
The next day, Adam and Luna went to Surabaya. Go to Haura's hometown and find Hasan.
It didn't take long, they had already reached Hasan's house. Simple house with blue wall paint, looks dull.
"Please wait here, I'll go in by myself" explained Adam and Luna nodding obediently.
Appearing ordinary, Adam got out of his car. Leaving the suit he always carried in the car.
Knocking on the door, but not open for a long time.
But Adam did not give up, until a moment later the door was opened. A man who looked his age opened the door, the sun was already high, but it was clear that this man had just woken up.
"Who are you?" ask him unfriendly.
"I'm Adam, Haura's friend."
Hasan was grieving, why were so many people looking for Haura, Haura and Haura. True said his wife, Haura was not a true woman, in fact many men are always looking for the younger brother.
"He's in Jakarta, don't look here" replied Hasan disliked, then he quickly closed the door again.
Adam fluttered, he clenched his hands tightly.
The more he looked for Haura, inexplicably he felt even more compassion for her. Without any need for explanation, Adam could already feel it. If Haura, it's not wanted by her brother.
In his little heart Adam promised, when he had found Haura. He will raise the woman up high. Until the people who had insulted Haura, would look up and look up, and only the soles of Haura's feet could they see.
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Time goes so fast, that it is not felt now another week Haura chili plants will soon be harvested.
Like the deal between Azzam and Shakir. Today the famous merchant from the neighboring country came to the village of Parupay, met with Azzam and checked the chili he was going to buy.
Welcomed simply, in a simple house belonging to Aminah.
Haura welcomed enthusiastically, before Azzam had told everything to his mother. If Labih managed to get a wholesaler to buy their chili.
Unmitigated, everything will be bought by Mr. Shakir. Even if his chili products meet the standards, Shakir will be a regular buyer.
Dipper tubs together, Haura's efforts get the ease of the streak. Not only managed to harvest, they also immediately got a contractor.
"Include me, I am Azzam's mother, Haura Tuan," explained Haura, clenching her hands together in front of her chest, saluting and smiling kindly at Shakir.
Smiling, Shakir looked at Haura from head to toe. Simple woman, complete with a long hijab.
Nothing special, but his eyes were so shady.
Anyone who looks into those eyes will be swept away.
"Don't call Mister, just call Shakir," Shakir replied no less gracious, as a merchant it was not difficult for him to be close to people.
At that time Shakir did not come alone, he came with his right hand, Mail.
After introductions and long stories. Haura invites Shakir to see their plantation. Azzam and Azzura followed.
Shakir looked in amazement at the garden, all the plants seemed to be flourishing and evenly distributed. Even the fruit is thick and has the right size.
"Fortunately I met you Zam" Shakir told the boy.
"If your chili is like this, I will increase the price" Shakir said again, making Azzam, Azzura and Haura who heard him smile widely.
They repeatedly thanked him in their hearts.
At that time, Haura decided to go home first. Azzam and the others were still there.
Azzam and Azzura looked at their chili, while Shakir looked at Haura's back away.
"Who's beautiful sir, Acik Haura?" mail asked guess, because there was only one woman there, Haura.
"Yes, who else?" shakir replied, asking.
"But still less beautiful with women in the city of Mister," explained Mail according to his vision.
Hearing that, Shakir chuckled.
"You know Tere Liye? a famous writer." Shakir looked back at Haura's departure.
"One of his quotes he said, 'The beauty of a woman is not seen from her face, her physique, let alone from her clothes. But look at it from his eyes" Shakir and Mail explained.
"A woman who is simple, firm, insightful, good-natured, principled, independent and honest is really nice to see her eyeballs. So charming, it brings peace." Shakir smiled, and now looked at Azzam and Azzura.
"It is true that the author wrote it, now I feel it."
The mail that heard that was only able to smile. Realizing one thing, his master was already in love.
In a widow in Borneo, named Haura. In the city, there are a lot of girls fighting over him.
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At night, after teaching Haura and all her family began to lay down on the bed.
The wooden beds were quite large, accommodating all of them up there, Haura, Aminah, Azzam and Azzura.
"Alhamdulilah, our efforts are diridhoi by Allah," said Haura gratefully, while embracing Azzura who was next to him.
"You won't leave grandma, will you, if you succeed later?" ask Aminah, sad.
Honestly speaking, he was afraid that Haura would leave him, taking Azzam and Azzura away. They were all Aminah's soul mates. Without them, Aminah felt empty.
Azzam who was closer to his grandmother immediately embraced Aminah tightly.
"What did grandma say? it won't happen" replied Haura.
"Why did we leave Nek Inah, Nek Inah was our grandmother" Azzura said, saying he could not accept that his family might leave each other.
The four people then hugged each other, tightly.
"Grandmother remembered when you were born. That night, the mother and grandmother pass through the darkness of the night to the house of Sanja's midwife. So anxious, we did not bring a flashlight," Aminah said, recalling the past, she gave a small smile when she remembered it.
"Until the moment mom and grandma came home, we realized that our legs were both hurting a lot" Haura said with a smile.
"But we don't feel the slightest pain, our pain is gone when we look you both in the face" Aminah told me again.
Azzam and Azzura faithfully listened, like a fairy tale read before going to bed.
That night Aminah and Haura continued to talk, even though Azzam and Azzura had fallen asleep. Aminah said that if he had picked up the diamond shirt button that Haura threw away.
"Truth must be revealed one day, and face the truth" Aminah told Haura, who she considered a child.
Haura fell silent, not knowing how to respond. That hatred still lingered strongly in his heart.
"If you still hate that man, you hate Azzam and Azzura too."
Haura turned her head, looking at the grandmother who was also looking at her fixedly.
"Take off Haura, let go of all your hatred. Please accept that the devil man is the father of your children."
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