AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 218. MY UMBRELLA

Orchid, Gibubur.

For almost a month, Naya noticed a black suitcase in the corner of her husband's study. He always forgot to ask Mahen about the contents inside.

Naya never touches anything that is not hers or not entrusted to her even though it is in their residence.

Before going to bed. Pillow talk's.

"Honey, I'm sorry I asked you instead of being so prejudiced with your brother. Want it, but forget to continue," said Naya while grooving body lotion all over her legs.

"Just ask," said Mahen from the top of the bed, still playing games on his playbook.

"Black suitcase in your study room, who's it? what's inside?"

"Dwiana, the money for the sale of his Ferrari sports car. It will be taken tomorrow here, you who meet yes" Mahen explained without looking at Naya.

"Ko can be in Abang, how's the story?"

"here, Honey. I explained," Mahen put the flat object on the nightstand, then got out of bed. She held Naya up and laid her on the bed, followed by pulling the blanket.

Mahen hugged his beloved woman, while telling details about the Dwiana problem.

"PTSD, it looks like me. It's just that the trauma is deeper, many and different .. similar to Aiswa and Dewiq, aah right, the three are reunited because they have the same wound ... they both reborn thanks to Kak Amir and Ahmad ... I, too, was lucky to release thanks to Brother .. pity Dwi," pity Naya.

"Well he told me the same story I did at the office, because you felt like you, honey...."

"Ish, first. Not finished the story, Abaaaaaa...."

"That's it, nothing else...."

"Doctor Rayyan, isn't he?" Naya held back her husband's actions.

"No. They have a relationship, right? ... Dwi asked me to keep everything a secret .. whereas the duo K, team shadow that Dwi hired told me that some people started looking for her including Rayyan ... Baby, how good do you think?" mahen asked Naya for her opinion.

"Say Mba Aish yes, but do not know also .. leave it first. Dwi is trying to get up, he has high spirits. You know, very few people with mental trauma can control their negative attitude and turn it into a positive thing .. not just round, it's good," explained Naya.

"Yes, like you used to. The power never runs out...."

"I'm sure Dwi is in the process of healing himself. But he also needs support" Naya continued.

"Go on, honey. Help Dwi yes, he needs the confidence from around him that his presence is still in need...."

"Well, he said with a secret? how later?"

"Tomorrow he's here, meet you, you guys talk. It's ah .. Now it's time for you, for me," Mahen said, turning off his room light.

...***...

Soetta, Jakarta's.

Ahmad accidentally did not tell Dewiq and Hermana's family that he would fly to visit their daughter.

"Baby, surprise for you."

He looked at a box of custom chocolate made by one of his business acquaintance shops that also supplied raw materials for chocolate factories in Europe.

"Marsha and Umbrella, may your love that always shines over me in joy and sorrow."

A calm man whose charm is able to attract the attention of a female flight attendant, was sending a message telling Ulfara about her intentions. Heeding the amazed look of them.

"Thirteen hours to go, sweetheart .. can't wait." Ahmad then turned off his phone as directed by the Co-pilot and wrote in his travel log.

"Love Journey," murmured Ahmad immortalized the moment he was going through.

Transit in Singapore, he just passed. Now the plane is back in the air splitting the sky.

Ahmad continued writing a line of words that had been delayed.

"Sha, I stepped closer to you slowly, saying miss from above the clouds. Miss me, everything about you that makes my memory and my heart, fall in love."

"I know the word home and home, for you, which I call dwelling, a place of peace .. Though we are alike, sometimes contemplating, comforting a lonely day within the confines of space."

"For my Marsha, Heathrow, London."

Ahmad folded a hand-written paper that he put on it. Folding it and then tucking in a box of chocolate that he prepared for the solace.

...***...

A taxi he ordered was ready to take him to the address of the residence Hermana. Ulfa had been waiting while the young Miss had slept.

"Young master, Miss just took pain medication and slept. I'm waiting for you in the foye of the Hermana residence," Ulfa replied to Ahmad's message.

Almost one in the morning, when Ahmad entered into a luxurious residence thick with medieval architectural style.

"On the second floor, Miss room is a dark brown door. Please go up, the travel bag will be carried by the maid," said Ulfa.

Ahmad climbed dozens of stairs to his wife's room. He opened the door slowly so as not to wake the owner of the room.

"Alhamdulillah, I've come to you, dear." Not heeding the presence of the maid, Ahmad immediately kissed the forehead of Dewiq who was asleep. Then he opened his suitcase.

"Thanks" Ahmad said to the maid and locked the door after they left.

He took a change of clothes rushed to the bathroom so that his body was fresher when he came to his wife later.

A few minutes passed.

"My tired is gone, Sha. Very peaceful if you sleep again," his fingers slowly get rid of the child's hair that covers the face of his wife even though in dim.

A handsome man of Tazkiya descent, then climbed into the bed. Close up her tired body hugging from behind.

"Nyandu, kangen scented you, honey...." He also dissolved in a deep following the goddess of the heart.

By dawn.

Dewiq felt his body very warm as well as a little heavy. He is still lazy to open his eyes in the morning blind.

The hand? who's? smell, Bear?

Dewiq had difficulty turning his head, but he was sure that the one who embraced him was the husband.

"Bear? Baby?"

"Mas" he called again.

"Bear, heavy," Dewiq tried to inching to release his embrace, but Ahmad was reluctant.

"Lost you, dear.." whispered, the warm gust of breath of the man behind him swept over the open nape of Dewiq. It's prickling.

"Bear," Dewiq did not expect, Ahmad followed him.

"Sstt, I'm here. I'm sorry Sha, I'm sorry" Ahmad turned Dewiq's body over to him. Wiping the tears back down soaked the pale face in the morning blind.

"Love you, honey."

C-ups.

Our first kiss.

Melt down a few minutes before the dawn. Scraping a distance of thousands of miles to the owner of the body that binds love.

"It's dawn soon, Bear," he said in Ahmad's arms.

"Yes, Honey. Oh, my God, favors. Today is still Sha's test?"

"Sore, Bear. Just one. Tomorrow is over," reply Dewiq no less slow.

"OK."

"Co didn't tell you to come here?"

"I'm afraid of missing you again. So I make sure first all the business is done .. don't go again without my permission, honey. If I keep quiet, ask, because honestly your soft voice has melted me, my umbrella," Ahmad looked at his wife's bead eyes.

"Sorry Mas, sorry I yes .. not repeated again .. I am also equally tormented...."

Relieved, it turned out that misunderstanding made you and I re-learn that communication is everything.

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