Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

73. Stalker

"So how's Gibran, have you heard from your brother?" abi Fawas asked his son. Today, Abi Fawas and everyone no one got any news from the boy, he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Makes everyone worry. Habibie is very mature, he can take care of himself. However, his very chaotic circumstances after being abandoned by Kiara made them no longer believe that Habibie could take good care of himself. They were afraid Habibie would do something wrong.

"Gibran tried calling Habibie's sister. Spam chat too, but no answer, Bi."

A rough breath came out from the man's mouth. Abi Fawas did not understand why his son could come like this. Aisha used to be, now Kiara, but this time Habibie was really not helped. If together with Aisyah can change her daily life, Kiara can change her world.

"Ummi believes Habibie is somewhere good, Abi. Gibran, you must think well, God is all good, Habibie once again nyari Kiara to the corner of the city. Could be, right?"

Humaira nodded. "Maybe out of town. But Habibie's sister won't say."

Gibran and Abi Fawas took a deep breath. Actually they feel sorry for Habibie, but .. who told him to be so stubborn. Already often they remind Habibie to appreciate and accept the existence of Kiara. However, having not heard, look at the result now, he himself is distraught.

"Yes, we eat. I hope Habibie doesn't have a papa. Wait till tomorrow, if there's still no news, we'll go to the police station."

"Well, Abi!" answer Gibran.

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Meanwhile, at about 10 p.m., Habibie sat pensively beside Kiara's room door. The man decided not to get too far away from his wife. Habibie was afraid Kiara would need something midnight.

"Son Abie!" call Umm Rahma as she exits Kiara's room. The woman frowned confused. Habibie had been invited to sleep in Risham's room, but Why instead sit there.

"What are you doing again, son? Wake up. It's cold in here, get in the room!"

Habibie shook his head. There was no way he would leave when his heart of three calmed down. Umi Rahma once said that these times were the hardest times for Kiara, Habibie wanted to do penance so that his wife would accept it again.

"Kiara's sleeping Budhe?"

Ummi Rahma nodded. "Already, Son. But yes, often wake up, later intermittently to the bathroom, intermittently sultry, back pain. That's how big pregnant women are. Abie want to take a look?"

"Can Budhe?" habibie asked with a hopeful face. Habibie felt very happy just by getting an offer like that.

"Enter, son! But don't let Kiara wake up, fuck her."

Habibie nodded, confirming that the man said thank you and went into the room. His gaze immediately shimmered, surrounding every corner of the room. His heart was again sliced, this room was only a quarter of the room they occupied first, the bed was also not king size. No AC, but the fan is not far from his wife's body.

The man crouched down next to Kiara who was sleeping sideways, wanting to touch the strands of the wife's hair but Habibie could not do that. He was too afraid that his movements would wake his wife.

"I'm sorry Kiara, I'm sorry I made you feel so good. Mas know this mistake mas fatal, mas not a problem if you want to hit as much mas also sincere mas, dear." Habibie said that in a very soft voice as well with teary eyes. It is able to withstand the rate of that clear melt. However, as his eyes turned on his wife's distended stomach, the tears just escaped.

"I'm sorry, Papa, son. Papa was wrong for making you feel tormented like this. Papa was wrong because he made your mother suffer. Papa's sorry."

"Budhe's sick," Kiara complained again. Not her waist hurts, but her heart. His heart was also hurt to hear Habibie's apology, not to him, but to the child he was carrying. The baritone voice that she desperately longed for is back, and perhaps this is the first Habibie voice that their son heard after the baby was present to accompany Kiara for 8 months.

The woman was crying in silence, only tears were flowing because she did not want Habibie to know that she heard everything. Now, Kiara's waist which was only covered in a thin negligee felt very warm as the large palm rubbed her waist slowly. Can not be denied if it is comfortable, especially he did not feel hesitant even want Habibie to do that until morning. Suppose Habibie is receiving punishment because all this time he always hurt him.

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The next morning, Kiara came out of the house to take a walk in the boarding house. There are some stalls that are quite far away but are highly recommended to visit because the stalls sell very good chicken porridge.

While Kiara was walking barefoot, Habibie followed her from behind. The man was too afraid to let Kiara walk alone, moreover this was still very early in the morning, the area was also a deserted area of the population, it was quieter if Habibie followed him from behind.

"Eishhhhhhhh .. she thinks she's what," said Kiara. The woman glanced at Habibie with the corner of her eyes, walking hastily because she did not want Habibie to do anything. Kiara is not a baby boy, why should it be followed like that.

"Because ... Where's kiara going?" Habibie dyed, the man glanced right left looking for the figure of the wife but he did not meet. Habibie only turned away for a while because there were vines bothering his feet. Why Kiara is gone.

"Where are you going?" Habibie started looking into the tea plantation area. The man hopes his wife is hiding or maybe Kiara is indeed wanting to follow the tea pickers who work to take the shoots of green leaves. "Kiaaa~~!" Habibie further traced the area of the tea garden.

"Go all the way there! Why is so much sook care." The woman came out from behind a pine tree, walked back until she finally found the stall selling chicken porridge.

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am, one serving, a regular kayak ya."

"Wa'alaikumsalam. Ready, Neng. Ustadz Risyam isn't coming?"

Kiara smiled as she shook her head. "Ustadz is busy, Mom."

The porridge seller laughed when he heard Kiara calling ustadz Risyam ustadz. The people around the boarding school already know how Kiara is related to their beloved Ustadz, if not fighting, Kiara and Risyam will become inseparable soulmates.

Around 7 o'clock: 30. Kiara has returned to Ummi Rahma's house. The woman entered with sparkling eyes as well as her beautiful face beaming. "Asshrinked, Budhe. Budheeee! Kiara was given sweet potatoes with Mr. Diman."

The woman held up a bag of purple yams when she saw Umm Rahma coming out of the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Kia. Alhamdulillah, Mang Diman is good," he said taking over the black pocket from Kiara's hands.

However, Kiara had not entered, Umm Rahma was confused. He dizzy to look around the corner, even Umm Rahma to walk near the fence that can see directly out of the way.

"Where is your husband Kia?" tanyanya's worried.

Kiara shrugged both of her shoulders indifferently. "What husband? Where Kiara knows, Kiara left alone."

Astagfirullah ... Umm Rahma patted her forehead. "Oh God, son. Your husband was following you. He said he was worried that you might go alone. What if he's stray."