AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 106.

Seven days after Aruni's departure.

Amir accompanied by Naya visited the public funeral, taking Maira with him in his mother's arms.

"Assalamualaikum Eyang, Mas Naufal and Uwa, Maira would send a prayer."

"I'm coming, baby, bismillah...."

The two were solemnly praying at their three beloved centers for some time.

"Happy first anniversary, you guys fill my one year with short but full of memorable memories .. adek, take care of mommy and eyang there yaa ... Abi will be looking for you."

"Mba Runi, the trust will be Naya conveyed after home yes, in shay God we will take care of your handsome husband."

"Well, what is Nduk?" ask amir wonder.

"Some, I didn't read the contents just cheeked, still sealed the letter."

"About what?"

"I didn't read it, brother...."

"We go home then, there's nothing to hide from Nduk anymore."

Glug.

Naya swallowed the saliva, because the face of the brother was seriously looking at her, spooky.

Thirty minutes later.

When the brothers arrived, the condition of the house was a little crowded because the catering and snack box were being transported from the car into the house. Today is seven days when his wife is home. Later in the evening there will be a study related to that. Also as gratitude that in the disaster there must be wisdom of goodness.

Kusuma's family almost at the same time one by one fell ill. Starting from Danarhadi, Almahyra who is required bedrest even though it has been the second trimester followed by Mama Aruni who will return to Turkey with her husband tomorrow, it feels necessary to return to bermunjat begging for convenience, health, health, and safety, blessed be the ruler of the universe.

"Sir, where?" amir asked as he put Maira to bed in the baby box in his sister's room.

Naya opened her dresser drawer, pulling out a letter she had been putting there since two days before her sister-in-law's departure.

"This brother" his sodor to Amir who had been waiting for him at the side of the bed.

Amir received it with his right hand, opened the blue envelope and read it slowly. There was sadness on his face.

Mas Assalamualaikum, hope you are healthy huh.

When this letter reaches you it's a sign that I'm no longer by your side, sorry.

I asked Naya to clean up everything that was mine after I left. Don't get in the way, Mom, I don't want you to keep the sadness about me any longer .

It's not that you want to forget all the sweet things we did together, but I know you, Mas.

You will fall and dissolve in silence, I don't want you to.

Continue our dreams yes, encourage again. Realize your desire so that Queeny can become the leading fashion moslem market that is really syar'i .

Make every kalam Mas understand, a source of inspiration and contained in every design of Queeny. As Mas always told me, da'wah many varieties and ways. What we pioneered this may be a source of rewards for the knowledge that Mas have.

Naya was just silent waiting for the brother's reaction.

Amir was still looking at the letter, one or two drops of clear liquid fell right on the light blue paper.

Still be the perfect dream husband figure for your wife later, Mas. Had Aiswa been alive, I would have come to her so that she would have me ready for a handsome man to be her husband.

I hope that whoever your wife will be able to give what I cannot give and make.

My hope, may Mas always be healthy, blessed with children who sholehah, happier than when with me, sorry I have not been the perfect wife for you.

Thank you for choosing and making me Queen on our short journey.

I really did not think that my coming here actually led to many desires that ended up being crossed one by one because of you, because God bestowed the perfect Amirzain on me even though no one.

A loving affectionate hug for my perfect handsome husband.

Amir fell silent, wiping the corner of his net that left a circle. His fingers folded back the light blue paper. Tidying it up like before.

"Sir, please clean all the stuff tomorrow morning, please give it up to be a finger for him."

"He already knows when to go, then make a message like this. Tell Abah too, that the heir in the name of Qiyya, I have no intention of taking her."

"I leave this to you again, Nduk. Remind me if I neglect to keep his wish for Queeny to be a way of preaching for us."

"Qiyya, let alone you?" said berantar.

"Jagain sister, watch the meal and all the necessities until you get married again."

"Ck, I don't know when that's. I'm still reluctant, my wife's land is still wet."

"Who knows, brother .. if God wills, right?"

"Content ... I gapapa in shayah nrimo ko Nduk, your responsibilities are many .. There is Maira and your husband who need you more .. sorry if Qiyya ever trouble you."

Naya just smiled.

"Quenny can contract to make Kak employee hijab, even though grade B, a decent 1500 pcs, but not yet Abang cross check again because tomorrow he wants to go to the UK first two days .. can already be brought Kak work," he asked reluctantly.

"Have, should not be sad excessively .. it is the same as being disappointed with His decree. Bismillah rise Nduk."

"Alhamdulillah."

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London.

Dewiq received a call from Papa a few minutes ago, asking Mama to check up regularly to Singapore, where Papa's medical facility has been set up.

"Tomorrow so go Ma, accompanied by Aey yes ... Aey, Aey, Aeyza." exclaimed Dewiq calling him.

"Yes sister, hold on, find the hijab."

"Aey, here's all your documents, don't forget about it until later, buy a meal or snack first, you have to take medicine." Handing her over with her right hand one map of Mama's documents to Aiswa when the girl was in front of her.

"Okay, sister" Aiswa's right hand began to flexibly move.

"Jo," call him.

"Ready Miss."

"Aey, be careful, honey. Moms, I'm going first yeah, pray deal .. c-up." Dewiq kissed Mama's cheeks and rubbed gently on the hijab that covered Aiswa's short hair.

The next morning, London time. Aiswa, Mama, Joanna and two bodyguards leave London for Singapore.

Thirteen hours later, it was a long time for Aiswa to sleep, eat and sleep again. Making the trip this time did not make him nauseous, several times to go home in fact still makes his stomach difficult to compromise.

International arrival gate, Changi Airports.

Perches. His suitcase was hit by someone who hastily nudged Aiswa who was still a little dizzy until he fell.

"Sorry Miss," he said apologizing. When the man wanted to help Aiswa stand up, Joanna blocked him. Mama with one bodyguard, help her daughter get up.

A small incident that had attracted attention because Aiswa fell, making one pair of eyes turn.

The man with a sturdy posture, opened his sunglasses as he was only 10 meters away from the scene of the incident.

"Ga maybe, she's very stylish .. not Aiswa. " He also wears his glasses back along with the announcement that has asked the passenger to prepare.

As he took a few steps away, he turned his body back. Watch, isn't that the same as hers? where it went.

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