
A woman in her early thirties came to bring a cup of warm tea for Shin Seo Hyun.
“Include, this is my wife, Sarah,” said Ilham, introducing his wife.
Shin Seo Hyun nodded her head and was greeted with a smile by Sarah.
“Please drink the tea, Mister!“ inspired after Sarah passed from the room.
“Thank you,” said Shin Seo Hyun, take a cup from the table.
With the corner of his eyes, Shin Seo Hyun observed the man sitting on the edge of the bed. Appearance neat. Impressed smart and tough. His skin was a little dark sunburned. Maybe it was because he worked as a gatekeeper, thought Shin Seo Hyun.
“What do you mean, sir, saying my wife has flown?” asked Shin Seo Hyun, feeling awkward.
“Ah .. it .. someone picked her up once informed there was a stranger stranded here. Sir just wait! Soon, you will also be picked up. I've contacted the authorities,” said Ilham, explaining the situation.
“So apparently. Alright. You said this is the Land of a Thousand Flowers. Where is that? I've never heard of it.”
Inspiration is just smiling. “In this world, many things are sometimes invisible, but that does not mean there is no. The existence of our country may have never been found on the map and I can not explain it.”
Ilham's reply invited Shin Seo Hyun's astonished look.
“But ... Tuan need not worry, we will find a way to get Mr and Mr.'s wife out of this country,” he continued, calming Shin Seo Hyun.
A series of love and sorrow stories is a set of colors in a palette of flavors. Where love becomes a white canvas on the stand of life that has been perfectly upheld by the Painter of destiny. And man is the curator, collector and appreciator of the creation of the Powerful Art. Regardless of which role is more dominant, sincerity and fortitude are true museums in themselves.
Shin Seo Hyun let out a long sigh. Capturing a speck of bright light at the end of the restless hallway. Communication panels installed on one of the walls of the workspace Ilham became a silent witness to his struggle to fulfill the promise to protect the wife.
“Prepare, Sir! Your pick-up will arrive soon,” said Ilham reminded him.
“Ya, alright.” Shin Seo Hyun hurried to tidy up her clothes and followed Ilham down from the house.
With a single jolt, Ilham's horse ran to take Shin Seo Hyun to the expanse of the field, where a helicopter was ready to wait.
Amidst the hope that bloomed in the garden of hearts, Shin Seo Hyun waved at Ilham, the gatekeeper who became an intermediary bridge to meet the idol.
When the helicopter landed on the top of a tall building, the time was already five in the afternoon. A young man greeted Shin Seo Hyun with a fluttering tie blown by the strong wind due to the turn of the helicopter propeller.
“Mr Shin!” abbas exclaimed in shock as soon as Shin Seo Hyun set foot on the roof floor of the building.
“Mr Abbas!” Shin Seo Hyun was no less surprised.
The two shook hands with each other and kept the question in their hearts.
“Come down!” take Abbas as he steps ahead of Shin Seo Hyun who is tailing behind.
“Please sit down, Mr Shin!” he said when he arrived at his study.
While circulating his gaze, Shin Seo Hyun observed Abbas's workroom. The beauty of the interior decoration layout and some old paintings made Shin Seo Hyun feel a little calmer.
“Tell me how you can arrive in this country, Mr Shin!” pinta Abbas while putting a cup of coffee on the table, then sat down to accompany Shin Seo Hyun.
“Entahlah. I don't really understand either. Clearly, I was chasing my wife, ” said Shin Seo Hyun as he sipped the hot coffee.
“Oh ... You are married?” abbas asked. He didn't even get an invitation.
“Sorry, it is not my intention to disrespect you, but .. Our marriage is indeed very closed and simple. It was also at the request of Izzah,” said Shin Seo Hyun, feeling bad to see the gaze of Abbas's eyes as if wondering.
“About Dimas knows not yes?” his inner.
“Ah! Please keep it a secret from Mr. Dimas!” pinta Shin Seo Hyun seemed to be able to read Abbas's mind.
“Good. You can trust me,” said Abbas, very understanding of what Shin Seo Hyun said.
Love and longing can never be separated. There is no love without longing. And longing becomes a thorn in the flesh when the heart waits uncertainly. It hurts so much. The only cure is an encounter. Abbas understands that.
“If you are not too tired, we better leave now. I'll take you to see Izzah,” Abbas said after seeing Shin Seo Hyun's cup empty. Shin Seo Hyun's eyes immediately sparkled brightly.
“Come!” he quickly stood up excitedly and walked towards the door. Makes Abbas smile.
“The basis is again kasmaran,” muttered, then grabbed his suit and came out following Shin Seo Hyun.
Abbas drove his car through the darkness of the night, across the winding path of the Land of a Thousand Flowers. Flickering lights from multi-storey buildings look beautiful and charming.
Shin Seo Hyun was amazed. Unexpectedly in a land in the middle of nowhere that is not even visible on the map and untraceable in space, it is stored in the elegance of an extraordinary city. Surprisingly, all are dominated by the shape of the flower.
“Hem .. maybe that's why this country is known by the name of the Land of a Thousand Flowers, the inner” Shin Seo Hyun, draws conclusions from the results of a cursory observation.
“Still far huh?” shin Seo Hyun asked, glancing at her watch.
It has been an hour or so, but there has been no sign of Abbas stopping his vehicle. Not slowing down either.
“It's close,” said Abbas, smiling thinly.
“It looks like Mr. Shin really can't wait to meet his wife,” Inner Abbas, glanced at the pensive Shin Seo Hyun staring out the window. Anxiety was clearly heard from his breath.
It's so dark out there. However, it was not as heart-wrenching as Shin Seo Hyun. Izzah's departure really carried half his soul. Leave an empty space in the corner of his wounded heart. A day of death, much more than that. The soul can be petrified, adding to the collection of mummies at the Museum of Egyptian Antiquities, Egypt.
GECK! GECK! GECK!
Izzah had just finished the Quran reclining when there was a knock on his door.
“Shortly ...,” he shouted from inside the room. Naimah called him.
When the door opened, a man stood behind him. Izzah. Doubtful he greeted.
“Mas Dirga?” He rubbed his eyes several times to convince his vision.
Once back in the body, Dirga could not resist his longing.
“Izzah, you almost made me die,” whispered Shin Seo Hyun as he hugged his wife tightly.
The crying spilled unstoppably from the eyes of the two of them.
“I'm sorry, Mas. I ... I didn't mean it,” said Izzah, feeling guilty.
“I know,” replied Shin Seo Hyun, dispelling his wife's guilt while wiping away the tears on Izzah's cheeks.
A second later, they were swept away in the rush of romance. Changing fret so sigh and gulana also switch the look to be happy. Engrave orange color on a piece of love canvas.
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