Sister Alea And Mr Crazy

He Doesn't Know Me

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Alea's eyes were perfectly rounded and his mouth was open in disbelief as he saw the perfect man walking into the middle of the lobby in a very cool and charismatic style, and was highlighted by several cameras.

Is he Iqbal?

Really, Alea could barely recognize him because the man's appearance was really quite extraordinary. The aura and charm possessed by an Iqbal was able to make a group of women shout with admiration.

Even the visitors who were there were also amazed by the charm that Iqbal has, so that among them immediately took out a cellphone to photograph Iqbal.

"God, why is he so handsome?!"

"I think he's a prince who just came out of a fairy tale."

"Why is her smile so sweet? I feel like I want to faint right now."

"That chuck, Iqbal Riandra Keanny, right? A good swimmer and model in Canada."

"Yes, you're right. He's the one."

"I don't know what else to say. He really is a handsome prince."

Such was the gossip-gosipan of the visitors after seeing the arrival of Iqbal which was immediately highlighted by the camera and mobbed also by women.

Meanwhile, Alea was still silently staring at the figure of Iqbal from a distance.

Wearing a green hoodie sweater, blue levis pants, legs wrapped in sneakers, both eyes decorated with aviation model sunglasses, black watches encircling his wrists, etc, and hair styled like Korean male idols. Oh, God, why after healing, Iqbal's visuals are even more perfect.

"Oh my goodness, Iqbal. It turns out so cool of you after you recover," Alea said with a smile. And his current view never escaped Iqbal. He kept staring at the man with his two teary eyes.

"I miss you," said Alea, began to shed tears because she could no longer resist.

Just as Alea was about to step over to Iqbal, Lisa suddenly ran towards him screaming.

"OMG, Yes ...."

"Gosh, Lis. You can't really scream," Alea annoyed, occasionally rubbing her wet cheeks.

Lisa is just a whimper. "Hehe, sorry, Yes. I was shocked to see the cogan there." Lisa pointed at Iqbal who was being mobbed by journalists and women, as well as visitors.

"Eh, share. I've seen deh cogan. But where, huh?" Lisa tries to remember the events of the past. Alea who saw that, just rolled a lazy eyeball. Honestly, he wanted to approach Iqbal.

A few minutes later, Lisa's mouth was round. "Ohh, yes. I inget. He's Iqbal, right? The guy you've been caring for?" ask Lisa to make sure. Quickly Alea immediately replied with a nod.

"God. So he's Iqbal? But why does his aura make all the girls, anyway?" said Lisa so greget himself saw the good looks that radiated on Iqbal's face from a distance.

"OK .. if so we samperin Iqbal. Surely she misses you, you know, the sister," asked Lisa, who immediately pulled Alea's hand into the crowd.

Alea smiled happily. He wanted to see Iqbal, but Lisa stopped him.

"Excuse me!" Alea and Lisa tried to break into the crowd. However, their efforts were in vain, as most of the women there scrambled to take pictures with Iqbal.

"Etdahh, these girls can't give us a way. We'll also meet with Iqbal in person. Especially with you." Lisa turned to look towards Alea, making the one that was seen as just a whimper.

"How serious? I can't wait to see Iqbal" said Alea, who couldn't help but hug Iqbal.

"Cieee .." Lisa's tease, made Alea blush in shame.

"Udah ah, mending us samperin Iqbal. She's still there" Alea asked.

Lisa agreed. He slipped first into the crowd. "Excuse me! Beautiful girls want to pass by" Lisa said with confidence.

Not wanting to stay silent, Alea rushed to sneak up on Lisa's trail that had already made it into the crowd. However ....

Bugh!

Alea suddenly fell to the floor due to an accidental push by Iqbal fans. Lisa, who had just reached the front row, immediately realized Alea was not behind her.

"Well, yeah .. Where are you?" Lisa sneaks back into the crowd to check on her best friend.

Meanwhile, Alea started to take a deep breath and then slowly showed her sweet smile. Trying to be patient when facing the uproar that occurs.

"It's a good thing that I'm patient" Alea said, patting his hands in the dust.

Just as Alea was about to stand up, suddenly a hand was stretched out before her which made Alea glare in surprise.

"Are you okay?"

That sound. Slightly similar to Iqbal's voice. However, the difference is that this sound is rather heavy and distinctive. Is it possible that the owner of his hand is Iqbal?

Without thinking any longer, Alea raised her head to look at the person who was reaching out to her. Then Alea again glared at her eyes, feeling shocked when she saw the owner of her hand was Iqbal.

"I-Iqbal ..," Alea stammered. In fact, his eyes had begun to water as he looked at the figure of the man he had longed for for three years.

"You're okay, aren't you?" tanya Iqbal, ended with a knotty smile.

"Come, I'll help you stand up!" Iqbal exclaimed, where his palm was still outstretched before Alea.

Meanwhile, the visitors and Iqbal fans who saw their idol offered help to foreign girls, so were envious. They should be the ones in the position of the foreign girl.

"Who is the girl? Is he a fan of Iqbal too?"

"But why is she crying?"

"It's natural for him to cry, maybe the first time he met Iqbal."

"Crazy .. very lucky girls are helped to stand with Iqbal."

"Why didn't I fall? I also want to be helped by Iqbal. I'm falling now."

Lisa, who was standing in the middle of her fans Iqbal, was annoyed with their al*y gossip. In fact, some pairs of cameras did not stop taking pictures that Iqbal was doing. Oh, my God, can't they just let the romantic moment that's going to happen between Iqbal and Alea be without any noise.

Yeah, nevermind. Now Lisa chose to focus on watching what would happen later. He hopes there will be a kiss scene between Iqbal and Alea after not long meeting, like the drakor he watched.

On the other hand, Alea who had just been silent, now began to raise her hand to be placed on top of Iqbal's palm. Without thinking any longer, Iqbal instantly helped Alea up.

After standing up, Alea stretched out her hand to touch every inch of the handsome face of the man. Yes ... a face that Alea had longed for and Alea wanted to see every day.

In fact, so longed for Iqbal, Alea did not stop shedding tears as she looked at Iqbal's face.

"I miss you, Iqbal. Sister miss Iqbal. We haven't seen him for a long time" Alea said, then hugged Iqbal very tightly.

"Suster kangen's. Why didn't Iqbal tell the sisters that Iqbal was cured?"

Iqbal fans and visitors and journalists were astonished at each other, why the foreign girl suddenly hugged Iqbal and cried. Is there a special relationship between them?

Alea took off her embrace with Iqbal. For a moment he frowned as his net caught the look Iqbal showed. A confused face.

"What's wrong? Is Iqbal not happy to see the sisters?" ask Alea.

"Sorry .. but, who are you, huh? Have we ever known each other before?"

The deg!

Instantly Alea's heart wanted to stop. Body freezes. His breath suddenly felt tight. Iqbal's words successfully made Alea shocked so much that she could not dwell in the slightest.

"Hey." Iqbal shook his hands, right in front of Alea's face. Alea instantly came to a realization and gave a small laugh.

"Ck, Iqbal was joking, right? Maybe Iqbal doesn't know any sisters. Iqbal must be joking. Udah ah, do not make the sisters panic not kaluan," pinta Alea while looking at Iqbal full of hope.

"Handiddid? I'm serious, you know. I don't know you. Just this time I met you," said Iqbal, keeping his stance.

Alea was silent. This time his gaze on Iqbal turned wistful. In fact, Alea's two eyeballs began to water because Iqbal could not believe it would forget him after three years.

"You really don't know me?" aela asked with tears. He tried hard despite the fact that it was very hard to ask Iqbal about it.

Iqbal replied with a brief nod. Making Alea's body limp for a moment. How could the man he had been waiting for not even know him. What the hell is going on? Alea really didn't understand any of this.

"Is that girl crazy? Why is he hugging Iqbal and why am I the closest person to him?"

"Gue thinks he's obsessed with something. Eat it he's venting on our handsome idol, Iqbal."

Lisa, who had felt confused and sad because Iqbal did not recognize Alea, now turned into a sense of annoyance after hearing the spicy gossip shown to Alea.

Feeling upset, Lisa clenched her hands. It felt like he was snapping the hair of those who dared to rub Alea that second as well. However, as much as possible Lisa withstood her anger. Many cameras are currently highlighting Iqbal and Alea.

Meanwhile, a man of Iqbal's age dressed in contemporary clothes appeared amidst the dramatic atmosphere. At first glance he looked at Alea with a look full of astonishment.

"Hello, Ma'am. I was the manager of Iqbal. I don't know what Mbak's problem is in this to the point of taking it out on Iqbal. If it's true you have a problem, you better finish it at home. Don't let this attitude even damage our artist's image."

Alea slowly stepped back while looking at Iqbal blankly. In fact, her tears kept dripping because now Iqbal had forgotten about her.

What should Alea do now? Forget about Iqbal too? It's not that easy. Alea was already comfortable being near Iqbal. He doesn't want to forget it, let alone stay away from it.

"Do you know him?" ask manager Iqbal to Iqbal.

Iqbal. "No. I don't know him. I just met him this time."

"Mbak heard it himself, right, our artist doesn't recognize Ma'am. It's better to leave here" manager Iqbal told Alea.

A moment Alea lowered her head, then closed her eyes letting her tears drip along with the pain in her heart.

Without thinking any longer, Alea slowly stepped out of the lobby while wiping away her tears.

I waited three years for you Iqbal. But what's your reply this time? You forgot me, didn't even recognize me. What the hell is going on with you? I want to know that. But you don't want to share your story with me anymore.

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