Destiny For Aqila
Worry or strange feelings
“Do you guys see Aqila?” ask Fauzan to some students/i who swarm.
“Not” answered them compactly while shaking his head.
“Ohh okay, thanks” said Fauzan and immediately go and ask the same to other students/i.
Long enough Fauzan searched for Aqila but still did not find it and everyone he asked did not know it, “Astagfirullah where are you, Qi?” fauzan's murmured rubbed his face rough.
“Fauzan” call someone from back.
Fauzan looked back and he saw Fira running towards him, he immediately left without caring about the girl.
“Fauzan wait” Fira hand blocking Fauzan.
Fauzan who saw it immediately threw it rough, “What else? What do you want again huh?” ask Fauzan ketus.
“Fauzan about that time I was really sorry” said Fira bowing her head.
“Fauzan you will forgive me” he continued and clasped Fauzan's hand back and looked at Fauzan.
Fauzan again threw it rough, “don't expect you to get an apology from I” cynical Fauzan then after that leave Fira who looked at him.
“Why the hell? Why is it that after I get rid of Aqila, she is still the same?” muttered Mournfully Fira mixed in annoyance and stomped her feet after it left.
“It turns out my guess is right, you are crazy Fira, sorry if I will make a calculation to you, because you have to get a reply that is in accordance with what you did, sorry if I will make a calculation to you, I have to find the right time” muttered someone who had noticed them.
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On the other hand, the country of Indonesia a handsome man accidentally spilled a drink into one of the cafe visitors.
BRYANS
“Astagfirullah sorry mas, I accidentally” he said apologizing.
“Iya mas, do not papa” saut while cleaning his own clothes.
“Mari mas I first” he continued after that go with his lover.
“Bal, why are you banging his way?” tanya Ilham looked at Iqbal.
“So, the feeling is not good ya Ham” said Iqbal holding his chest.
“What do you mean?” ask Ilham.
“Don't know, strange feeling, like ana is worried” answered restlessly.
“Qila” muttered slowly but could still be heard by Ilham.
“Udah do not think strangely, Qila well aja kok” saut Ilham who understand and immediately pull Iqbal's hand away.
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“Assalamaulaikum” greetings Ilham entered the house of father and mother Aqila.
“Dad, mother, Ilham came home to bring the order of father and mother” shouted Ilham but there is no authorization at all.
PRANGS
Suddenly there was the sound of the glass breaking, Ilham and Iqbal looked at each other and immediately headed to the origin of the sound that is in the kitchen.
“Astagfirullah, mother why?” tanya Ilham approached Asih's mother who fell and there were broken glasses around her.
Ilham and Iqbal helped the mother stand up and led her to sit on the chair, “Mother why did it fall? Which father?” tanya Ilham sat next to Mother Asih.
“Mother is not papa, mother is just dizzy aj” replied.
“Assalamualaikum” greetings Fikri's father enters the house.
“Astagfirullah, mother why?” asked Fikri's father to approach his wife and Iqbal stood up to let him sit next to his wife.
“Why suddenly bund?” ask dad to frown.
“People call Qila now” kekeh mother looking at her husband annoyed.
“Iya father phone now” passrahya.
Fikri's father started calling Aqila, “What is the lift?” ask mother Asih.
“Enggak” answered.
“Call again” tell mom again.
“Why mother?” ask me confused.
“Dad, just call again to lift” he replied annoyed.
Fikri's father tried to call Aqila again, but the answer remained the same, not in the lift, “How was it lifted?” ask mother expectantly.
“Neither mother, the number is not active” replied the father showed the screen of his phone.
Mommy Asih sighed violently and leaned on the chair, “Dad Qila why yes?” ask Mother Asih worried.
“Qila no papa mama, he's fine, maybe again sleep” replied father calming his wife.
“But the feeling of the mother said that Qila was not doing well yah” said mother looked at her father, who made the three different men of the generation was silent and looked back at mother.
“Qila must be fine kok bund, mother calm ajaut” saut Ilham calm mother Asih as well.
“How calm? Qila away from the mother, where you can calm” said mother Asih worried.
The bond between mother and child is indeed fused, although they are far apart but the bond cannot be separated.
“Already mother does not have to think that assortment, maybe mother is tired, mending mother rest only, later we try Aqila phone again, then, if not the campus” said father and was embraced by his wife.
“Ya already yuk dad deliver to the room, Ilham, Iqbal dad stay for a while ya” said Fikri's father looked at Iqbal and Ilham.
“Iya yah” say they both together.
As soon as the mother and father were both silent with their respective thoughts, “Then I” felt Iqbal murmured and Ilham looked at Iqbal who was staring blankly at the front, he let out a long sigh.
“Berdo’a just” Ilham said.
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On Aqila's side, Aqila continued to cry incessantly, to be honest she had not become a strong woman, she was still Aqila who used to be a crybaby and afraid of the darkness, she said, it was just that he pretended to look strong in front of people, despite the slight change in nature and attitude.
“Dad, mother, Qila was afraid” her great-granddaughter continued to hug her body that was shaking strongly.
“Qila is afraid here, Qila wants to go home yah” muttered Aqila.
“Qila can no longer, Qila wants to go home, Qila wants to be with father and mother forever, all the bad people are the same Qila” muttered Aqila sobbed.
“Ayahhh, Qila is afraid, usually if Qila is afraid I will hug Qila, ayah”
“Daddyh, pick up Qila home, Qila wants to go home”
“Dad, mother... Hix... Please Qila”
Aqila unceasingly muttered sobbing, hoping for a miracle to help her, until she fell unconscious.
The To Be Continued...
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