Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 80: The Story of the Past

Mustofa followed Ulya where he went. Finally they stopped at a palm tree on the beach.

There was a table and also a pair of oak chairs painted white. It looks so artistic.

From there can be seen the pounding waves that chase to the beach. What a beautiful sight.

Not so with Ulya's mood. He just looked up at this sight. Countless feelings he had to endure, there was anger, there was disappointment, there was also countless pain. For betrayal and a gape of wounds. All become one. Which now wants to be broken down.

For a few minutes, Ulya let the atmosphere in silence. So that makes Mustofa wonder. But he had no courage to start.

Finally Ulya spoke up as well.

"What is your relationship with Hagya?"

Mustofa did not expect to get such a question. He was silent without sound.

Make Ulya's anger churn. So that he unconsciously he hit the table beside him.

"Say!"

"Sister, I .. I ...."

"You may bless your brother."

Right now Ulya was completely at the peak of his anger. One hard slap he landed on Mustofa. So that his body staggered and fell from the chair he was sitting on.

Mustofa held back his tears. Remembering what happened to him, 4 years ago.

"All right, Brother."

Mustofa took a heavy breath, then released it slowly. Although there was a lot of doubt in his heart, but he tried to ventured to reveal all. Which he kept very close.

"I'm sorry, brother. I didn't mean to betray you."

His face bowed again, not daring to look at Ulya's face that was getting reddened by anger.

"That night ...

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The four year story.

"Mustofa, I'll go home first. Yeah." yeah."

"Well, Senator Bahrul Ulya" Mustofa said with a laugh.

"There's just you. Don't call me that." Ulya said with a laugh.

Laughing himself who was dragged into a political life that he did not want. All were lived because of the abba and ummi decision which was very hard on him.

"I'd rather develop an architect. Then set up a company instead of being a senator like this rich."

"No talent is also a senator" replied Mustofa

"Not a gifted problem or not, a problem like it or not" Ulya replied.

"But brother Ulya enjoyed it, right?"

Ulya just smiled at the dikulum, answering Mustofa's statement. He enjoyed it ....

Get wet, take a shower. As the saying goes.

"A few days, maybe I can't go to the company. Please handle everything .... If it's not urgent, don't call me."

"Yeahach ... Brother, important pretender."

"It's real. Don't play games" Ulya said seriously.

Making Mustofa can not help laughing.

"okay-okay. But I still have a lot to learn, brother. There's still a lot I don't understand."

"It's okay. As long as you persevere, everything must be resolved." replied Ulya who was still twirling his great chair.

"Don't understand, must understand." Ulya stressed.

Which greeted head nods many times by Mustofa while staring at the file in front of him.

"You understand, no."

"What, Brother?" sahut Mustofa looked at Ulya with a grinning smile on his horse.

Nach, right. From earlier the lecture was not noticed at all by this one human, Ulya grumbled.

"Yes, already. Learn those files, which are your part. I'll wait for the report."

"Beres, Brother."

"I'll go back, I'll have a party meeting. Tomorrow there's a commission hearing."

"Beres, Brother. Don't worry, I can definitely replace big brother here." replied Mustofa steady.

"That's dong. If I'm anywhere, just calm down. Keep praying 5 times."

"Thank you, be reminded."

"Assalamu'alaikum ..." said Ulya left Mustofa who was still struggling with a pile of files.

"Wa'alaikum salam ..." he replied, without looking at Ulya.

He wanted to get the job done, and go home. Sleep well.

When the hour hand shows ten o'clock, he ends the job. Tidying up his desk, then going out alone through the hallways of the office that looked lonely.

Only a few employees still exist. It might also be due to overtime like he is currently doing.

"Night, sir" said one employee.

"Night too. You're not going home?"

"Yes, I'm staying first."

"Yes, sir."

Mustofa set foot into the parking lot, with several yawning times, due to the drowsiness that began to attack.

Reluctantly, he turns on his car, leaving the office complex. Towards the streets that began to stretch.

Maybe because he was so sleepy, he didn't see anyone crossing the street. Luckily, he stopped his vehicle immediately.

But inevitably, his car had touched the man. So he sat in front of his car.

Mustofa immediately came down, and approached him. Turns out she's a woman.

"Miss, are you okay" he asked.

Seen, he groaned in pain, though it did not appear that he was injured.

"I'm fine. But I don't know about my feet."

"Do I need to take it to the doctor."

"No need. It's sorted out a little bit, it's also healed" he replied.

Then, he tried to stand up. It looks like he grimaces withstanding the pain. Mustofa also tried to sweep it so as not to fall.

"Miss, where are the nights like this."

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm from the office about to go home."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Then let my lady drive you home."

"I'm sorry" said the woman.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing" Mustofa said as he swept the woman into his car.

"Thank you" said the woman after being able to sit in Mustofa's car.

"Yes." Yeah."

Mustofa headed to the other side. Sit quietly behind the wheel.

"Where's the lady's house?"

"Not far from here. Only 400 meters"

Mustofa drove his car slowly. To be able to stop the car.

"Nach it!"he shouted softly, while enduring the pain.

"You live in an apartment?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Then he parked the car in front of the apartment he appointed.

The woman opened the car door wanting to get out. But he sat back down. Due to the pain felt in his legs.

"Sorry miss, I want to help" Mustofa said politely.

"It seems so, it hurts a lot."

After he came out and closed the door, he headed towards the woman.

Mustofa has to clean it up. Because he looks very sick. Finally Mustofa took the initiative to carry it.

"May I carry you, Miss."

"Sorry, no need."

"It's okay. Miss like this is also because of me."

"All right."

Finally Mustofa carried the woman, up to his apartment on the 7th floor.

When he got to the door, he dropped it off. So that he could open the door immediately.

Mustofa led him to the ground, to the sofa in the living room.

"Sit down, right there. Let me massage your legs. To heal quickly."

He was silent, not speaking Mustofa's words.

"No, but please get the massage oil in the medicine box."

"All right."

Mustofa searched for the existence of a medicine box in the room and the next room, but was not found.

"Where?"

"Ah, I forgot. Please bring it in the room." she replied, raising her feet to the table.

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