Talak After Shah

Arriving In Arab

After more than nine hours in the plane, the plane landed at King Abdul Aziz international airport. It was afternoon

I who turned out to be asleep in the arms of my brother did not feel the shock when the plane was going to land.

I opened my eyes as the sound of other passengers getting ready to disembark.

I was shocked when I realized I was in my brother's chest. I awkwardly pulled my body and stood following the other passengers who were about to disembark.

When I got off the plane, I rejoined my four friends.

"Crazy, I'm in my VVIP class" said Mita who before moving classes sat next to me

"Kok you can move anyway?" ask the others

"Where I know, suddenly there was a flight attendant telling me to move on and I was ushered in the elite class. There beeeuuuu you will not expect" he said amazed

Those of us who kept walking into the airport continued to listen to his story

"I'm as rich as anyone" he continued, laughing

"Even I heard the flight attendant who drove me earlier said that there was a conglomerate who insisted on me because his wife was in our class, and he wanted to take his wife home"

I looked straight back, looking at the brother who was walking not far behind me

"The person Mita meant must be my brother" inwardly

The five of us were in tears, as this was the first time we had set foot in Jeddah.

We turned our eyes towards the picker who was lined up not far from the waiting room.

We read one by one the papers they picked up.

There was a middle-aged man who held up a paper bearing my name and the origin of my country. So do my other friends

We approached each of our pickups. Before the breakup we hugged each other, and promised each other if there was any time we would meet.

My hand was pulled, and that's my brother. I immediately stopped my steps. Toward him. I found her pretty eyes

"Please" he said softly

"Wait a moment sir" I said to the middle-aged man I was with

The man stopped and waited for me

"Don't expect me to bang again, just like I have no hope anymore brother, help us both forget each other, let's assume our story is a story of stopover" I said quivering

"Abang can't Ndah"

The tears are in my eyes. I bit my lips hard, trying to hold my heart

"Go back to Hatice, come back with my brother, happy brother is my happiness. Whatever side of the earth your brother is, I'm always gonna throw my brother"

Ariadi immediately pulled me into his arms. I came back crying.

"I'm sorry bang. I can't be what you want. But I'm sure Hatice can do it" I said bitterly full of destruction

I slowly pushed his chest. Reversing my body and immediately walking quickly left her unmoved watching me leave.

Ariadi rubbed his face many times, he slightly bent his body when he felt his body would be hollow.

His feelings and heart were empty, his beloved woman had left carrying a wound and disappointment that he had not been able to treat.

Ariadi took a deep breath, in such a devastated state, she sat down on the chair in the waiting room. His mind was in a rage, the world seemed dark to him.

"Anne" he muttered

Soon he went to the counter and booked a flight to Turkey.

"I'm going home Anne" she whispered

...****************...

The car that took me from the airport entered a palace. This is a palace for me, because it is big and magnificent.

It was indeed a dark day, until the luxury of the house could make me amazed

"Maa Syaa Alloh" I muttered in amazement as I got out of the car

"Let me take it inside" said the father who picked me up earlier who I knew was named Farhad

My eyes were amazed when I went inside. This house is very special

Inside sat a woman who was quite old but still very beautiful and graceful with two servants standing behind her

Farhad approached him and spoke while pointing at me

He looked at me, looking at me from top to bottom.

"Come here" he said

I nervously walked up to him and bowed my body slightly when I got to him

"We're just as good in God's eyes, so you don't bend in front of me" he said

I smiled at her hearing her words

"I've read all your stories, but I want you to tell me yourself" he said

I nervously introduced myself, telling glimpses of my family and my three children and my work history

He seemed to nod his head.

"You I'm assigned to accompany me, wherever I go you have to come with me. But now that you rest first, your room has been prepared by another servant"

"Farhad call the butler of this house, have the butler deliver the beautiful to his room"

Mr. Farhad went straight inside, and was soon with a woman with a typical middle eastern face.

"*Naeam 'ami?"

"Tafaham 'umiy" (Faham mom*)

"He's Adibah, from now on if you need anything tell him"

"Okay Madam" I replied

Then the middle-aged Ms. Adibah took me upstairs through the elevator.

It didn't take long for us to be on the third floor, all the way to Adibah's mom's room to introduce himself to me

"My name is Adibah, I have worked here for almost thirty years. I'm from the city of Asir. And this is your room, you can rest. I'll be here in an hour and we'll have dinner with the other waiter"

I nodded my head while smiling at him. Ma'am Adibah opened the room door, with us coming in.

I swear, the maid's room was so nice especially the master's room, I thought

"Your clothes have been prepared here" he added while opening the closet.

"And this is also your makeup tool, we here must look beautiful, because 'Ummi is very unhappy if the servant is pale. Especially you, because now you are his personal servant"

I took a deep breath, hadeeh so babu only really complicated my mind.

After finishing with his explanation, Adibah came out of the room, then I laid my body on a very soft mattress.

My mind floated, of course, about my three children. Slowly leaning against the pillow, I opened the mobile gallery, looking at the photos of my three children.

My hand stopped in one picture of me with my brother. There, my brother hugged me from behind, and I was sitting in a chair.

I remember, it was a picture of our last night at dinner, before Hatice finally arrived.

A brother? yes Rabb I jumped, brother I left at the airport. How is he now? my chest gurgled, worry instantly filled my chest.

I saw my brother so sad when I left. I didn't feel a clear circle flowing down my cheek

Brother, I hope brother is okay.

...****************...

Ozkan Yilmaz

Two hours he sat pensively in the waiting room with a troubled mind and a disheveled face.

Many times he rubbed his face. His expression was unpredictable, sometimes sad, sometimes tense, sometimes angry.

The phone in his hand was not out of his hand. Her face would sparkle as she looked at the photo of herself and Beautiful. But soon it will turn sad to remember that his heart was far from him.

Now the billionaire has been sitting in an exclusive, first class plane.

It takes about three hours and forty minutes to reach Ataturk Airport, Istanbul.

Throughout the journey not a single second the billionaire could squint his eyes.

His body was only stunned in the chair, his face grew increasingly stifled and many times he wasted deep breaths.

The plane finally landed. The billionaire lethargic got off the plane and got out of the airport.

Outside the airport there are many taxis waiting. Without a second thought, he immediately got into one of the cars and mentioned his home address.

The taxi car directly divides the beautiful city of Istanbul. But the beauty of the city that had been abandoned four years did not attract his attention.

Along the way he was just pensively gazing out through the closed glass window because it was raining.

Taxis continued to drive and turn the elite housing sector. Right at a magnificent building the taxi stopped, and Ozkan got down from inside the taxi.

Ozkan immediately opened his wallet and handed him some red money.

"Mother of the hocam?"

Ozkan bent his body to hear the driver

"Mother of the hocam?" repeat the driver who asked what kind of money this is

Ozkan realized, his wallet only contained Rupiah currency, not Lira.

"Bekle beer dakika girip lira alayim" (wait a minute, I'll go in to take the money Lira)

The driver nodded. Ozkan immediately pressed the bell next to the fence, before long a man opened the gate. And the man's face was so shocked to see his master standing outside in a wet state.

"Malgarah hocam.." (Maa Syaa Alloh sir) said the man was shocked to mix happily while giving the umbrella he wore to Ozkan

Ozkan immediately patted the shoulder of the man who bowed his body towards him with a warm smile

"Lutfen taksimin parasin de" (please pay my taxi) Ozkan replied as he walked inside

The guard, named Mehmet, immediately paid the taxi fare and entered the house after closing the fence

Another waiter who saw Ozkan coming who was walking in the courtyard immediately ran around shouting inside the house

"Genc efendi yuvasi, genc efendi yuvasi, majaAllah masaAllah" (Young master returned, young master returned, Maa Syaa Alloh, Maa Syaa Alloh)

The waiter's scream shocked Nyoya Yilmaz who was sleeping fast. Because it was midnight.

"Didn't he?" he said he didn't believe.

Immediately prepare the blanket, and immediately dart out of the room, running down the length of the stairs.

Her tears soon spilled when she saw her beloved son embracing her husband, Yusuf Yilmaz.

Ozkan who was hugging the father, for the sake of seeing his mother who walked restrained immediately released his embrace on the father.

Then meet the mother by stretching her hands. He hugged her warmly, the mother who could not speak because of her scent

"Askim, oglum" said Mrs Yilmaz stifled (My dear, my son)

Ozkan smiled

"Anne of Ozledim" (Mother, I miss you so much)