GRINNED
CHAPTER 72: This is For You

After Nisa moves all the boss stuff into her car. He passed away Aris alone.

For a moment Aris stared at the 3 pepper bags in his car. There was a hint of doubt that suddenly flashed within his wishful thinking. Better to try than never. If it works, thank God. If it doesn't work, don't be disappointed. Not that everyone has decided.

Ah, why did I forget to close and lock Zaidan's car. Well, clean up the car first, before my steps lead to what my heart is aiming for.

Finished is my obstacle in this parking lot. Bismillah .. May this be the first step to get your halal.

Let this foot walk quietly. Because every step of the way, I want to insert a do'a for the shadow that passes through my mind at all times. Until I lightly mentioned in the flow of light at the end of each night.

Whether you feel it or not. It does not diminish this sense to keep growing in the garden of a loving heart. It is enough for me to call you now to be conveyed by the breath of seruni bringing the longing to reach your shadow in real.

I'm about an innate bodybuilder. To make you look beautiful in front of Him. And I want you to be the prettiest in the garden that I want to build in the expanse of my real life to be more perfect.

Me, you and us.

I got into the elevator. Let me describe it as the word life, life. Life from the ground up to the fifth level. I don't know what's on each level, what's for, and what's filling it with. All I know is you're on the fifth floor.

Ah .. I now know, on the first level. It was not that shadows and fantasies were created about him until my heart whispered of intention and hope. Which blends perfectly in a do'a. How can I forget ....

In silence there is a force that pushes my imagination to the second achievement. What has been there from my previous achievements. Believed ... or just the sound .. no, not yet created, let alone exist in real. Just this sense of timid tapping a sense that increasingly feels peaceful to remember. Is it telepathy in your silence to answer my race that is attached to you ....

Not felt already on the third step, this body raised. Let me just keep quiet for a moment. I empty my mind of you. So that I may see what He wills for me. Because this lust is always racing through my mind if it's not for Him, I'm afraid it will make you and I hurt.

It's getting closer to stepping. Yet still blocked. Because it's not open yet. What I don't know. Took it as I know. So I looked at the paper bag of my heart color choices for what I was aiming for. Moga pleased with all the charm of taste stored in his soul.

Unexpectedly, now I will step, free from the space that holds me, in wishful thinking and imagination.

Now I am destined to reveal one another in order to be the light of what is stored in a servant's dream in the love that is anticipated. Until I can reach a dream. Make yourself halal for me.

I summarized the first 5 levels that I have passed in my silence, from the basic level to the fifth level.

level one, shadow in wishful thinking created intent

Level two, the feeling of longing for me who wants to be able to connect with you, or called by a signal of hope

Level three, Centered on faith and hope in Him.

Fourth level, want to share the taste.

Level five, I can finally step up to achieve my dream.

(The theory stands for sir ...

what is certain is that people fall in love strangely just his mind. he .. he .. he ..)

"Assalamu'alaikum, Layla."

"Wa'alaikum greetings, Brother."

Layla's hand pointed at Aris and then at her while smiling happily. And his eyes sparkled cheerfully. As if to say.

Are you asking me to talk about something personal?

"Sorry, Layla. I'm not bothering you, am I?"

"Do you need to be private, brother?"

"Little."

Aris sat in front of Layla quietly. Trying to look at Layla's face that was slightly covered in her unraveling hair. He wanted to touch her, if he did not remember the sins.

Suppose he's my halal.

"Yes just tell me. I'm listening."

"Sorry mom Layla. I'm here ..."

Wush..bruks.a rolled up paper managed to land perfectly on Aris' arm. Who are not ready to escape.

"Layla's mother turned out to be fierce as well."

"Sister Aris made Layla gemes. I told you, don't call me ma'am."

"Sorry, okay. Don't be mad."

Apparently the two did not realize, that there was a pair of eyes that had been in the room for a long time, disturbed by their behavior. Finally chose to avoid.

"Mom Layla, can I go to the cafeteria for a minute."

Layla becomes dumbstruck with Abid's attitude. Her brother's new secretary.

He could only nod.

"Okay, Brother Aris. What exactly is there to do here. Where was I in cuekin anyway."

"I want to give you this."

"Watch it as an apology for your forgiveness."

"Sorry accepted. Yes ... bribed first."

Aris just laughed.

"May you like."

Layla accepts and peeks at what is inside. His face is shining. Showing a liking.

"Thank you, Brother. I like it."

"Tomorrow Sunday we'll deliver the invitation. Can I see you wearing that."

"By, Brother. I'll try, God willing."

You're that, it's sweet, spoiled anyway. I want to propose to you soon.

"Well, I'm going back to the office. Afraid you're fired."

"Always, Aris. But how is it now developing."

"Alhamdulillah, Mother Layla need not worry. God is better."

"Hem ... Mother again, Brother Aris."

Aris passed away leaving Layla a little behind.

"Assalamu'alaikum ...."

"Wa'alaikum salam ....".

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Return to Haidy's room which is flowering his heart. For finding his daughter whom he never knew ....

Layla stared at the girl in front of her.

Is he the Mayasa that Mr. Fadli once called in the office first.

What does that have to do with me.

"**Mam,"

"Yes. What's up Layla."

Layla was speechless, unable to continue her words.

Haydi continued his words

"Mommy wants to introduce my daughter. Your twin Layla."

Layla puts her hand out. The warm welcome of Mayasa.

"Mauro ..."

"Mayasa ..., hi, our clothes are the same."

"Yes .., I don't know. I was given, "

"Sir Zaidan, is it."

"No," Layla replied embarrassedly. Zaidan could already guess who gave him. Smile themselves. He remembered Aris' proposal to his sister.

"Sister sister. It's so pretty today, where are you going?"

"You're sending an invitation, brother."

"With?"

"Sir Aris."

"Darling, you can take everyone out for a while. I want to talk to Layla and Mami."Zaidan whispered in Dinda's ear.

"Shaffa, don't you want to show your sister something?"

Shaffa laughed, then pushed Mayasa's wheelchair out of the room. It was accompanied by Dinda and Anya.

"Sir Mayasa, I was really surprised .. Brother is really exactly Layla's sister. The whole. I can't even tell the difference if only, brother isn't in a wheelchair."

Oops ... why is this mouth so presumptuous. Mayasa just smiled looking at him.

"It's okay, Sister."