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"Astaghfirullah, why is it so late?" asiyah said with her complaint.

Their holiday troupe this time was running around the aisle of the hotel, in a hurry.

"Because of the achievement of shopping souvenirs last night, so this is how we all are," continued Asiyah again, with a sigh of disappointment.

"Had son, it's not too late, in the Lord we just got to the airport," continued Umi, calming.Yang also came running in the hallway of the hotel.

Cita, Caca and Yuna just kept quiet. Focus on their quick footsteps. He occasionally glanced towards Asiyah. Dare not speak a word. Feeling very guilty to Asiyah. They also woke up late this morning because their bodies also felt sore because of the achievement of shopping for two hours last night, yes while carrying souvenir groceries around in the store.

"Taxi has Cita ordered?" asiyah asked, still in their quick steps. Breathe in while talking.

"Already Ma'am," replied Cita quickly, gasping for breath.

"All the stuff is complete all ya Ca?" ask Asiyah again, this time to Caca.

"It's done, ma'am, it's complete" replied Caca who also gasped for his breath as he ran.

Yuna called the taxi ordered by Cita earlier, using Korean. Because Cita himself cannot speak Korean. This is where Yuna functions, as their savior when they cannot communicate with local residents because of language barriers that do not understand each other.

"Sir, the taxi is waiting in front of the hotel" Yuna told Asiyah.

"Alhamdulillah, ayokk ayook fast, let's hurry up to us at the airport," said Asiyah again.

Ali and Aisyah were struggling to run around, holding their own small backpacks.

They arrived in front of the hotel. There were three taxis waiting for them. Their luggage was quite a lot, being double the fitting when they arrived in Korea. Which makes them have to hurry this afternoon.

Put their things in the car one by one.

Yuna was watching their belongings in one of the taxis.

Caca and Cita were in a taxi, also watching their belongings.

Asiyah, Umi, Aisyah and Ali were in a taxi with a few things.

Sitting in a taxi. "Astaghfirullah Umi, Asiyah's body is sick all the taste," said Asiyah while massaging her arms. Sit next to the driver.

"Later to reach Jakarta, we just call our subscription masseuse Umi, the day after Asiyah has started shooting again," explained Asiyah.

"Yes, son, later let Umi who calls the usual masseuse yaa," replied Umi calming.

Ten minutes, get to the airport.

"Alhamdulillah finally arrived," said Asiyah.

Cita, Caca and Yuna, are busy taking care of their belongings.

Riding aircraft. With a friendly smile when passing the passengers on the plane. Asiyah stuffed her small suitcase into the cabin of the plane.

Suddenly a man hit her from behind, as Asiyah stretched her suitcase over the cabin. "Astaghfirullah, be careful if you walk," said Asiyah reflex using Indonesian. He forgot that he was in Sakura Country. His suitcase fell back.

"Sorry Ma'am, sorry, I accidentally hit me from behind" the man told Asiyah. While putting the suitcase owned by Asiyah back on top of the cabin, with a fast motion.

A young white man. High body posture. Looks neat. His clothes also look expensive with a smooth shirt he wears. Cool shoes with a famous brand. The hair is combed very neatly with its fragrant hair oil. While face? Maa shaa Allah, very handsome, very well groomed. Also with his speech style that is very learned, very polite.

"Well, are you from Indonesia?" asiyah asked, with a shocked face looking at the young man's face.

"Yes Ma'am, Asiyah," the man replied, smiling kindly.

"Do you know me too?" asked Asiyah again, still in shock.

"Who does not know a famous celebrity like Ma'am" the man replied, still with his hospitality, smiling.

"The suitcase has been placed in the original place, Ma'am, again I'm sorry, I went there first, yes" said the man, giving a signal, as he said, showing his seat with his palm, which was in the front row there.

"Oohh yes, it's okay Mas, please," said Asiyah, friendly. Slightly bowed his body, allowing.

The man appeared to have passed by carrying a small suitcase in his hand. At first glance the suitcase he carried was similar to the suitcase belonging to Asiyah, exactly with the color. Asiyah was silent for a moment. Little panic. Could the man have stolen the suitcase? Then Asiyah immediately looked up at the cabin above her head. Oohh, the suitcase still exists. Alhamdulillahot. His heart calmed down again. Perhaps they have the same taste for luggage, Asiyah thought with a smile.

Asiyah also took a sitting position in her chair.

A pretty long journey. Asiyah started to rest after a long time running around chasing time.

Asiyah looked towards the window of the plane. Look at how white the clouds are. Like the land of paradise that he often watched on television as a child. With a beautiful blue sky, as if the view of the ocean that unfolds in a land of clouds filled with angels like fairy tales.

Maa shaa Allah.

It felt like Asiyah was flying across the cloud clump that was churning white. Shown in his imagination, the soft wings on his back clung beautifully to the beautiful angel he had seen on TV as a child.

For a moment Asiyah thought. The world is as beautiful as it looks in his eyes. Especially, in heaven later. It will be many times its beauty. Maa shaa Allah. His charm will certainly far defeat the charm of the most beautiful world beauty.

Aamiin ya robbal. Asiyah silently prayed in her heart. May God put him in His heaven.

But the thought turned into fear at once seeing the hot sun from an altitude of 32,000 feet above sea level.

The scorching sun of the world was already this warm, dazzling both of his eyeballs. Heat. Especially the heat of hellfire. Astarghfirullah's. Na'udzubillah min dzalik. Keep the servant out of Hell, O Allah, amiin, robbal'alamin. Such was the do'a Asiyah in the heart as soon as her gaze shifted to that hot light source, the sun.

Nngguuuuiiinnnggg sound of the plane landing in Jakarta.

After a dozen hours of flying in the sky. Creating a tired that culminates the body of their holiday troupe that had previously been crushed for hunting souvenirs.

Alhamdulillahot..

They have arrived.

With three taxis waiting for them in front of the airport. This time Caca who has booked a vehicle for them without instructions from Asiyah before, yes so they get home soon.

Not half an hour drive home.

Entering home. The housekeepers welcomed their return. Their luggage was immediately cleaned up in their respective places.

They rest for a moment. It's tired of it.