Sister Alea And Mr Crazy

The return of Iqbal

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Both of my eyes became watery after seeing this shocking news. I felt like I wanted to shed all my tears for being so unreliable.

Really, the news about Iqbal being the winner of the swimming competition in Canada makes me believe that Iqbal has indeed healed.

I wish Iqbal was the Iqbal Riandra Keanny that I had treated. Because if it doesn't, maybe I'll be sad again.

Curious what the contents of the news page like, I finally opened the browser page and scroll from top to bottom in great detail without being missed in the slightest.

I came back shocked. Now, I can't hold back my tears anymore after seeing the contents of the story exactly the same chronological three years ago where Iqbal had to go abroad with Beautiful Aunt.

I also saw the name of Auntie Indah and Mr. Ujang listed on the news there. In fact, even though the news only listed a photo of a tall man facing back, I could immediately recognize that the man in the photo was Iqbal.

That means it's not a dream. Iqbal has healed completely. He was healed without my knowledge.

Ah, I don't care. The most important thing right now is that I want to meet with Iqbal. I haven't seen him in a long time. And yes, it just so happens that in the news Iqbal Riandra Keanny will soon arrive in Indonesia today. He's been going to Canada's airport since yesterday morning.

God, for what? After I read that sentence, I immediately shed tears repeatedly because I was so in disbelief.

"Lis, hunt, send me to the airport right now." I briefly rubbed my wet cheek, then rushed to pick up the levis jacket in the closet.

"Huh? The airport? Wanna what? The plan is we want to go to the Cafe, how is it now to the airport, anyway? You want to pick up someone?"

"Udah, not much. Mending now you me, spit." Without further ado, I immediately pulled Lisa's hand out of the room.

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POV Author

For three years, Alea waited patiently for Iqbal. Although the man never gave it up, however, he was still waiting for the presence of Iqbal.

Longs. That's for sure. Iqbal's figure had managed to make Alea reluctant to turn to other men. The proof to date, Alea had never had any intention to seek a companion figure of life, other than Iqbal.

Yes, Alea is already in love with her.

When's? Over where? And how? Alea doesn't know about it. What was clear at this moment was that Alea's feelings towards Iqbal had turned into feelings of love. The heart that had been injured because of his old love betrayed, has now been treated because of the affection implied in Iqbal Riandra Keanny.

If only the man had not been sick, maybe he would have been able to understand the feelings of Alea who had been hurt by bre*gs*k. But now ... things will definitely be different. Iqbal has recovered from his illness. And that's what makes Alea so happy.

"Yes, actually at the airport you want to pick up who the hell? How come it's so sudden?" Lisa asked again, because her curiosity had not been solved until now.

"Lo will also know for himself at the airport later" Alea replied, without looking at Lisa. He just focused on looking out the car window while thinking about Iqbal.

Lisa scratched at her un-itchy head. To be honest he was still curious as to who the person Alea was going to pick up. But because she did not want to upset Alea, Lisa finally chose to shut up.

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Upon arrival at the airport, Alea immediately ran inside, followed by Lisa from behind. Alea stood in the middle of the lobby for a moment as she saw so many visitors walking here and there.

"Jeez, Alea, what the hell are we doing here? See for yourself, there are many people here. So just go ahead" Lisa asked, about to pull Alea's hand. However, Alea immediately held back.

"No. I want to stay here," Alea said in a slightly taut tone.

Alea took a breath. This time he did not want to make Lisa confused because of her attitude. "Gue wants to pick up Iqbal" Alea replied, to the point.

"Huh? The iqbal? You mean, the guy you used to take care of?" ask Lisa to make sure.

Alea simply replied with a nod of his head.

"So she's going home today?"

Alea nodded back. "Yes, I've seen the news in the browser."

"What's? A browser? What does Iqbal have to do with the browser? What public figure is Iqbal, to the extent that his return is mentioned?" said Lisa was surprised, sometimes he scratched his head that did not itch.

Alea did not respond. He preferred to find a seat, because today he wanted to wait for Iqbal to arrive early.

Meanwhile, Lisa who was still feeling astonished, could only shut up and follow what Alea was going to do.

In the midst of waiting, Alea and Lisa are suddenly startled by a group of women their age, popping into the lobby carrying a poster with a cartoon of a young boy that reads 'Iqbal Riandra Keanny, we wiil always support you and we love you'.

"Well, how did they come rames? Where to bring another poster. They want to go on demo. Uh, what, demo anyway?" Lisa was confused by herself. To be honest, he did not understand the situation he was seeing at the moment.

Alea who understood the purpose of the women's arrival, could only remain silent. In his heart implied a sense of pleasure because some people finally supported Iqbal, but, on the other hand, his heart felt jealous because the waiting for the arrival of Iqbal was quite crowded, plus the waiting was a girl.

Alea was eager to be the first to welcome Iqbal. But .. yes, that's it. The figure of Iqbal is already known by some public. So, for now, Alea could only resign.

Drttt .. drttt .. drttt ....

Alea's phone started to shake. Alea who noticed that immediately pulled out the flat object from his pants pocket. Seen from the mobile phone screen, a contact named Doni called him.

Without thinking any longer, Alea got up and slightly moved away from the seat to pick up the phone from Doni. Because it just so happens that the atmosphere there is quite noisy.

[Assalamualaikum, Don.]

[Waalaikumsalam, Yes. Not going to the cafe? I have otw.]

[Sorry yes, Don. I guess we didn't meet at the cafe. Next time, yes.]

[Well, next time? I was okay though.]

[Yes sorry, Don. I ...]

Alea momentarily hung up her speech after hearing the cries of the women carrying posters bearing the words Iqbal.

"YYYYES ... IQBAL ...."

'Iqbal? Has he arrived?' inner Alea while lowering the phone from her ear.

Alea quickly turned off the phone with Doni, then turned around to see the situation.

"Ho!"

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