ALVARO BETTING GIRL
For The Last

In the car neither Alvaro nor Miranda spoke. Miranda is upset that she is being played by the Prayoga family. He was busy cursing in his heart. He was sure that they had done it on purpose so that Miranda would stay away from Alvaro. Miranda did not easily waver and give up. Today he chose to give up but not for the next.

There are still many ways to become Alvaro Prayoga's mistress. I have to have patience for my future in-laws who are both equally julid. Well Miranda, Alvaro will also go to America and I can follow there. Everything will be easier later.

Alvaro himself he doesn't care much. All he had in his mind at this moment was to look for his heart. He did not want to waste the remaining time these few days to be able to find Nurul. His people had told him that they had found information about the donors who had remained in the home since it was built. After dropping off Miranda, he will soon be where they promised to be.

Alvaro's car is parked in front of the hotel. He had no intention of driving Miranda into his room. He doesn't want to waste any more time. 

"It's a shame that I didn't get to the room" Alvaro said.

"Yes, don't be a pity, after all, there's a Hesti in front of the one waiting for you. Today there was still one photo shoot before I left. Thanks for the nganterin. Oh yeah, take me to the airport later, please!"

Alvaro just nodded slowly. 

If I could of course. I have another focus on it.

Miranda left a kiss on Alvaro's left cheek and got out of the car. Alvaro held onto his cheek then his expression turned flat.

"If I used to maybe kiss her and we'd kiss more than I thought. But now it feels different. I just want to be touched by Aina. Just her. Hahhh .. baby, where the hell are you? I swear I miss wearing it with you."

Alvaro returns his car to where he promised. Not forgetting he sent a message to Ikram to immediately follow him.

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A few kilometers away from where Alvaro is today, a girl who is no longer a girl is taking care of their new home. The house has five rooms and only one floor. Nurul seems to be arranging their luggage that he has not been able to unload because he still feels tired.

"May I be at home in this place. May good fortune side with me in this place. I haven't bought a new simcard yet. Later in the afternoon I will be alive and all recognize this environment," Nurul said after he tidied up some of his books.

Nurul picked up his bag of sale and pulled out a cell phone. He accidentally dropped a business card.

Danish Ganendra Emrick's

"Oh so he's a lawyer. Wow, same goes my field. May this be the path to good luck" Nurul muttered in delight.

Suddenly, Nurul's feelings became sad. He remembered the graduation he left when he had been waiting for a long time. He remembered Flora and also he remembered the unlucky bastard who still occupied the throne in his heart. Nurul wanted to be angry but he could be angry at his heart. Even if it is forced, it will only get fruitless.

Did he come after me? Or he forgot about me. I hate to admit this but I miss you wearing Alvaro Genta Prayoga.

Nurul wiped away her tears that boldly soaked her cheeks just because of that bastard that she was unlucky to love.

"No! Don't remember him anymore" said Nurul.

A few kilometers away from Nurul's current residence, the man driving the car suddenly brakes his car.

"Why is my chest so tight? Why am I crying? I can't feel my crying and my chest pain. I don't get sick weird, do I?" muttered Alvaro holding his chest.

Nurul's room is knocked over by Pian who invites him to drive them to a new school to enroll them. Nurul got ready and they immediately went to the school. Fortunately, primary school is close to their home, which is only 200 meters from their home.

The school business of his sisters is finished and starting tomorrow they have started to study at school. And now it's his business to get a new job to help take care of their needs in the orphanage. He intends to contact Danish but he still hesitates. Until half an hour passed Nurul still did not get the courage to call Danish. He just sat quietly on his bed.

Bu Uswa came into Nurul's room, he was a little surprised to see Nurul who was daydreaming.

"Isn't it hard in this place?"

Nurul gasped as soon as he heard Bu Uswa's voice. He smiled and then shook his head.

Bu Uswa smiled, "We are not straying in this place because it should be this place that we came from the beginning. This is mom's house, Nurul. The house where the mother was born and grew up is also in this place," Bu Uswa's story that made Nurul surprised.

"Oh yeah? But why are you in Jakarta?" ask Nurul curiously.

"Diboyong husband. Actually it is the mother's parents more precisely your grandmother is a native of Jakarta but because you are married and your grandfather is a native of the region so he was brought and we live here. At that time I was in college in Jakarta and met Mas Budi, your father. We got married and mom stayed at our old home. 

"That night my mother called my sister who lived two houses from this house to the right. Mother asked about this house and it turns out that no one occupies almost three years, only it still continues to be treated. So I decided to stay here. There is no need to buy and that is definitely far from the person who intends to take over this house. The certificate is in the name of the mother."

Nurul hugs Bu Uswa. He knew, behind the story he remembered their old house. Although Bu Uswa was so cheerful to tell the story of this house, but the sadness in his eyes could not deceive.

 "Why didn't you tell me from the beginning? Indeed, we should have come back here and mother can age in the mother's childhood home. Nurul is sure we will be happier in this place. Later if Nurul has worked, we will occasionally visit to eat father in Jakarta," said Nurul comforted Bu Uswa.

"May you have success and ease in life, son. I always wish you and your sisters the best. Oh yes, in this city the mother also has a plantation even though it belongs to the family but if we help in the plantation then we will get results. If Nurul does not get a job, then it can be in the plantation," said Bu Uswa.

Like getting a fresh wind that hit his face, Nurul immediately nodded in spirit. 

"Nurul would, Mom. After all Nurul has not taken a diploma on campus. For a while Nurul can work on the plantation. Later if you can take a new diploma Nurul find another job," said Nurul eager.

Instead of me confused to contact Danish, mending me work on the plantation first. I also do not want to be considered KKN because of work in the office but do not have a diploma. Ntar thought I benefited insiders even though most of the working world is like that.

"Tomorrow to join the mother to the plantation. We'll get acquainted and you'll learn to garden. Now you rest, mother also wants to go back to the room," said Bu Uswa.

Nurul hugged Bu Uswa tightly.

"Thank you for always giving the light in Nurul's life. Nurul always prayed that the mother be protected by God. Nurul loved mom," he said.

Bu Uswa smiled then stroked Nurul's hair.

"Aamiinu. I love you too and always will" Bu Uswa said sincerely.

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"Hello, is this true with Alvaro?"

Alvaro who was discussing Nurul with his person and Ikram just cleared his throat to answer the call.

At first he did not want to answer his call but he saw an unknown number he wished it was from Nurul who was looking for him.

"I'm Hesti, Miranda's assistant. While apologizing for bothering you but just now Miranda met some unknown people and they took Miranda away by force. Previously they had been physically violent because Miranda refused to come with them. And now they're taking Miranda somewhere. Help me, please help me find Miranda. You're all I can hope for."

"Miranda kidnapped? How could? Where are you now?"

"In studio XX."

"All right, I'll be there now. You wait there" said Alvaro.

Ikram stared at Alvaro who still cared so much.

"It's for humanity and I don't want to be accused of being random because he was still me. I'm not fucking around. I just want Aina, let's help me please help the troublemaker. For the last time," said Alvaro without question, he was already memorized by the meaning of the gaze of Ikram.

"Okay, for the last one."