AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTER 129. PERMISSIONS

After the black Vios came out slowly from the Tazkiya complex, he directed the four-wheeled vehicle to Bekasi, to see the development of his school before he left for London, the next morning.

An hour's drive he traveled with a fairly long jamacetan finally arrived at his Arza Tahfidz Boarding Scholl.

"Alhamdulillah, there have been many changes and look better even though it is new from the outside view," Amir saw from inside his car. He deliberately did not tell about his arrival here.

Just want to visit for a moment without inconveniencing the staff with official processions and so on.

His long legs came out of the sedan that was carrying him, then walked down the hallway of the classroom towards the headmaster's room.

"O Allah, Son of Amir, with whom?" exclaim H. Amsori when he saw it from the teacher's room, Abah's confidant. He then invited Amir into his room at the end of the corridor.

"Alone Pa Haji, just stop by," reply Amir saluted the elderly man in front of him.

"Yesterday Abah also said that Nak Amir in Jakarta, ana said the report was smoothly sent to Nak Amir's email, and the written evidence was also complete." When the two sat down on the sofa.

"That's not Pa Haji, I just want to visit, because I'm going to London tomorrow, I hope he will come back...." his door while looking at his students was muraja'ah their memorization in the Hall of the school that doubles the mushola.

"London, who's meeting?"

"Pa haji inget ga? you ever tell me when I was in college last year in Tazkiya, about breaking away from the matchmaking that Abah used to ask for?"

"Yes, Ana remembers Nak," she said with a smile considering that Amir actually met her because she did not intend to go home when her brother presented a picture of a girl.

"When I didn't have anything then Pa Haji said, if you want to be free to choose a girl to be a wife then you have to have something and sekufu especially if the girl is the child of a Kyai .. finally when Abah tells me this location, I'm not it ... and started pioneering since I graduated, then served Abah in business, "he recalled the journey that led him to Aiswa.

"Then Nak Amir was steady in managing this after the encounter with the girl right? what's-her-name? princess Yaimu.." guess it later with a radiant face.

"Na'am, Aiswa fajri .. tomorrow I will pick her up, I proposed to her this afternoon and my application was accepted ... I also contacted Abah via message," he continued in a soft tone, leaning his head against the sofa. He never thought that his small talk some time ago had brought him to this point.

H. Amsori took off the glasses perched on her old face, patting Amir's shoulder slowly as if he also felt tired of the struggle of this man like his son until it reached a little more results.

"Dreams, ideals, hopes, prayers, all if said over and over will surely arrive... Ana remembers everything that Nak Amir wanted when confiding first yes and now one by one manifested, barokallah.." he cried, he removed the clear hair that appeared in the corner of his eye.

All he knows, the boy had always preferred to harbor his feelings and tragedy and must have hurt him deeply until Aruni came home.

"Well me Pa Haji, my heart feels bad...."

"Kheir, in she Allah Kheir, aamiin.." The nostalgic small talk of the two of them ended until the reverberating ashar adhan was closed with congregational prayers at the mushola.

Night, orchid.

Amir called his father-in-law H. Emran to ask permission if he in the near future may be getting married again.

Apologize and explain everything to your father-in-law. Quite unexpectedly, Abi Aruni told her to return home soon and thank her for making her daughter the happiest wife in her life.

Especially Mama, the response instead wants to participate when applying for a wife for him, Mama wants to leave her perfect daughter-in-law directly to the elected angel in order to keep her as well as possible beyond the role of Aruni before.

The call ended after they released a sense of haru that could not be resisted coloring the conversation that night.

Before going to bed, he sent a broadcast message to all families, sisters and brothers not to forget the gamal and Uyut, so that the trip this time was facilitated.

After preparing the suitcase and coat, Amir also rested so that his body back fit tomorrow.

"Alhamdulillah, all steps are complete... Bismillah with prayers and blessings of all of you, who played an important role in the journey of love and my life .. I set out to pick up my biggest dream this time." he said as he prepared for bed.

Next Morning.

At four in the morning, Amir was already at Soetta Airport for boarding using a transit plane through Singapore and then continued to travel to London.

He has now changed planes to London.

*

While elsewhere.

This morning while eating his oat disofa apartment breakfast, Hasbi was looking at reviews on television about current fashion trends, including a re-broadcast of the company's event expo that he had not been able to attend. He wanted to give something to Serli, his wife who was learning to wear the hijab.

When he was about to bribe the last mouthful, his hand hung in the air looking at the look of the big screen.

"Aiswa?" he grabs the remote and presses the stop and zoom buttons on the image there.

"Aiswa, are you ... still alive?" he was angry, looking for a cellphone that he forgot to keep where until Serli brought it because there was a call from campus.

"Oh no, don't let Mas know," muttered Serli staring at the look before his eyes.

"Dear, my phone, thank you." Hasbi grabbed the phone roughly from his wife's hand, apparently contacting someone at the end of the line.

"You why? what was that talking about?" tanyanya is suspicious of Serli.

"Ehm-engga ko, I didn't say anything," he replied dodging.

"Isn't he? your other face, dear," she followed Serli in the dining room.

"Ga ko, anyone ... Mas but, for what the hell, you already have me right?" added worry.

"They tricked me, faking someone's death was no ordinary offense. I suspect Hermana Arya, rumor has it that the ruling medical clan had just launched one booster drug for critical conditions, he said, the submission of my cooperation proposal was rejected many times .. If they had a scandal and got involved this considering that Aiswa was admitted to his hospital, the Hermana Clan would have fallen and I would have easily offered an option," obviously at length.

"Already, stop ... I'm not asking my husband a millionaire, I just want you to love me, Mas." Persuade Serli so Hasbi is not too ambitious.

"Enjoy the results, dear .. I go first," he avoided the topic of debate with Serli.

Hariri salim, Hermana, are you plotting to deceive me?

***

Heathrow, London.

Nearly fourteen hours into his journey, Amir is waiting for the Bell Boy Hotel to pick him up at the airport.

Cold weather ambushed the skin of his face that was not covered by a warming scarf. Until the baritone voice of a man reprimanded him from the side.

"Hi, sorry I'm late Mr. Amirzain .. i'm Fred from Montana Hotel .. This is your luggage, sir? I'll take all your personal belongings." (Sorry I'm late, is this your Innate? I'll bring all yours)

"Nevermind, it hasn't been long .. yes it is, thanks you." (It's okay, I haven't waited too long).

The hotel crew asked Amir to follow them to a car that was ready to pick him up in the parking area.

London, help me...

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