AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 204. THE CHARM OF DWIANA ROSE

Basements.

Beeping. Beeping.

Manicured skinny fingers pressed the car remote, opened the steering door handle.

Straight black hair shoulder to shoulder with bob model, very fitting on his face that is tapered clean white with beads of black-brown eyes increasingly confirms that his eyes are as sharp as an eagle.

The base of the nose is upright with the lobe shrinking, the tiny lips and sensual pink blush make the owner of the oval face look more beautiful.

Foot tiered trouser and sneaker navy strip orange it began to get into the car. Adjust the seat and footrest on the pedals and brakes. Sit sensual body covered oversize shirt that he wears to be comfortable when driving later.

Dwiana has a high posture strapping, although she looks thin but she still maintains fitness so that the curves of her body are perfectly formed.

When Aiswa wears a loose robe or abaya to cover the sensuality of his body, so does Dwiana. Hiding his skin and body with loose clothing. Unless the mood of his business back on, he will wear clothes less material or tight.

The three women who have their own specialties with what God gives, in fact bring them to meet one thing in common. Dark stories of the past.

Aiswa with a rebellious fashion, Dewiq with a lazy style and the night world as well as Dwiana who is familiar with hard business people who involve rude players.

"Alien, to me you are like cotton and I am the filth. Cotton will probably clean the surface but still the remnants of pollution reduction will remain there."

The beautiful girl whose charm is invisible due to the cold response to the opposite sex began to step on the pedal leaving the basement apartment to the cemetery.

"After the funeral I will visit the training ground. It doesn't feel like body contortion makes all my muscles stiff. Thanks Derens, you've taken me to dojo, karate and wushu training. But I really enjoyed the wushu, sorry to disappoint you," he muttered seeing the watch displayed on the dashboard, giving the older brother when he lied has gone up in level.

Krieg.

Dwiana's phone rang, but because she was concentrating on the car in front of her so that at a glance saw the Caller ID, her fingers pressed the bluetooth button.

"Yes?"

"Dwi, can you pick me up?"

Deghs.

Rayyan. Why her?

"Hmmmm, i...."

"I know you're in Jakarta, pick me up at RSPP huh. I was very sleepy and had to go to Hermana Hospitals. If I'm driving, I can chuckle" she asked in a weak voice.

"I...."

"But if you mind, don't do it. Let me slow down or just use the online motorcycle. Thanks and sorry if it bothers you," said Rayyan cut off the call.

"Yes already, I am also busy .. later in the afternoon to Dewiq dressingin Ahmad. Men too, may not have rest. Aiswa is pregnant young, Amir may not permit him long in the hospital," he said while turning the steering wheel into the toll in the city continued the journey to Tangerang.

An hour and a half later. The Moon Hill Memorial Park.

Dwi entered the elite burial grounds there. Park the vehicle to the west side and then climb two rows of stairs on the hill before finally the footsteps of the oriental mixed-faced girl, turning to the right entering her family's lot.

"Hi all, grandfather, grandmother and Bang Derend ... Assalamu'alaikum yes ahlal grave," he softly resisted the hoarse voice.

"I know I'm not a devout Muslim, but I still remember when Aiswa taught me how to pilgrimage the grave .. don't wait, I will try to improve myself again," said Dwiana.

"Bismillah, ila hadroti nabiyyil musthofa .. al fatihah,"

"Wa arwakhi...."

"Tsumma ila hadroti ikhwanihi minal anbiya'i wal mmursalin...."

"Tsumma ila jami'il ahlul qubuur...."

"Wa limanijtama’naa haunaa bisabih...."

"Va khushuushon ilaa ruuhi...."

"Lahumul...."

(usually named, except muslims)

Dwiana doubted, it is true that the arrangement mentions Rosulullah, friends, anbiya'i, Muslims and their families. He paused for a moment to remember.

"This is Allah's right" he murmured with a smile.

"I will always pray for you, in my prostration .. always say your name if I remember at every opportunity even though I rarely come here ... I'm sorry Dwi was able to perform the worship back properly after meeting Aiswa, you guys must know right?"

"See you again, Dwi promises to be routinely here if it's in the indo again ... Assalamu'alaikum" he added, leaving a family-owned estate.

While descending the last step of the ladder, he was reprimanded by the guard of the plots.

"Miss Raharja?"

"Yes, why sir?" ask Dwiana.

"What's wrong, only Miss likes to come here. May healthy always be Non" he said.

Dwiana understood, she slipped one hundred thousand pieces of money, in the grip of her hand that was holding a broom.

"Don't Non, can't do this. I just say hello" he refused.

"Make snacks, there are no cctv around here sir, accept yes because I rarely come here later," said Dwi while leaving the guard father of the lot.

The red BMW sport again drove away from the funeral to the training ground when he was in high school. His mother wanted the princess to pursue ballet while his father wanted Dwi to practice karate like their firstborn. He chose wushu.

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Coconut ivory.

Two hours passed by and he filled it with practice. The afternoon.

His body was already sweating, he decided to take a bath at the training ground before heading to the hospital.

After he was clean and fresh again and changed clothes with a long shirt with hoodie combined with the same pants, Dwiana was out of the training ground to her car.

Just starting the engine and pulling the brake lever, the phone rang again.

"Yes?"

"Dwi, where is it?" Aiswa Voice.

"Just going to the hospital, you too?"

"Later to wait for Qolbi, I feel like myself at will so I am also lazy wherever even visit Brother," complained Aiswa aware of his hormonal changes.

"Doctor Rayyan why? over where? Ok Ok, I'm going there."

Amir's voice came closer and closer to talk about Rayyan.

"Eh, Aish, what's wrong with Doctor Rayyan?" ask Dwi. Aiswa asks Amir the same thing.

"Russia ... Dwi, are you close to the location? doctor Rayyan's car crashed into a wall of road markings an hour ago. He is still around the Tomang area." said Aiswa.

Hearing that, Dwiana immediately hit the gas, the distance was quite far. Fifteen kilos from where he is now.

I hope you're okay, Alien, wait a minute.

"Dwi, Dwiana, Dwi.." call Aiswa.

"Yes? it's a long time ago."

"Diana! Don't speed, DWI! listen to me!" Aiswa.

Petts. The call was broken by Dwiana.

He ignored the traffic signs, all in the trabas when he saw a slight gap to speed, Dwiana did not let go of the opportunity.

"For a long time, you were still ok, Dwi" he muttered, continuing to drive his sports car which was designed to go at high speed.

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...I want to repeat my time as Dwiana. Cool 🤭. ...