Great Youth Like Gods
Meet Kangen Azzahra in video call
The video calls in the phone calls were still ringing, unconnected across the phone, all staring at the tablet..
"Maybe in less than a month the internal affairs of Mother Azzahra's family will be completely completed and I will focus on my company and my life like a normal human being who has no burden at all..." Clouds in the Heart.
Connected video calls appear on the tablet screen of a middle-aged man wearing a white robe with a white headband, a sign someone on the phone has just finished with his obligations of a devout Muslim.
"He smiled and greeted everyone in the sahung.. It was unexpected that his eyes were flowing tears down the already wrinkled skin as he looked at the woman sitting beside Lisnawati... The same thing Azzahra looked at by a middle-aged man even on a tablet screen He cried without a sound..
"Grandfather.......... Hix...... Hix..... Azzahra said slowly, making Nabil look at his mother.
"Big Master.... I was in a small town in Indonesia and Alhamdulillah.. Young Madam Azzahra and your great-grandson are in good condition.." Said Sapphire melting the sad atmosphere that afternoon..
"Saffir.......... Sapphires......... Thank you so much for your hard work.. My Fatharani family owes you their lives.." Said the middle-aged man across the phone bowing respectfully.
"Big Master... You are too proud to keep and save and solve all the problems that exist in the field Young Miss Azzahra Masika Fatharani and her children are great young people like Gods,.." Said Safir while putting his thumb towards the young man who was standing under the saung..
the middle-aged man then looked directly at the young man pointed at by Sapphire.. A handsome young man was smiling sweetly.
"Is the young man called by the Reverend Haka named Muhammad Awan Pratama...?" Tanya Fatharani the grandfather of Azzahra Masika Fatharani..
All nodded in response to the question from the middle-aged man who was in the video call.
"What Grandpa asked, yes.. He's my foster son.. He has solved all the problems in me and Nabil.. Risking his life to become a shield without any blood ties.. Unlike the great family of Fatharani who believe more in slander and without wanting to explain first a true truth.." Azzahra Masika Fatharani said his words were clear about the heart of the Grandfather and the possibility of both Parents and Azzahra's sister Masika Fatharani may be there.
"Make sure Grandpa knows.... If only four years ago there was no helping hand from Muhammad Awan Pratama.. Maybe today is this minute and this second.. The names Azzahra Masika Fatharani and Nabil Nur Fadillah no longer exist in this mortal world.." Azzahra continued in stifled anger.. Her tears dripped in the smooth cheeks of the one-child woman.
The middle-aged man was completely speechless.. Precisely he and his children and other grandchildren at that time, listen first and investigate first will slander the Abanoub family. But he believed more in the confessions of others than his own grandson.
"My grandchildren....... Azzahra Masika Fatharani's... The great family of Fatharani will pierce through the mistakes of the past and thank the young man who is a shield in you and Nabil Nur Fadillah.." Speak with flowing tears..
"I hope the Fatharani family's recompense and gratitude to my adopted son Muhammad Awan Pratama, is worth what he bet.." Azzahra said in the video chat.
The conversation in the phone call was quite long. When on the tablet screen a 58-year-old husband and wife appeared with a bowed face... Obviously he must be ashamed but his longing and kangen defeated the shame.. The middle-aged couple who were none other than Azzahra Parents Masika Fatharani.
While Awan himself along with Aidil and Ahmad walked on the path of the rice field is so vast, while chatting and planning in the future about the transfer of the rights of Ismail Group companies to Nabil Nur Fadillah.
"Mr Aidil and Mr. Assistant Moch Ahmad.. For the transfer of corporate rights to Miss Young Nabil Nur Fadillah.. I Muhammad Awan Pratama will not interfere.. My job is done with the people involved plotting a premeditated murder to the mother and the child who's been put in the bars.." Cloud said his eyes looked at the vast rice field that belonged to Grandma Romlah..
"But Young Master..........." Aidil... He was confused if the young man who had been struggling all this time risked all his resources to protect Nabil and Azzahra, on the finish day he did not interfere.. What the world says.
"Mr Aidil.. You just calm down..." Said the cloud blinking his eyes.. That Aidil and Ahmad could only nod resignedly, then the cloud immediately pulled out his phone and called someone.
"Assynolajet.. Miss Dewi how is Siti Lara Tea..?" Ask the Cloud in a phone call.
"WaallAikum Salam Warohmatuulli Westarakatuh.. Alhamdulillahot.. Siti Lara's condition and health are improving and two or three more days are allowed to go home.." Reply Miss Dewi on the phone.
"Thankful Thank God then.. Ms. Dewi immediately gathered people from Anugrah Awan Sentosa and entrepreneurs who have collaborated with my company, to hold a big meeting after my business to be the shield of Young Miss Nabil Nur Fadillah and her Mother is finished.." The cloud gave the order.
"Good Young Master of the Clouds.. The order will be carried out.." Answer the woman with two children.
"Before tomorrow's meeting in the title, your son wants to talk specifically with Miss Dewi and her mother's husband without anyone else.. In addition to Advokad Anugrah Awan Sentosa company can participate in the chat.." The word cloud gives a message.
"Every Young Master of the Clouds.." The Goddess replied briefly.. He did not want to ask, because he already knew the sipat and character of his adopted son.
After the phone call was over.. Clouds and Aidil and Ahmad immediately walked and returned to Sahung which was in the middle of the expanse of green rice fields.
"Mother has met his miss with family even though only in a video call..?" Ask the Clouds when they get to the saung.
Azzahra Masika Fatharani nodded happily, as well as Nabil smiling sweetly at his lover.
Seriate.