My Dream Beloved
Meet

This afternoon Arka planned to visit Aaron's house he would invite Aaron to investigate about Ibrahim.

"Hello spadaaa,Haruun woke up at noon"Arka shouted teriank in front of Aaron's house.

"Basar semprul, if the guest said hello instead he shouted impolite scream".

"Haha sori brow habit"

"So in first or we're going straight away?"

"Just get up,".

"Where did we find this?".

"We follow where Ibrahim goes later we pretend to be buyers know what gittu is".

"Yes let's go".

They both set out for Ibrahim's contract they will investigate Ibrahim's work as an apaa.Until there when Ibrahim came out to work, and Araka also Aaron followed Ibrahim.

"Brow from his net was exactly rich in Gibran,".

"Yes seh but try to see if his appearance is not so good, his hair is also gondrong so it has a mustache again, Gibran is the most anti".

"Yes, too, but I'm still curious".

"It's up to you, oh yeah yesterday you said you met Oliv?where's emang?".

"The restaurant that time we met the guy".

"Pity baget ya Oliv and Gibran when their struggle is not easy first what else Gibran to get Oliv alone took two years".

"Well then, I want to find out first that he's Gibran, right?, if it's Gibran we can get them back".

"But didn't he say he was married?".

"Yes, too, you know, you think back, stop stop, stop stop, stop it".

Arka and Aaron were very surprised to see Ibrahim working as a construction worker, knowing they were Gibran smart people who wanted him to work like that.

"Does he work here?".

"Yes, yes, it's not Gibran brow".

"But filing I'm sure he's Gibran brow, I'm a friend from childhood so memorized with him" said Arka sadly.

"Well, may Filing be right, what do we do now?".

"Is it up to you?".

They both finally asked the foreman, and indeed Ibrahim worked there he was also very diligent and nimble.Arka seemed disappointed to mean it was not Gibran because Gibran did not like the work as a construction worker.

They returned home disappointed, but if Gibran had died why his body was never found while the passengers could be found.

Oliv who was with Romi had finished eating together, they would go to the mall for shopping, initially Oliv refused but Romi managed to persuade Oliv.

"Dear you shop as you like, I'll pay ya".

"But Rom, is it your nicotine?".

"There is no word ngrepotin for my beloved future wife, now you choose yes, I stay there for a while you don't go where okay?".

"Yes, but not for long".

"Yes darling".

Oliv was forced to choose the clothes he liked, he was stunned by the beautiful tosca colored dres, which was very beautiful,Oliv saw the dres and he intended to buy it but when it will be released it turns out there is a hand that holds and Oliv looks surprised it turns out he is Ibrahim.

"This is my choice, I'm sorry will I take it?"

Oliv was still dumbstruck between shock, and shock.

"Hello, you baek baek miss, I take this shirt for my wife".

"Gi Gibran?".

"I'm sorry Ibrahim is not Gibran, if that's what's sorry" Ibrahim then left Oliv who was still still glued, a drop of aer eye fell.

"Darling, why are you?".

"Rom Gibran was here".

"What are you talking about, where is Gibran Liv?".

Oliv did not respond to Romi he ran looking for the man, but the result was nil, maybe Oliv was hallucinating.

"Liv you're looking for who?".

"Sorry Rom, so I would buy dres but it turns out the dres that I like have been bought by the same person" Oliv is not honest if the person is similar to Gibran.

"We can find a place to go" Romi took Oliv away from there.

Ibrahim who had finished paying for the dres immediately went home but in the angkot head he felt pain if he remembered the woman alias Oliv.