Let go of me
Sorry Mr. Burhan
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After a long debate, Reihan returned to his apartment. But not yet holding the doorknob He remembered the incident before He entered the room.
" Before entering this room I passed a woman. Because the road while crying so her collide. I was worried, maybe he's an employee here. But it looks like the woman is new from this room. "
After saying to her concerns Reihan was resigned to continue the work assigned to her.
" Women, from this room and crying.....! Don't-don't...... " Murm Andre
Andre, Ilham and Mr. Burhan looked at each other as if they had the same thought.
" Nayla's......
" My sister....
" My boy....
They speak their opinions at the same time. Though his speech was different but their guess was the same, Nayla.
" Don't just now Nayla heard all about the Father and Andre debate. "
The two men agreed with Ilham's estimation. Andre immediately ran out looking for his sister.
" Where is he, why isn't he everywhere ?. " Andre started to panic
Mr. Burhan and also Ilham also went to find Nayla who was not in the kitchen Resto.
" Aulia......! Ask Aulia, because your sister is very close to her. "
The three men immediately looked for the woman they were referring to and found her still in their dressing room.
" Aulia......!. "
Aulia who heard her name on the call turned her head and was surprised to see the owner of the Resto was in front of the door of her room.
" I yes sir, there is something I can help you with. I'm sorry I was so bad, now I'm going back to work again. "
Aulia, who was preparing to return to work, was worried that she had made a mistake. So that resulted in his superiors coming to see him directly.
" It's okay. We just came here to ask you about Nayla, did you see her. Or you know where she is, about her I've been looking everywhere since I haven't seen her. "
Andre is always ahead when it comes to Nayla, he first asked.
" I yes sir, Nayla was here. But it was like he had a problem, so let's go home first. I just wanted permission for her. " Answer Aulia.
" Yes, thanks for the info. You can go back to work again. "
" Dad, let Andre check into his house first, maybe he's gone home. "
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Just a few minutes, the car that Andre was driving arrived in front of Nayla's house. The house looks quiet, there is no sign of any occupants in the house.
Andre called and knocked repeatedly but there was no answer.
" No one, Kamila hasn't come back yet. Where are you my sister, why don't you go home. You know that Mas is very worried about your situation right now. "
Andre pulls out his cell phone, tries to contact Nayla over and over again but has no answer. That made her worry even more.
He then contacted his father and brother.
" Not at Dad's house. "
" Not at my brother's house. "
" Check the tracking device on his phone, didn't you say you had it installed there. "
Andre immediately followed Brother Ilham's advice and then smiled after learning of his sister's whereabouts.
Andre immediately entered his car and drove it. Before his he had sent the location of Nayla's whereabouts to Father and his brother so that they could go there simultaneously.
An hour passed and they arrived almost simultaneously. Andre immediately went down and looked for the whereabouts of the younger brother.
" It seems you're there my sister. " Andre Murmured.
He slowly walked over to Nayla who was sitting next to the mother's grave. The location of the tomb under the tree makes it easier for him to linger there for a long time.
" Nayla........!. " Call Andre slowly.
Nayla hears her name on the call and she also knows exactly who the owner of the voice is, but her heart is reluctant to answer.
" Nayla...... !. " Call Andre the second time.
" What Andre is here for. " Nayla's voice sounded unfriendly.
" Don't come any closer, you better just go home and leave me alone. "
Just as Andre steps closer to Nayla he is startled by Nayla's voice asking her to leave.
" Andre wants to talk to you for a minute. " Andre Pinta
" Go, there's nothing to talk about anymore. "
Nayla pondered her unfortunate fate, fate as if toying with her all this time. As if this world had no happiness for her, all she went through was suffering. One by one his loved ones resulted in suffering for him.
" Don't be like this Nayla, we better go home and let Mas talk to you for a minute. " Pinta Andre was a little begging.
Nayla remained unmoved from her seat, her hands holding the mound of earth the mother's tomb.
" Nayla.......!. "
" Go Mas, for what is Mas still here. If you want to laugh about my stupidity all this time please, I am stupid. Can't tell which one seriously loves me which one is fake. "
" I love you so much and there's nothing fake, I think you know that too. All her sincere sister. " Say Andre
" Just don't call me by that name, get away from my life.........!. " Shouted Nayla hysterically.
Mr. Burhan got down from the car and stepped closer to the tomb of the once very dear woman Almarumah.
" Daughter..I'm sorry, I'm sorry Daddy abandoned you and your mother. But if you know the truth......
" Enough... I ask that now you all go home, do not mind me and leave me alone. "
Andre held back his father's footsteps who wanted to get closer towards his younger brother through the movement of his hands.
" Okay, I'm going home, but know that Buba loves you and your mother very much. Go back home and we'll talk about everything. "
Although the weight of Mr. Burhan's final heart left Nayla with Andre in the tomb.
Long time Andre and Nayla dissolve with their respective thoughts, until the end of his time Andre volunteered to return. All that was just an excuse for Nayla to come back home.
" Yes, I went home too. Please go home too, let's talk about this well. However, Burhan's father is your father, all this time he was looking for you but never succeeded. So please, please think carefully about everything. Don't just look at one side while the other side is forgotten. "
Andre also passed away after revealing his heart. This time Andre could not side with anyone, because all this time he was the one who witnessed how suffering Nayla was, so is how the effort and sacrifice of the father in searching for his missing biological child
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