Destiny For Aqila
She's not mine
“It turns out you are here” said Fauzan when he saw Aqila and Juna sitting on one of the perpus benches.
“Ya here, keep where?” ask Juna cynically.
“Gue search everywhere, you guys are cool sitting here” Fauzan's nagging.
“Lo its aja melted path like snail” snail Juna.
Aqila who heard the debate of the two men chose to just leave, regardless of the two of them, whether lately Juna and Fazaun had been fighting a lot, not to mention, usually Juna who will always give up now does not exist at all.
“Whispering very” muttered Aqila was annoyed when she got away from the two men who were still arguing.
“Here aja deh” he continued and sat in the perpus corner seat, then took out his laptop and Aqila began to do his job.
While he was busy doing his job, suddenly Fauzan and Juna came to him, “Aqila” call the two of them together.
“Hmm” bales Aqila without taking her eyes off.
“We want to go back first yes, you want to come back too or not?” ask Fauzan.
“Gak” Aqila reply.
“Lo no papa here alone?” ask Fazaun again.
“Hmm” reply Aqila.
“Yes already, if so we first yes, take care of yourself because there are no two of us” said Fauzan, and only in reply nod by Aqila.
There was a sigh from the two of them, after which they both left, “Assalamualaikum” greetings.
“Waalaikummussalam” replied Aqila and saw the two men leave.
Aqila sighed softly and resumed her work, calmly and peacefully without anyone bothering her.
There were already half an hour more Aqila sat in front of the laptop doing her job, and thankfully now that the task was done, Aqila stretched her stiff muscles.
“What time is it now?” muttered Aqila asked herself.
Aqila looked at the watch in her hand, she sighed softly, “Astagfirullah turned out to be already at half-time three in the afternoon, a moment more ashar, it is better to clean up and continue to go home” muttered Aqila and tidied up his books and closed his laptop.
When he was cleaning it suddenly the notification sound from his phone shifted his attention, “Who?” aqila asked and looked towards her phone which was located on the table.
Aqila frowned when she saw the name of Iqbal who sent her the message, “Abang? Why brother chat Qila, make sure in Indonesia already night” muttered Aqila and open the chat message.
...• ******Via Chat****** •...
___________________________________________ Abang Iqbal >< ______________________________________________________
...****Today****....
-Assalamualaikum Qila. ****14.45****//
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excuse me for being busy, huh?-. 14.45//
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^^^-Waalaikummussalam, gak-gak. ****14.46******//^^^^
^^^_______________________________________^^^
-Again what? How's it going?-. 14.46//
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The pleasantry question Iqbal sent made Aqila roll her eyes lazily, but she also replied to him, and the conversation continued, every Aqila replied to a question or replied to a chat from Iqbal she could not help but smile, her heart seemed flowery and like there were butterflies flying in her heart.
While chatting with Iqbal suddenly there was a foreign number that used to send Aqila a message, the same number.
...• _Via Chat •...
______________________________________________
...Today....
- Like again cool nih chatan same husband people, ups-. 14.49//
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- Adudu, mending already
do not go to ge’eran or baper
same Iqbal, because he
already married-. ****14.50****//
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- You see the latest post not from. happy family,
nih click on her link https://instagram.id, and https://ig.com -. 14.50//
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Aqila when reading it went silent, and when she got the link, she hesitated to click on it but her curiosity was greater than her sense of doubt.
With bismillah Aqila opening her link, she fell silent when she opened it and saw it, Aqila was sickened, how not just did she chatan the same Iqbal now she saw her IG Syifa account, where the new photo was uploaded a few hours ago.
In the photo shows Syifa who seems to have just given birth, Syifa looks happy and in addition to the hospital bracage there is a small girl who kissed a baby boy who still looks red, and she looks happy, and his caption ‘Alhamdulillah finally baby boy was born too, thank you dear, healthy always’.
Aqila held back her tears, and she clicked on the other link, and she was already unable to hold back her tears anymore, this time his IG account Iqbal and Iqabl made an IG story a few hours ago, which is where the story is also the same, namely a newborn baby boy, and the inscription, ‘Maa Syaa Allah looks like, you were finally born boy’.
Aqila shed her tears wetting her cheeks, “Hiks... Indeed Aqila can not expect more” murmured Aqila wipe her tears.
TING
Another notification sound from a foreign number reappeared and Aqila immediately opened it, again Aqila fell silent reading the contents of the message.
...• _Via Chat •...
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+62 83******* ______________________________________________
- How are you
saw it?-. ****15.12****//
_________________________________
don't expect more, yeah,
because Iqbal is mine. 15.12/___________________________
Aqila did not reply to him at all and he blocked the number that was very disturbing to him, and one more message from Iqbal, Aqila also did not answer him and just read it, he was already tired of heart.
“He is not mine, hiks..” muttered Aqila sobbed slowly.
Aqila wiped her tears and immediately put her things back together to immediately return to her apartment.
To Be Continue's....
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Guys, you guys are curious about not the same foreign number, about who is the person behind the number? Who do you think guys are?
Btw, both links that author can ngarang, so do not take seriously hehe...
Well, thanks for stopping by and happy reading in the next chapter, bye-bye...