AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 122. DA3A

Mahen prevented his sister-in-law from serving him from cleaning up. He then rushed to the bathroom to ease the pain in his synthetic leg joint.

A few minutes later.

Amir is still on his alphabet, performing two skirts in one third of the night, pleading for firmness and clarity of mind to avoid the bondage of lust.

"Sister, how was that? Aiswa is alive? on what basis?" Mahen asked the brother-in-law about his analysis. He was sure, Amir already knew everything just not too sure.

"This is Mas, he's still alive somehow but I make sure of all the reason I can reach .. I don't know what game and who, obviously Aiswa is not alone doing this, he said, did Ulfara help him back?" Amir handed the scribble to Mahen.

Mahen smiled knot. "Forward Sis," he looked in awe at Amir, so observant despite judging only from his physical appearance, a sign that he loved the girl very much.

"From Aiswa's habit, screen cctv, everything I met .. I noted Mas, the rest of the one I haven't confirmed so I'm not sure of this conclusion."

"What Brother?"

"His face was up close, there was something special there, under his nose .. Also a custom watch from me for him."

"The reason he's doing this is according to brother?"

"Happiness, freedom, self-evidence and dreams, my conjecture .. because Rohi is a persistent person .. he learns everything he likes even in restraints," he said slowly to remember the memories as they chatted down the lake in Semarang.

"It's almost dawn Mas, I'm permission to continue first yes .. if it's my way and he's like this, I'll chase after him this time."

"Good luck brother, I'm sorry I couldn't do much this time."

"I understand, and I don't want to ask for help Mas Panji this time .. just pray for me," he concluded.

*

Morning's approaching.

Joanna did not dare to wake her this morning when in less than two hours they had to return to London.

But after thinking back, Aiswa will seem unprofessional if it is too late to board the plane according to the predetermined schedule.

After all, the EO from Travelaja must still coordinate them to completion.

"Miss, almost eight o'clock in the morning .. Your breakfast has been delivered to the room."

"I'm sleepy Jo,"

"We have to prepare because the invitation will arrive soon .. Last night all wardrobe has been me and the committee to arrange.. Your baggage and team have partly been transported to the airport."

"That's it, five more minutes ... What time did I see Jo?"

"Sorry Miss, I came home late looking for your blue watch all over the place but it's nil."

Aiswa was stunned to wake up from her sleep, her eyes blinked quickly scanning the incoming light filtered through the curtains through the glass window of her room.

"Find me more Jo, it's a gift from someone and my only precious possession .. she accompanies me wherever I go .. please Jo," she pleaded with a sad eye.

"Okay, but Miss, you're getting ready after I'm gone."

"Yes .. met at the airport ya Jo," Aiswa slowly got off her bed. While Joanna returns to the event location looking for valuable objects belonging to her young Miss.

*

Amir who had not fully rested since yesterday, decided to take a walk to the event location so early.

He just wants to do something at the Queeny stand in order to relax his tangled mind from last night.

"How is the way that I can meet freely, without slander while he is so eager to avoid me."

Yeah Robb, ease things up.

"Mas ... Mas Amir ... Mas," exclaimed a man from a distance calling out to him.

"Yes? call me?"

"Mas can come with me to the wardrobe room? there's an item I want to confirm" he said.

"Nonstone? mine?"

"It looks like yes, because from the cctv recording only Mas Amir came out last from the diamond room, I thought it was yours ... lost something?"

"What yes, I don't know."

"Let's go with me."

Because the condition was still early in the morning, the atmosphere was still quiet when they entered the east wing building where the room was located.

"Here," the handing of a transparent plastic containing a clock.

"really? it belongs to Mas Amir?"

"This, same right? Alexandre Christie blue in the dark, custom limited series blackweird," she points to exactly what she wears.

"Well the couple turns out, thank God if so, I found the owner."

"Thanks Mas" he added, wearing an Aiswa watch in the same arm.

The time on his wrist showed at eight in the morning, Amir rushed towards the taxi stand. Nahas, there was no taxi there until he waited a few minutes.

When conventional taxis start arriving, Amir stops one of them and asks the driver to the hotel where the girl looks like Aiswa last night.

It feels the distance is so far if in a desperate state like this time. The taxi driver always invites him to talk to make Amir feel like he wants to blow emotions but as much as possible he can bear.

Eight o'clock past fifteen, hopefully he hasn't left yet because international flights at the airport start at nine in the morning.

His steps were rushed when he was about to climb the elevator, he unwittingly clashed with Aiswa who had just come out of the elevator on his right side.

He rushed to the room on the second floor, setting his breath to avoid looking breathless before knocking on his door.

Tok.Toks.

"Excuse me? Indoneisenne? make up the room because the guest has checked out sir," reprimanded the housekeeper.

Not answering the information provided by the officer, he again ran towards the elevator intending to chase Aiswa.

Please God, don't let him go without knowing that I have recognized him.

"Taxi!" he called a taxi.

"Airport please," Amir said loudly to the taxi driver as he closed the passenger seat door.

"Oh Allah, it's stuck" just drove a few meters, the stop of the red light stopped it.

"Come on Sir, come on, I'm in a hurry...." Amir.

"How else sir, I can't move." Amir decided to pay for a taxi and ran through several hundred meters of traffic and continued the journey using other taxis.

Airport.

Aiswa and her entourage have successfully checked in, her anxious waiting for Joanna who soon appears to erode her worries.

"Jo, see?"

"Sorry Miss, there's not even me asking the cleaning service officer, nil."

The voice of the announcement called for the passengers to prepare.

Outside Airport.

Amir got out of the taxi carrying him when the car had not fully stopped. Heedless of the officer's call not to run in the crowd.

The waiting room for the international departure gate is empty. Amir panic. No officer could be called for help to detain a passenger for five minutes.

In a desperate retreat, Amir finally shouted.

"Students, Rohi, Aiswa...."

"Aiswa Fajri ... Aiswa's...."

The new Aiswa will enter the boarding lane, stopping his steps as if he heard a scream calling his name.

Joanna prevented him from turning around but Aiswa insisted that the officers hold her near the glass door.

Amir saw a small commotion there, his legs ran again followed by officers who wanted to hold him because it triggered a commotion in the public room.

His steps stopped when he saw the girl his longing was looking at him while crying.

"Aiswa, my Aiswa ... Rohi, wait for me yes, I will return this to you.." he cried with a smile showing Aiswa's watch which he had wrapped around his wrist lined with his.

Bii, you realize it .. thanks .. but I have to go.

The amir? Aiswa, not him....

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