THE SMITH'S (A Sequel Of Not Just Friends)

PART 121S

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The world seems to stop spinning right now for the six women in the Adjieran Smith Family. No longer cloudy, but the storm seemed to have ravaged – pordouble their lives. The clouds felt so black and dense, making everything feel dark.

Now the six women are already in their rooms – each after Ben and Theresa showed – rooms that have been available.

Which also the six women themselves just realized that the room they occupy already has their own identity from each – each of their men. Just really – was realized by Fania, Ara, Mom, Prita, Jihan even Michelle, in the room they occupy now, there is a photo of them with their respective partners – each, and there is a photo of them, here is a photo with the kids and a photo of the whole family.

Fania looked at her picture and Andrew and a tear fell again. Then his eyes looked at a picture

where the whole family of Adjieran Smith is there, including Mama Anye and... The Fir family follows Mother Yuna.

“Yes Allah, Papah, Mamah.” Fania immediately remembered her parents.

So chaotic the situation that befell in London is that Fania forgot her parents and now she

the panic on his face appeared again.

“Ben! Theresa!.” Fania called the two loyal people in the Adjieran Smith Family hurriedly out of her room.

“Sweety what is it?.” Ara who heard Fania's voice half screaming from her room immediately came out of her room, because her room was opposite Fania. Ben and Theresa soon came to Fania, and the other women also went out of the room.

“Kak...” Prita approached Fania, making Fania not so ask Ben and Theresa the thing she wants to fast – fast she asked. And he immediately turned to Prita.

“Papah, Mom?. Did you know before you heard of the incident at Uncle Keenan's house?.” Fania half shook Prita.

“Ya Allah Mother...” Jihan also realized to her mother who was in Indonesia.

“Mother Yuna is in Papah's house with Mamah right?.”

“Iya Brother...” Prita. “But last communication, when we get to London Brother.. It also said the three of them were going where it was.” He remembers – remember.

“Ya Allah.. easy – easy they ga what – what ...” Fania rubbed her face rough. Feeling desperate because no one with him has a communication tool. It seems like the TV isn't even there. Their worried faces were also seen again. Right now they're kind of blind and deaf about what's going on out there.

But there is nothing they can do even if they just find out about the news.

“We pray that Papa, Mama and Mommy are good – is fine there.” Ara said to Fania, Prita and Jihan. “At least

there's Omar and Eddie ..” Reciprocity. “People – people who are attacking us, must be targeting Dad and our husbands.they will certainly be more focused here.”.

“Kak Ara correct ..” Sahut Michelle and Fania, Prita and Jihan then mangosteen – mangosteen. “Papa, Mama and Mommy must be good – fine.”

“Easy – spares, Chel.. easy – hopefully the three of them do not get any impact from what happened here.”

“Aamiin.”

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In the end, the seven women returned again to their rooms – each. And the son of – little princesses, was with their mothers in the room. The nannies following Ben and Theresa are asked to rest by Mom.

Mom was alone in her room. He pegged in front of the photo – photos hanging on the wall and especially pay attention to the late – photo and the happy-looking Dad.

Mom's tears came down again. His hand stretched out to rub Dad's face on the photo, then rubbed the photos of his sons.

Mom cried in silence, it felt like there was no more power in her body. But the tightness filled his chest cavity.

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“Momma, where’s Poppa?*. (Momma, where's Poppa? ).” A pretty five year old girl

and the adorable asked the Momma who was lying on his side.

“Poppa ... still working, baby..... (Poppa .. is working, dear )...” Fania said with a smile even though it was bitter and caressed the head of her daughter and Andrew was the one she was about to put to bed.

“Poppa will bring me doll again, right? (Poppa's gonna bring me another doll, right? ). Because Poppa said, he will bring me doll eve-ry day ... (Because Poppa said he would bring me a doll every day.. )...” Andrea happily said, Fania just smiled. “Right Momma? (Is it Momma? ).”

Fania had no power not to nod, even though her throat had been choked. His mouth could not tell his daughter what had happened to Poppa and his other grandfather and father.

Maybe Andrea doesn't understand if Fania tries to explain. Other than her unbearable little daughter and Andrew, if she said, maybe the Poppa would never bring Andrea a doll again.

“Why are you crying, Momma? (Why is Momma crying? ).” Andrea said as she stroked her mother's cheek which involuntarily shed tears when she remembered the Poppa.

“Ah, there’s a lot of dust in my eyes.... (Ah, my eyes are exposed to a lot of dust ).” Again, Fania smiled at her little daughter. “Go to sleep now, huh? (Sleep now, huh? ).” Fania hugs Andrea while me - nina - bobo - her right.

“Okay Momma! ...”

Andrea was cheerful as always, Fania widened her smile.

“If Poppa came home, tell him to kiss me good night! (If Poppa has come home, tell him to give me a kiss good night ).” Andrea hugged Momma and closed her eyes.

‘Sorry Momma, Andrea.... Momma can't promise that Poppa will give you a kiss good night

this ...’

Fania bit her lower lip while stroking – elus Andrea's back in her cradle. All – eyes for

‘D... go home yes ... go home to and Andrea...’.

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The five young women in the Adjieran Smith Family are now sitting together in one part of the room. They now

no longer crying roared, only the rest of their cries were visible on the face and eyes. They sat in silence without a sound. Soluble in her reverie – each.

Their bodies were sitting still, but it seemed that their souls were being separated from the body of sight

empty it.

Wishing to turn back the clock, and maybe hoping tomorrow never comes. But hope continues to burn in their hearts each –, hoping very, the most painful thing it is not true – true happened.

“Mrs... (Mrs )...”

Theresa's voice broke the reverie of the five young mistresses. Mom and Mama Anye chose to stay in their room.

“Ya? ...”

Ara who said, because of coincidence Theresa spoke near him.

“All of you must eat, Ma’am (You all have to eat, Mistress ).” Said Theresa and the five young women

look at Theresa.

“We’re not hungry, Theresa (We are not hungry, Theresa ).” Prita Sahut.

“I know it’s hard... very .. but all of you must strong for those angels .. (I know this is heavy .. very .. but you all have to be strong for your little angels.).”

Theresa's words struck the five women's hearts. Theresa is right, they have – children who will need their mother more at this time. “I call Mom and Mama Anye first then.”

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Mom and Mama Anye join forces after Jihan knocks on their room. “Child – child already sleeping?.” Ask Mom with her voice still hoarse. The princess and her daughters-in-law nodded.

“Me and Ben will take you to the dining room (Ben and I will take you all to the dining room ).”

“Dining rooms? (Dining room? ).” Ask Mama Anye. Theresa and Ben nodded.

“This way .... (Chew here ) ...”

Ben stretches out one hand to welcome and escort the mistress to the dining room that Ben and Theresa say.

But Mom seemed to flinch and her body twisted like she was paying attention to where she was right now. “Why, Mom?.” Ask Ara.

“It .... like ..” Mom hangs up the word – she says makes the other six women a little confused.

“Mom!.” The princess and her daughter-in-law walked quickly after Mom who also walked quickly in one direction like she was making sure of something.

“Ben! Theresa! This.. ( This ... ).” Mom looked at the two loyal servants of her family. The moment she was already deeper down the hallway from the hallway of the room which also made the other six women a little surprised to realize that their place of refuge was now bigger than they thought.

The corridor where the rooms were lined up turned out to lead to a hallway that was divided into three. The six women besides Mom were stunned. It was like a secret place.

“Yes, Mrs. Erna.. this is or save house (Yes , Mrs Erna..this is our safe house )...” Ben said.

“Oh yes Tuhaaan!!. . deserve I feel familiar with this place.” Mom said, sighing then

shutting mouth.

“Mom know this place?.” Ask the curious Fania. “Save House? (The House of Protection? ).” Ask again and Mom nodded quickly.

“It's Save House our family!.” Said Mom enthusiastically. “This place is indeed our refuge that Dad and your husband have prepared.” Reciprocity. Binar asa was seen in the eyes of Fania and the other women. “At least we and the kids are safe here.”

“How did Mom know?.” Michelle asked.

“Mom was here a few dozen years ago.” Sahut Mom's.

Michelle and the others were surprised.

“Remember when Dad was kidnapped and held hostage then taken to Russia, then you and our family in Bandung directly brought away from Jakarta by – people Dad to secure you?.” Michelle nodded at Mom. “John brought Mom here, with Theresa and Ben!.”

“So, Mom knows which area we are in? This place .. This Save House... Mom means know access in and out of here, right?!. We can find out how Andrew and the others mean , Mom?!.”

Fania's eyes were already sparkling and her face looked excited.

“Come on Mom, show me how to get out of here. Let Fania find out where Andrew, Dad and the others are.”

Fania grabbed Mom's hand.

“Show Mom ...”

The hearts of Fania, Ara, Prita, Jihan, Michelle and even Mama Anye also flower. There is great hope to find out the state of Dad and the princes. There is a growing desire to be able to meet their beloved men.

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To be continue ...