The Best Choice

See You Later

Two years passed. It is not lost hope Aslan and Samira to meet in God's heaven while bringing their respective families. And everything that had never happened finally happened. They haven't heard from each other in a long time. They start to go away, disappear and forget. Drowning in each other's activities especially the world receives the presence of a tiny baby from the womb of a woman named Samira full of warmth from day to day.

A baby boy who has beautiful eyes like Harviza's eyes until finally Samira more drunk kepayang to her husband and baby. He unceasingly looked them in the eyes, giving thanks for the favors wrapped in jokes and laughter.

"Do I have to remove the bad stigma that you're a big sister?" samira said under the rays of sunlight that warmed them behind the new house. Still in the boarding area of the Harviza family. They had vacated a house in Salakan village for a long time. The house was rented until Aslan's men no longer found any trace of Samira.

Harviza's sniffing shoulders. His life has been adorned with joy, affection, a handsome son and an adorable wife. More shalihah. His dreams are fulfilled, he accepts whatever Samira says. He had waited a long time to make it happen.

"Are you starting to change your mind?" ask Harviza. "I cheated her for a long time. I'm not bored, I'm bothering you."

"Every day you bother me!" Samira nudged her husband's arm. Then giggle. That's how they are, the people near them commented. They like to tease each other, giggle amusedly full of secrets, or as if fighting spoiled. No wonder, the new baby can walk it will already have a sister. In Samira's stomach has grown their second child.

"What do you want now?" Harviza helped her son stand up, limping their baby stepping on his feet before collapsing on the grass.

Samira crossed her legs and took her son. It looked. "How about my brother even though it feels heavy my heart says brother does not bw anymore."

Harviza chuckled, that's how his wife is always there. Moreover, being pregnant makes it often strange just talk. But he tried to understand Samira's will even though it was not until when Samira's behavior was so. Covering his excessive affection for him with jokes.

"Thank you, I'm no longer happy, but that's bad news." Harviza put on a contrived sad expression.

"Why?"

"I find it hard to get close to you, and instead of you knowing, that's the only way I'm gonna get your attention."

Samira remained silent. About the reality of love for Harviza, she felt well want how else, Harviza had seen it since she had just come out of her mother's womb. Love is gradual, consider it like love hate relationship. Hate and love are thin but over time become a love that blossoms full of honesty and sincerity. They both learn to understand each other by communicating.

"Yes, I give it up. Big brother nyebelin let's get close to me." Samira kissed Harviza's cheek. Then looked at the white clouds that were marching in the blue sky when they heard the knocking on the door.

The two turned their heads when a gloved man called out to the two with a greeting.

"Girishalam, kang. What's up?" Harviza.

"It's Harviz mas, there were guests to send invitations to mas and mbak. They leave a message to immediately come to the address that has been written on the invitation."

Harviza received a brown envelope that felt light and flat. "Thank you, kang."

Someone came out, leaving a small family of children led by the cottage to read a letter and a vip invitation from PT bernal abadi Tbk. It is stated in the notification letter of the completion of the construction of the mega project that used to make Samira famous in the business media. A girl who enlivened the heart of the main director to be lined up as a beautiful personal assistant inside out.

There is also a request from Aslan to make Harviza as the leader of the process of measuring the completion of the mega project of the company that some of its benefits into the wallet Samira. Their hard work will not be in vain. Hard work based on sincere prayer, of course. But Samira considered the idea for a long time. He was worried that his encounter with Aslan would make the man who is now a superstar in the business empire remember him again even though he was at peace with his heart, with his inner self and with himself. They already had their own lives, their respective worlds and it was only at Harviza that he felt he had been completely loved and what he was. It was only at Harviza that he was closer to his mother. The promise is real. Through Harviza's hand, Samira felt lucky to have him.

"Wouldn't you come?"

"It might be nice to see them again, Samira. Invitations without intention will not be delivered properly. They want to celebrate that success with us. Together."

The next day at eight o'clock in the morning, they set off for the address listed on the invitation. The invitation was already illustrated how dashing and cool the Aslan project was that reminded Samira of the first time he participated in a big and important activity.

"Aren't you jealous that I'm seeing Aslan again?"

Harviza who was wearing a suit with a batik shirt and black peci shook her head.

"You have agreed to let go freely. But far at the bottom of the heart. I realize that Samantha and I have freed your hearts from the feeling of being shackled."

Samira tightened her embrace on Harviza's arm even tighter. Harviza is his rainbow, there is no him, his day is cloudy, rule-full, lonely and monotonous. Harviza who taught him recalcitrant and forever though recalcitrant he was never in law. Luxury is indeed the privilege of the lodge's leader's son. But Samira and Harviza have proven that they are smart too.

"I really love you, sister!" samira said beside Harviza's face while watching her face carefully.

Harviza kissed Samira's temple. "I guessed it!"

Arrive in a new twenty-story building packed with wreaths of congratulations in the lobby area. Harviza carries Abrizam while following an officer whom Aslan has assigned to pick up his guest of honor.

Samira's stunned. Two hundred and fifteen orphans from the Sastrawinata foundation crowded the ballroom. They patiently wait for the event to begin.

Aslan waved, he took a moment away from the thinkers and owners of the building to greet his special guests.

"Games." Aslan pinched the puffed cheek of Abrizam who immediately whined.

"Father, it's not just a pinch" Samira said as she took over her son from Harviza. "I'm joining Samantha and Miss Cornelia, sister."

Aslan deliberately nodded.

"Sir Harviza, not Brother Aslan!" sergah Samira while leaving.

"Still the same bro?" ask Aslan when Samira is gone. He chuckles at Samira's behavior which still remains a judge.

"severe. I almost went crazy for him." Harviza smiled broadly, "Jokingly, the development has been much better and enough for me. How're you? Everything all right? Samantha's filled in?"

"Twin."

The two men hugged. Before long the show was started by the host. Harviza went to the pulpit provided to fill the event with the knowledge he knew and the prayers were sung melodiously. Aslan, Samantha and hundreds of others were stunned. Only Samira feels once again in love with her own husband. And when the show was over, Aslan and Samantha looked at the white car that the little family was riding with a smile of relief. Everything's been fine. At last. Only she was grateful to him.

...EXPIRE ...

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Thank you for your patience in waiting for this story to finish. Greetings dear, Skavivi.