AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 107. DA3A
Changi Airport Singapore.
He pegged in his place, it felt like he had seen the same watch as the woman's with the property of his sister-in-law. Also maybe she just looks like Aiswa, because her look is so stylish, unlike Aiswa when a few months ago she met.
"Boss, come on."
"Wait Rey, admit to calling Naya first."
Connected calls.
"Yes, baby, why? you're flying, right?"
"Yes this is already in .. honey, please ask your brother, is his black watch a custom series or limited series?"
"Why?"
"Just ask, tell me yes... Thirteen hours, I call you when you land, Maira sleep?"
"He em, just slept .. take care Brother."
"It doesn't feel like leaving if it's not urgent. Please send me a picture of Maira sleeping, now yes .. love you dear." Mahen closed the call as a picture went into his phone.
Officers asked him to turn on flight mode or shut off when the two entered the plane.
"Boss, whose watch series are you? Den Mas's? I've seen him use a few brands, haven't I?" Rey thrusts the tab.
"Hmm not this one ... Rey, there's still ten minutes left, can we take a quick look at the cctv in front of the gate?" the whisper is almost inaudible.
"I tried."
A few moments later.
"Ck, your eyes are so observant. This mean? similar to the boss of the shape when matched with the pict limited series, just not the brand that I showed earlier .. also the awkward .. this blue strip, so the possibility is limited but custom, so the, wuah, your sister-in-law secretly has good taste," Rey said when pict the results of the cctv she zoomed and then in clear capture auto focus mode to make it clearer.
"I didn't accidentally see her hand when helped to stand by her mother, it seems that .. Rey contrasts, because branded is typical and I happen to have seen Kak Amir use that too."
"Boss, big lady send an email to me .. Your phone is off? Which was? Alexandre Christie or Rolex?"
"I was flight mode earlier .. This one, Alexandre Rey, exactly."
" Gent, turn of your phone please, the plane will take off as schedule," rebuked the flight attendant when the plane door would be closed.
We need to inform you that SQ flight is without cigarette smoke, before take off we invite you to hold the chair back, close and lock the small tables that are still open in front of you, tighten the seat belt, and open the window cover.
Both stopped for a moment. Mahen Khusyu prayed for salvation until he returned.
A few minutes passed.
"Rey please find out, about the watch. How many people have it. If it's a limited series, it'll be easy to know who the girl is."
"I understand Boss, I'll do it later when I get there.
She wanted him not to interfere, but her heart was eager to find out.
Ck, Mahen your lady's disease is crunching again.
***
Indoneszian.
After her husband's call was interrupted, Naya tapped on her sister's room slowly that morning, after breakfast with Abah and Maira sleeping in her box.
"Sister," he tapped slowly.
"So Nduk, I just finished going to the boutique."
"It's not about the work ... that, hmm I can see the collection of sister's clock?" tanyanya doubt.
"Tumben, it's in the middle drawer, just pull a lot of ko just a dozen doank, for what?" answer while tidying the prayer.
"A dozen, very stylish Mr. diem-diem."
"Have your husband more, not a tie, cuff pins, shoes, glasses, let alone tuh? I'm just that, the glasses are also only three in the doank car, no more."
"Hmm, yeah, you have more accessories than me."
Naya pulls the accessories drawer according to her instructions, glued to that fancy custom.
"Prestige Nduk, I'm not excessive ko still fit the ability and not all collections, just a few series alone."
"Yes understand, Brother is also at maximum this ko price. Thanks, brother," while taking some photo shots according to Mahen's message.
Naya passed out of the room without pushing the clock shelf back into place.
"Sir, dih ga polite, not pushed again .. play blurred," he grumbled.
He got up from the side of the bed, intending to push slowly where his collection of luxury watches are neatly displayed.
His eyes looked at one of the collections he liked the most, but he had not worn them for a long time.
I haven't worn it in a long time, because it always reminds me of him. The only girl I ever gave anything like mine, was her. Not even Qiyya.
Amir took the object, swiping his Alexandre Christie limited series black watch, a couple with Aiswa. No one knows when buying these accessories because Amir sent them via courier package when Aiswa lived temporarily in Almahyra cottage.
Aiswa Fajri, may my gift be kept neatly or given in your name yes, in order to be a benefit.
Geck. Geck.
"Sister, tipped Maira yaa, I want to take a bath .. ni boy no fussy father mulu.. then also sleep already wake up again." Naya poked out from behind the door of the room that had not been fully closed.
"Where's Maira? in the room or bring it here?"
Naya takes Maira to Amir's room, when in fact she will do something. Contacting someone as Mahendra's message suggests.
"Dear Maira, here play the same uwa ... Nduk, he's getting funny." Kissing gaunt.
"Maybe you will make a diligent yes, find his opponent first." Seloroh Naya passed away. If only Maira was not in the sling, Amir would have thrown his sister with a pillow.
"Maira if you're older, don't follow Mommy yaa, like the origin when you say." Still kissing Maira who laughed amusedly due to her actions.
Naufal, maybe you too will be like Maira, adorable.
Oh God, I'm your miss.
***
Singapore.
Mama's worried about Aiswa. Since falling at the airport, he was moody. Although Mama has followed all her wishes from eating and taking medicine to waiting for Papa's men to pick them up.
Both were in the hospital waiting for the doctor to come and check on her.
"Darling, dizzy? diem ko?" elus in the head of the princess.
"Ga know Ma, my heart is pounding from here."
"Rilex Aey, bob here, the doctor's still a long time to come."
"Fifteen minutes left, Ma," Aiswa looked at his watch.
Qolbi, it's a good thing that Joanna took all of mine in the hospital. It's the only thing you've given me that I've kept and I've always worn it even when I've been sleeping since you gave it.
Aiswa ducked, the mask on her face she put on again, intending to close her eyes as advised by her mother. He leaned his head on Mama's shoulder.
"Mas, from here go straight home yeah, I'm tired."
"Dear, we're home."
Deghs.
That voice, that familiar voice, he hated it. Aiswa opened her eyes slowly, pulling her seat closer to Mama's body as the two passed before her.
Deghs. Deghs. Deghs.
God, don't let him know.
Miss, ah, thankfully she's wearing a mask.
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