IMPLANTED APPLICATION [EXTREME PROPOSE]
[66] He's Rifai Muhadi?

"... Who is Sholehah asking, Nin? How did I not know you had an older brother?”

Nina had not had time to occupy a small bench near the window of the room, a curious question Dirga rushed to take over the work of her brain to answer, instead of sitting down.

"Sepent ..." Said Nina while trying to make herself comfortable by choosing to sit on the bed. Too many memories recur before he even met Fahri. His head will continue to ring with the existence of Fahri that he never knew, even he met while alive.

Even Fahri is not listed in the family list, even though Mother really wants to. Abah forbade him to enter Fahri because Fahri could never come back again.

Everything about this house, sometimes still too complicated.

"So?" Ask Dirga again when his position with Nina was next to each other on the bed.

"So, that was discussed Sholehah it was about my older brother, the first child in this house, A’ Fahri.” Start Nina.

Dirga turned her head closer towards Nina with frowning brows.

"So you're not the oldest son of this house?"

"Yes I'm not the eldest, but I'm the oldest girl"

"the girls are in the Nin scribble." Kekekh Dirga smothered his own mouth before Nina's hand maliciously pinched the lip.

"Gee! Don't need to discuss. If it's still being discussed, I'm not going to go on." The woman was angry.

Dirga laughing.

“Iya, yes, kidding me. So, how's next?"

Nina clucked then with a glance at Dirga who had dropped her head on her thigh.

“Can't you, don't sleep? I'm sick of knowing?”

"Hi, sultry? The window also opened Nin. Already ah advanced. Very fussy." Said Dirga with a curious tone of speech.

"You can't wait to know, sister?" Nina said with a voice.

"But you love, right? It's fast story.”

"Gn ..." Nina clucked.

His hand then moved pulling his hair in a tie.

"Well, A’ Fahri has not been in this house since the age of five. The same mother Abah said, A’ Fahri was kidnapped as a child. We have also had a chance to report to the police, but also years A’ Fahri still can not be found. Finally the police closed the case and for several years it was also, Mother kept crying remember-remember A’ Fahri. Finally in the ninth year A’ Fahri left, my pregnant mother. Since then said Abah, I am the encouragement of Mother to stay alive and live life properly. So yes so, I also never know how A’ Fahri face. Mom only had black and white photos two days before A’ Fahri left. The photo was taken when A’ Fahri finished Iqro in TPA. That's all the photos we got."

Dirga nodded in response to Nina's story.

"Aren't you trying to find it again, now?"

Nina shakes.

"The same mother tried to make. Indeed, at that time, there were many kidnappings to be sold as street children. So, Mom and Abah just resigned. It is also difficult to find people who have been missing for almost twenty-five years. Moreover, we only have a small photo, whereas now, even if A’ Fahri is still there, surely his age is above you. So, it's different just as small."

Dirga.

"Nin, can I see photos of A’ Fahri?" Nina nodded, though,

"Can kok. Let me go out first, I think it's in the kitchen."

"Kitchen? Tumben photo on display in the kitchen." Dirga Kekeh.

"Yes, kitchen. You see, said Mother, from a small who accompanied Mother to cook or take care of the house was A’ Fahri. Kan Abah farmed, trus recently Abah work in the supermarket while there are those who invite that time. So, Mom keeps a photo of A’ Fahri in the kitchen, so always remember her," he explained.

Dirga nodded.

"I've got the picture first."

Dirga nodded then got up to position himself sitting on the bed.

Upon the woman's return, she immediately moved to thrust a small picture frame the size of four times six that looked shabby and slightly dusty.

"Now" Dirga received the photo from Nina's hand and looked at it carefully.

"Kang Fahri is funny huh,"

"Just think dong, people are small too." Replied Nina who invited a decision from Dirga.

"So seriously, Nin. People talk about doang." Dirga pouting.

His eyes narrowed repeatedly. As familiar as this photo in his hand.

"By the way, Nin, I think I've seen this picture. But where, huh?"

Nina enthusiastically approached Dirga.

"Where? Seriously?"

"Yes, it's really familiar, but where, huh? Hold on, hold the picture." Dirga then moved down from the bed, grabbing the pocket of his jacket that was draped behind the door.

"Search what?" Tanya Nina saw her husband as if he was reaching into her jacket pocket to reach for something, "Search for what, anyway, Sis?" Ask.

"My phone was here like it was. Where ya?” He said glancing around the room.

Nina sighed softly.

"You forgot, brother? In the car you put your phone in my clutch, brother. Here, I'll get it." Nina then went down from the bed to the wardrobe, reaching for her clutch hanging on the closet door.

"Now your phone." Nina thrust her husband's metal object into the future.

“Nih, Nin. This, the photo behind Dahlan is very similar to A’ Fahri." He said he showed a photo of himself with Dahlan in a house.

Nina hurriedly approached Dirga.

“Mana?"

"This is Nih, the frame behind Dahlan. It looks like a little A’ Fahri, right?"

Nina researched the picture Dirga showed. There was Dirga with Dahlan who photographed a three-finger smile with hands that embrace each other. That was not what Nina focused on, but rather the large frame that was plastered behind them.

"Where are you taking pictures, brother? How come it looks exactly like A’ Fahri?" Nina said in disbelief.

"Here I took a picture of Dahlan's house at her parents' Anniversary wedding." Nina looked at Dirga intensely.

"Are you serious? Dahlan has other family besides him? Her sister? Her sibling?"

“Adik no. ..” Dirga. Suddenly she remembered Novia's husband who was her brother Dahlan ...

But ... Where could it be Muhadi? Her thought.

Nina scrunched her forehead.

"Trus why did they put a photo of A’ Fahri there? Beside him was a boy still a baby. He should be Mas Dahlan's nuclear family, right?"

Dirga nodded.

“Yes, but he's got a brother, a guy. We usually call him Bang Muh, but there is a problem with his wife, who is my friend, Novia. You remember him, right? That time came too late to our wedding.

"Don't Muh?" Tanya Nina made sure.

"Yes, Bang Muh. Bang Muhadi, he's a pilot."

Nina looked at her husband with wide eyes holding Dirga's arm.

"Muhadi's? What's his full name?"

Dirga seemed to think after digesting Nina's question.

"Who is? Ada’ his R’ is so in front of his name. Rafi's? What Rifai? Ruli's? I forgot Nin. There's a ‘R’." Dirga tried to remember.

Nina seemed to tremble in front of Dirga.

"It's Ri-Rifai Muhadi, isn't it?" Nina asked with a tremble. Dirga's expression turned startled.

"Oh?! Like yeah? Uh ... but how can you guess that?”

Nina suddenly fell into Dirga's arms after hearing her husband's explanation just now. His head suddenly dizzy until his body is no longer able to support the body because of the pressure in his head is very deep.

Dirga startledly held Nina in her arms.

"Mrs, Nina!"

Dirga shouted Nina's name while thinking for a moment why she could look this way when the man's name was called.

"Muhadi may have met Nina .." thought Dirga in silence while lifting Nina's body up on the bed.