaka asked unceremoniously, as she opened the door of her house and just showed her head.

Both eyes squinted at the girl who was developing a smile until her neat white teeth were seen.

"I just want to give this to Mommy, the same sushi that is directly brought from Japan," the girl handed Shaka some lunch boxes and a large paper bag.

"Tarok at the table,"

Shaka looked indifferent, even the man turned his gaze in the other direction when he saw the girl's smile.

"Later to eat the cat,"

Shaka clucked softly to hear it, with the man forced to open the wide door of his house, his face looked lazy and not excited.

"Where!" her door.

The girl grinned slightly, ignorantly she lowered her hand and retreated her steps backward.

"Bang Shaka, by the way, did Papa say anything yesterday?"

Shaka was silent, the man turned around to go back into the house. He seemed reluctant to answer the question asked by Harumi. Either because Shaka can't answer, or he's confused as to what to answer.

"Tarok at the table!" Shaka switched the conversation.

Shaka continued his steps, but just as he was about to close the door his movements came to a halt upon hearing Harumi's words.

"If you only know the same prestige of ego, Bang Shaka will not get anything. I put it on the desk, don't forget to bring it in later," Harumi put all the things she brought, the girl backed away with a smile on her lips.

The girl turned around, turning her back to Shaka who was still staring at the doorway.

"Papa is still waiting for Bang Shaka, he said Papa was curious Bang Shaka wanted to say what Papa was," Harumi said, before the girl left the residence with both corners of her lips drawn up.

Harumi smiled, she smiled as she looked at Arshaka's tense and confused face.

"The force is too big" he murmured slowly.

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