LOVE IN TASBIH DETAILS
CHAPTER 65. LOSE WORD

"If Mas Bram wants it, I'll listen to it and do it." His speech was raucous, making Bram stunned. There has never been anyone who has been so obedient to her without questioning her, except perhaps Diah in her past.

"Where's my dad? I'll see him now..."

Aisyah straightened her seat with her jaw frozen. His eyes were straight forward as if ready to be carried by Bram anywhere.

"There." Bram pointed to a settlement in front of them, not far from where Bram parked his car.

"Here?" Aisyah turned to Bram doubtfully.

Bram nodded, his eyes fixed on the building clinging to the edge of the Jagir times whose water looks blurry and the edges look dirty.

The buildings, standing potluck on top of rubble like rubble. It was built by force, from scrap wood, zinc and tarpaulin. Crackling between clothes that seemed to flutter irregularly.

"My dad's there?" Aisyah repeated her question, Bram running his car slowly towards a row of simple shophouses and small restaurants similar to coffee shops.

"We're parking here. The car can't get in there." Bram stopped his car, then took Aisyah who was still dumbfounded to get down immediately.

After giving the diner owner twenty thousand bills, Bram left his car there.

After crossing the road, the building was 500 meters in front of the eyes, but closed some portal wall that seemed to be deliberately made possible because the place was a trace, planned to create a public area or something.

"How are we going there?" Aisyah asked staring at the building clinging to the edge that time.

"That's right here." Bram pulled Aisyah's sleeve into a small alley. They walked carefully, after the rain it seemed like it was overflowing so the road became muddled.

"My father's house is in this place...?" Aisyah asked worriedly as she followed Bram's footsteps from behind while her fingers held the tip of Bram's shirt.

"You can hold my hand if you're afraid of falling." Bram turned around and extended his hand.

Aisyah shook her head in pink pias and pretended to be busy lifting a little pants model haighwaist pant model wide on her, so that the tip of her pants did not touch the ground and dirty.

"I'm not afraid of falling, ma'am. I can walk carefully." Aisyah replied while gesturing Bram back to step.

Bram nodded his head while pulling the corners of his lips, Aisyah was indeed shy in fact, and was now getting awkward with Bram ever since this man expressed his feelings for Aisyah.

After walking for about ten minutes through the narrow alley and occasionally passing by the settlers who might live there, which from its appearance, the, Aisyah felt that her simple life had been much luckier than theirs.

"Who are you looking for, sir?" Asked a man in a thick body with his rare mustache, his clothes shabby, in his hand a sack containing some junk. His probing eyes were suspicious of Bram who looked neat and was much different from the people who lived there.

"I want to meet Mr. Faraz."

"Faraz's father?" Eyebrows.

"Oh, I mean Adka's father."

With a small smile she gave way for Bram and Aisyah to pass by.

Bram had once precisely yesterday afternoon to this place with Bang Gimin, the person who discovered Faraz's whereabouts after a long time he searched and traced the whereabouts of Aisyah's father, from where he last worked and lived in Kalimantan until finally moved here, a few years ago.

"Brakk!!!" A 10-year-old boy ran over a house, crashing Aisyah to the point of almost falling.

"Eh, be careful when you run!" Bram swiftly caught Aisyah's body so that it did not fall, while glaring at the child who stopped his running. Aisyah's eyes met the sight of the czech boy.

"Mah.haf." His speech was short and stammered, a little stingy, the eyes sparkled for a moment.

"Aqsa!!! Where're you! Give me your brother's book!" The loud call was heard from the door of one of the rooms.

Aisyah was stunned, the voice sounded hoarse but Aisyah was left feeling familiar, she felt that the voice was really familiar.

Aisyah stood up straight with her arm resting on Bram's, she turned around tensely.

His mouth was open, his eyes barely blinking, staring at the old man in a shabby t-shirt with a picture of one of the parties and a shabby chaleg, like a campaign-sharing shirt a few years ago.

The cloth pants are actually black but appear gray because they may take too long to wear.

Their gaze met, the old man with gray hair that almost filled his head was stunned, as if he was trying to recognize the young brown hooded woman in front of him.

"DAD..." The sound was like it was stuck in Aisyah's esophagus. Lost at the end of his tongue.

The father's eyebrows were intertwined, his right hand rose up on his forehead like a flick of glare, squinting his eyes at Aisyah, his left hand supporting a wooden stick, his body slightly tilted, his, it seems like he had to be helped by that stick to stand properly.

"Sir Bram, what is it?" He asked, his eyes narrowed.

"Yes, Mr. Faraz.this is me, Bram who came to see you yesterday afternoon." Replied Bram while touching Ayesha's arm.

"Oh, you said today you would bring someone to me who wanted to meet me. Who?" He walked half-drawn his feet.

Aisyah did not make a sound, her eyes could not be separated from the old man in front of her, there was not a single word that represented her feelings now!

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