AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 121. DA3A

"Ais-wa, Rohi?" Amir unexpectedly, his presence in this midnight hotel led him to the fact that the woman he had been looking for had been in front of him.

"Ma-af who?" great-grandson Aiswa slowly. His heart beat so fast and strong that it felt like it wanted to cough.

Amir was silent, lowering his face while sighing.

"I'm sorry if I'm wrong .. This is your order," he said handed the purple goodie bag.

"Thanks a lot," he replied almost inaudibly as his left hand stretched out.

Deghs. Leftist.

"Even your voice is very similar to her .. I don't know if you are my Aiswaku or not, but I'll make sure soon... I don't know what reason he did it but I will keep my eyes and ears wide open one day when he shares the story ..Good night, good rest Miss Danesh, Aeyza or Little A, please rest Miss Danesh, Aeyza or Little A, I don't know what your name really is" he concluded, turning around and stepping away from the place.

Brugh.

Aiswa fell on the floor as the man left her heart.

"Bii, how much I want to say that I am your Aiswa, but my heart is unbearable to Aruni who has been your rightful wife... let me bear the wound, isn't this what you want? we can still see each other from a distance even though we can't be together?"

Aiswa closed the door of the room using her feet, she was weak, her strength drained.

The tired knee was then pulled bend until it closed the chest, both of his hands he used to hold tightly the two folded legs so that it was sturdy when his head he buried there just throw a clear dam that would make the river again.

"Bii," his sobbing heart-wrenching.

Cclack.

Joanna had just arrived in their room, she had passed Amir when he got out of the elevator and the man was waiting for the same iron box to go down to the ground floor.

What he was worried about happened. Now he finds his young lady sobbing that her fragile little shoulder shakes again.

"Miss, I'm sorry I'm late," he jolted to the tiny figure slumped in front of him.

"Jo, I don't think I'm strong .. but my dream is a little more I reach, he's a married man .. If I can cross the air to avoid it far away maybe I can slowly forget it." Aiswa.

Miss, I'm sorry, there's nothing stopping you from being together. It's just, we want him to fight properly this time.

He promised to find out about you, didn't he? be patient a little more, I'm sure Amir is not a stupid man, he must be trying hard for you.

He was also not a careless man, perhaps past events made him even more cautious before acting.

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The pair of long legs was as strong as he could forcefully leave the hotel. On the way down earlier he passed by a familiar person adorning his memory but still he could not remember correctly, who was the familiar figure.

On the way back using the same taxi his brain continues to spin until without feeling himself has returned to the hotel where he was staying.

Amir ignored the front office greeting that greeted him. Want to quickly arrive in his room to clean up and then string all the puzzles in pieces of memory that seemed to start urgent to be solved.

"Astaghfirullah, laa haula wala quwwata illa billah," sighed as her room key had been opened.

As originally planned, he hurried. Spend thirty minutes until the last greeting is perfect he does.

Still on the prayer mat, Amir closed his eyes. Begging firmly in the heart so that everything is facilitated.

"Nearly in the morning" he looked at the watch he put on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Where was that letter?" remembering the writing of the designer Little A, Amir reached into the pocket of his shirt again.

Find the envelope and open it and read it slowly. He then brought the small note paper available in the room to the alphabet.

"Ok bismillah ... handwriting is like Aiswa, exactly .. when receiving a goodie bag she uses her left hand, for Muslim women should she know if it all starts with the right hand ... his philosophy of color and design strongly characterizes that he is fahim .. hence it should be the right hand he uses except him, left-handed ... Rohi left-handed though not too but .. hmm, I have to ask someone for help."

"Assalamu'alaikum sir, may I disturb? .. Yes, bother you because I asked for a quick analysis to scan the screen cctv of a room tonight, can you?"

After his call ended, he had to wait for the next hour to see if this writing meant anything to him.

While he waited, his heart was restless so Amir decided to return to ablution while muroja'ah rote again.

In the dim light of the room, when his body was leaning on the side of the bed and his neutrals for a moment asked to close, he suddenly surprised something.

"Astaghfirullah," Amir rose from his position.

"That woman, the nurse when Aiswa just regained consciousness during the coma, her face is exactly the same even though her look is different."

"Hallo sir, additional please. can I request the cctv of Aiswa's room on the day he is pronounced dead?" He called the same guy.

The sleepiness that disappeared instantly excited him, his heart pumping blood faster than ever before.

His hand again grabbed the paper notes he had compiled.

"Suspicious cluster in Aiswa's room, when Aiswa's cage was pushed to the elevator ..Women in Singapore when I hit the girl in the hallway, also during the event several times I saw her and also earlier, the woman in Singapore, passing in the hotel elevator."

"Well, let's start with you .. she's always been around the girl, distracting a lot .. sure she's the bodyguard."

Cringes. Cell phone's ringing.

"I checked the e-mail, thank you very much Mr. Kusno Kalani, you are the best .. sorry to disturb your sleeping hours."

Amir opened his email, patiently waiting for the attachment of the perfectly downloaded file.

In disbelief, his fingers pressed the screen of the device, enlarged the display to rotate the flat object hoping that the screen will be more clearly visible.

"True, that woman, fits everything I wrote earlier." His finger then reopened one more file. Showing the screen of the event room last night.

"Left, he wrote with his left hand initially and then changed to the right, deserved the writing is a bit different," Amir grabbed the envelope of the designer's letter.

"O Allah" Amir rose up from his word. Her body trembled as if in disbelief, she stepped back and forth in her room until a knock on the door of the room blurred her nervousness.

Geck. Geck.

Amir opened the door. Seemed her sister-in-law standing there with a shabby appearance and looking tired, just arrived from her duties.

"Sir, Naya sleeps like pules, I sleep here first yes until morning .. very tired," he asked listlessly.

"Masuk Mas, just sleep .. I'm not sleepy anymore as well as tahajud time, also thinking hard, sorry if messy." Amir opened the door wide so that Mahendra could enter his room.

"Where's Rey?"

"With Alex ... what else is Sis?" tanya Mahen looked at the scattered sheets of paper while taking off his coat and shoes and taking off his synthetic left foot pad.

"Stringing a puzzle about the girl I suspected of being Aiswa .. Her legs hurt Mas, I prepared warm water first, for a moment."

"Aiswa?... eh, no kak, I can ko," he said holding Amir's step even though his step was limping.

"Students are alive, but this is my guess...."

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