Aqidah Love
There's Still Someone Left Behind

'Fafa pamit, Brother. Fafa decides to cancel the marriage with Daniel and follows the mother's desire to move out of town. Sorry and thank you for all the kindness Brother and Mr. Angga who can not Fafa mention one by one.'

Angga put down the phone and then hugged the sobbing wife.

"The feeling must have been devastated, Brother," isak Diandra. "We go home now, yes," she asked later.

"Let's call Fafa first, at this hour he must have been up" Angga said, breaking his arms.

Didi nodded in agreement. The beautiful woman then immediately dialed Fatiya's number, but the intended number could not be contacted despite many times Diandra tried to repeat it, the result remained the same.

"Can't be contacted, brother. Fafa number is not active" said Diandra.

"Send a message, honey. Later if it is active, he must contact you," suggested Angga.

Diandra also obeyed the advice of her husband, he wrote a message and immediately sent it to Fatiya number.

"Sister, I'm booking a flight right now, yeah. I want to find the most morning," said Diandra after finishing sending a message to Fatiya, the beautiful wife of Angga then opened the application to search and book a return flight ticket to Jakarta.

"Sister, Brother Angga tried to get our man to check into Fafa's house. If they haven't left yet, so that they can be prevented until we come," said Diandra, while his hands are still busy scrolling the flight schedule list today.

"Yes," Angga replied briefly. The adult husband Diandra then immediately activated the phone that had been delayed because he was tempted by the wife. Angga then called one of the security guards who was on duty in his showroom, which was on guard tonight.

Diandra suddenly got off the bed while Angga was still talking to his men across the street, the beautiful woman seemed to be hurriedly packing up.

"Darling, why the rush? Got flights? What time?" berondong Angga with many questions after closing his call, when he saw the wife put their goods into the travel bag.

"Can, Brother. First flight, five o'clock," Diandra replied. "We're leaving now, brother. We shubuhan at the airport alone, rather than later late," continued Diandra quickly and without pause, making Angga can only gawk.

Yes, Angga knows very well that the wife loves her employees very much. His wife is very sensitive if she sees the situation of others who are in distress, as if remembering her own circumstances in the past, so that once Fatiya applied for a job in order to be able to finance college, she said, Diandra immediately asked Angga to accept Fatiya.

"Alright, you continue packing, Di. I'll wake the driver up" said Angga, who came straight out of the room and let his wife clean up their own little things.

Shortly after, Angga went back into the room. "It's over, honey?"

Diandra who was applying lipstick on her lips nodded.

Angga pecked, staring at the wife from the mirror reflection. "You're getting prettier all day, honey," praised Angga. "If we don't hurry, I still want to be with you longer" continued Angga who then held his wife from behind.

"Sister, next time yes, we'll both go on vacation again. Now, let's go home first. Didi did not want Fafa to feel alone," said Diandra, while rubbing the cheek of the husband.

Diandra feels lucky to be surrounded by people who love him and his small family. He did not have to worry about leaving the baby, if the husband wanted to vacation alone with Diandra because many families helped supervise both sons and daughters.

Has a very good foster mother and is now her grandmother, in-laws who are very dear to Diandra, and a connecting mother who treats Diandra like a biological daughter.

Not to mention the brothers and also friends, who were always there for Diandra and Angga, whenever they both needed help.

"Alright, Honey. Next time we go to Labuan Bajo," Angga replied.

Diandra could only nod, agreeing.

Angga then sprinkled a light kiss on the lips of the wife, before the two moved and immediately went out of the room to get to the airport.

"Sister, I tried to call Bang Akbar, yes" Diandra said, as they were both in the car.

Diandra immediately retrieved the phone from inside the bag and then dialed Akbar's number.

"Why? Not active?" guess Angga.

Diandra nodded.

"Yes, already. We will go directly to Om Vian's house or directly to Akbar's office, if we get to Jakarta by bad luck," said Angga who tried to calm his wife. Angga then leaned Diandra's head onto her shoulder.

"Sister, have you heard from our man, not yet?" ask Diandra a moment later.

Angga checked his phone, worried if there was an incoming call but he did not hear. "Not yet, dear," replied Angga. "Maybe in a minute" he continued.

Angga was just about to pocket back his phone, when the phone vibrated a sign there was an incoming call.

"From Toni" said Angga, telling his wife who called him.

"On the load speaker, sister," pinta Diandra who wants to listen to the news about Fatiya.

"Yes, Toni. How's it?" asked Angga without stale ado, after sliding the picture of the green phone to receive a call from Toni.

"Mr Fatiya's house seems empty, Mas Angga. I've tried knocking on the door many times, but no one said anything. The house is also dark, Mas," Toni said from across the street.

Hearing Toni's explanation, Diandra let out a long sigh. The netra of the beautiful woman again condensed, imagining how the girl who was already like a sister to him felt.

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Early in the morning, Fatiya and her mother were already preparing in the treatment room, the two turned their heads compactly towards the door when they heard the sound of greetings from the taxi driver who drove Fatiya home last night to pick up clothes.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am, Ma'am," said the greetings of the driver who last night brought Fatiya's bag to the room of Bu Saidah.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, sir," replied the mother and son compactly.

"Father on time, yes," greeted Fatiya with a smile.

"Yes, Mother. I promised Ma'am last night, so yes I have to keep it," the driver replied.

"If Mama and Mama are ready, come, let me bring the bag," asked the driver who then took a large suitcase owned by Fatiya who was brought last night by the taxi driver.

Fatiya who carried a medium-sized clothing bag, then walked behind the driver, while guiding the mother who was actually not so recovered.

After storing his luggage in the trunk, the taxi driver immediately got into the car and sat behind the wheel.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Will it be delivered to the destination city or where?" ask the driver, make sure to get back to the passengers.

Fatiya turned to look at the mother.

Saidah then clasped the princess' hand tightly. "Mom doesn't want to be selfish, son. I'm handing everything back to you" said Mrs Saidah.

"One thing I want to tell you, instill in your heart aqidah or firm belief so that no more doubts accompany it, that God will surely give a better substitute, he said, a young man God willing will be a priest to you and your children." Bu Saidah looked at the princess with a gentle gaze.

Fatiya nodded in understanding, but the girl seemed hesitant to decide. Fatiya felt like there was still something left behind, but she did not know what, that?

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