New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
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Guys brother auhtor plans to change the title of this novel, because this title feels like an extension of it. The plan is to change to 'The Sense of Love'. It was also approved by NT yaa wkwk .. because this novel has passed the contract.

Well so if for example tomorrow has been approved, maybe the notification that will appear if this novel up will be different titles from before, yes. how do you agree not?

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“Hallo Salman.” Faisal blushed his voice as his call was already connected to someone across the street.

“Iya Sir?” Salman also confirmed the location of his listening device and answered him in a whisper as if offsetting the role of his Master.

“Where are you?”

“I'm guarding outdoor Mr.”

“Log in now without anyone knowing,” said Faisal then disconnected the connection.

Without waiting long Salman was on alert to enter Faisal's room.

“It's a secret mission, please take me out of here without everything outside tau.”

Salman seemed a little doubtful of his master's request.

“You are working with me, not with Baba or Mami,” Faisal said firmly which made Salman nod.

“Ready, Sir,” Salman said making Faisal nod with satisfaction.

“Wait for me ten minutes, I will give you a cue if everything is ready,” added Salman before he returned out.

After Salman's death, Faisal immediately grabbed his jacket and hat, then changed his patient's uniform with jeans that he had prepared before.

“Ssshh aww ..” Faisal groaned a little as the pain in his wound returned when he tried to put on his jacket.

After everything was neat, he just waited for the message from Salman out there.

Drrtt ... the beloved shoots ulam also arrived, Salman made a call into the mobile phone Faisal who has now moved to his jeans pocket.

“Ready, Sir. It is better for you to use the elevator behind the hallway because I have directed others not to be around the location,” Salman said straightforwardly.

Faisal immediately settles into the elevator as his bodyguards direct, slightly confirming the location of his hat and sunglasses as he crosses the crowd-filled lobby.

Outside the Hospital, already perched in a black tesla prepared by Salman, he immediately sat behind the wheel to drive forward the car he was now riding in.

“Set the condition there, lest anyone know if I leave the room, especially Baba, Mami, and my sister,” Faisal said before launching his vehicle.

Forced Faisal to drive his car at moderate speed because he had to split the crowd with one hand, his injured hand was still a little sore if he moved.

Until finally he can pull over his car in front of the towering building according to what Aisha wrote when she sent her bodyguards to pick up Aisha that day.

For a moment he was silent as his feet stepped into the lobby of the apartment, he hesitated to ask the officers there about which unit Aisha occupied because Aisha did not mention in detail the unit she currently lives in.

Without realizing it, a security officer approached him.

“There can be helped, Mister?” ask the officer who probably caught the look of confusion on Faisal's face.

“Ah I was looking for someone, he said living in this apartment, but I do not know which unit exactly,” said Faisal who was confused because he did not have Aisha contact.

“Oh on whose behalf yes, Mister?” ask the officer back.

“Aisha, from Indonesia. But I do not know whose full name,” said Faisal as it is.

The officer suddenly frowned with a gaze that suspected Faisal, perhaps worried if Faisal was one of the criminals who was tracing the whereabouts of his prey.

Just so far Faisal shook his head.

“Awhile I try to contact first the person you are looking for.” The officer immediately stepped into the customer section and the officer in that section lifted the phone after writing down some numbers that he had seen on the monitor screen.

Faisal who is still in his place can only pray in his heart, hopefully this time his heart will not be hurt again with whatever reality he will face a few minutes to come.

“Yes Allah .. I believe that Your power is far greater than my hope.”

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Faris stepped his feet steadily as Roger pulled over the car that had carried him in the parking lot that had been provided.

“Happy enjoy your trip, Mr.” Roger said after helping Faris drop off his suitcase.

“Yaelah .. already like a steward you, Ger,” said Faris who actually felt uncomfortable with Roger's attention.

“I'll be all-round, Sir,” chattering Roger responded to the boss's joke.

On this flight, Faris did go alone, Mr. Toni and Roger just want to follow in the next few days because there are some matters that they must handle during Faris away. The purpose of Faris' departure this time is to fulfill the visit of his new project in Ankara, also intending to find the wife who may have actually stopped in Istanbul.

Faris immediately stepped into the ticketing section and showed her the online ticket, after taking care of everything and passing a series of checks, he stepped inside a special lounge reserved for business class to rest because there was still time before the plane took off.

Faris intended to close his net which turned out to be completely reluctant to be closed. Threw a cell phone in his pocket to dispel his boredom.

Once the lock screen successfully opened, some notifications floating clearly on the Instagram application on his phone, it turns out he forgot if last night had not had time to log out of his wife's account. Looking at the direct messenger that just signed in to the account, Faris opened the top message from an account called ‘Reynald St_’. The man sent a picture message containing a photo of the atmosphere at the airport.

‘I have back to Indonesia, Aisha. Sorry because everything was sudden so I did not take word and say goodbye directly to you’

‘I have to get back to work. See you soon with your better heart condition’

Faris heart suddenly heated up reading every sentence sent by Rey, his hands would have been clenched perfectly.

“Who else is this guy? He is very familiar with Aisha.”

Looking back carefully at the photo that Rey just sent, it feels like Faris is no stranger to the atmosphere of the airport in the photo. After observing it, he now understands if the atmosphere of the airport in the photo is Juanda Airport Surabaya where his feet rest at this time.

Immediately Faris install the account of the man, in his profile bio written if he is a steward, some of his posts contained about him who was running the task.

“He steward .. and now at again is at this Airport …,” murmured Faris who immediately rose from his seat and intended to find the figure of the man by asking for information on the customer service section at the airport.

“Your attention please\, passengers of Turkish Airlines on flight number TA**to Ankara please boarding from door A**\, Thank you.” (Consideration\, Turkish Airlines passengers with flight number TA***destination Ankara is welcome to board via door A**\, Thank you)

The announcement suddenly stopped Faris, checked the flight number just mentioned earlier which turned out to be the same number as the one on his ticket.

“Argghh shit!” Faris could only throw his punch into the air when his plan had to fail because his plane was about to take off.

While in another corner at the airport, since then Rey did not let go of his attention from the cellphone in his grasp, just in case Aisha will reply to her direct messenger that has changed the sign to ‘seen’ or ‘view’.

A few minutes ago after searching for Aisha's account, Rey sent a message for him that contained his apology for having to return to Indonesia suddenly and did not have time to say goodbye to the woman who several days has ‘menggenggenggengg’ his world. He also sent a portrait of the atmosphere of the airport that reminded him of their initial meeting at that time.

“Udah read it, is Aisha busy huh?” he muttered in the middle of another cabin attendant who was busy passing by to prepare to enter the plane.

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