New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
Where's brother?

After a vote from his servants who he deliberately called to his room, finally Aisha's choice fell on white heels that look very elegant when combined with her costume tonight.

Once again Aisha researched her appearance in front of the mirror. Perfect.

“Kok me pretty well too if dandan kayak gini,” muttered Aisha seemed satisfied with the results of her work.

Aisha glanced at the clock still faithfully hanging on the wall.

“Udah at seven turns out.”

Aisha grabbed her pretty bag sling, closed the room door and walked down one by one.

“Masya Allah .. The mistress is very beautiful,” said Bi Asih who was amazed by the appearance of Aisha.

“Ih Bi Asih can aja.” The blush on Aisha's cheek is increasingly visible because of her blushing self.

“Padahan Aisha also does not know where this Bi.” is going Aisha whispered to Bi Asih at the end of the stairs.

“Lah?” Bi Asih was confused by Aisha.

“Mari Madam, Mr. Faris is waiting.” Not yet Aisha answered Bi Asih, Mr. Toni had already approached her to hurry.

“Bi Asih doain Aisha yes, hope tonight goes smoothly.” Aisha further widened her smile, walking after Mr. Toni towards the car that was parked in her yard.

Aisha, who enjoyed her journey through the traffic density of the Metropolitan city that night, did not realize that her car had stopped.

He nodded when he realized the car had stopped.

“North Quay?” Aisha muttered softly.

“Mistress, this is the address that Mr. Faris sent me.” Mr. Toni reassured the employer who looked confused.

***

“Hey wait ...” looks a girl screaming chasing Gus Hasan steps out cafe.

“Woi ... I call lo!” the girl was furious at feeling neglected.

“My name is Hasan.” Gus Hasan stopped his steps and turned a glance, but immediately resumed his steps without caring about the cry of the girl behind him.

“Hai sweety ..” A group of men on the side of the road that the girl passed by seemed to greet her. Not greeting, rather flirting.

The girl named Ayla kept her eyes straight without turning her head in the slightest at the origin of the voice.

“Hey where are you going?” one of them blocked Ayla's move because she felt ignored.

“Don’t get in my way!” ayla shouted firmly.

Not stopping, the young men actually increasingly aggressively disturbing Ayla.

“Stay here with us sweety,” the man said as he was about to pull Ayla's arm, but the owner first dodged.

“Oh shit! Don’t touch me!” (Damn it! Don't touch me!)

“Oh your pretty mouth can also say rough like that huh.” The sound of a bunch of young men just laughed.

“Excusme, don't disturb him.” The words of someone stopped the young men.

“There was a hero apparently,” said the young man grinning.

“I only help fellow muslims.” Gus Hasan answered calmly.

“Oh he is both Muslim with you apparently, then what is your business?”

“My line helped him.”

“You want to help him?” the young man smirked, his hands stalled in the air about to caress Ayla's pretty face.

A blow from Gus Hasan stopped the young man from touching Ayla.

Of course, the action of Gus Hasan invited other young people who had only watched his friend in action since. There was a clash between Gus Hasan and the young men.

“Now you know who am I, huh?” (Now you know who I am, huh?) Ayla grinned at the sight of the young man being knocked down by Hasan's attack.

“Still have time to boast.” Gus Hasan said in astonishment and pulled Ayla's hand to run with her because she felt outnumbered by the young men.

A group of men had chased them, but only a few steps, making it easier for Gus Hasan and Ayla to hide.

Gus Hasan and Ayla stopped in a deserted passageway to rest. The chest of the two rose and down each breath after tired of running.

“Jeez your temples!” ayla was surprised to see fresh blood flowing from the tip of Gus Hasan's temple. Maybe because of the fight earlier, Gus Hasan himself did not realize it.

Ayla took off the scarf wrapped around her neck and immediately closed it on Gus Hasan's wound.

“I don't think you care about me. It turns out you are a good person,” said Ayla broke the awkwardness created.

“Are we not supposed to help each other?”

“Who said I was Muslim?” Ayla asked back.

“You are out of Blue Mosque during prayer time, it is impossible if you are just a tourist visiting.” Gus Hasan's statement silenced Ayla.

“Where are your two bodyguards? Why aren't they with you?” Gus Hasan dizzy looking for a figure who usually always accompanies Ayla.

“I told them not to follow me while chasing you.”

“What now you regret after the incident was disturbed by the youths earlier?”

“No, God is always with me. What should I be afraid of?” ayla's reply instantly silenced Gus Hasan.

Ayla is a good Muslim, only her heart has not been tapped to close her aura completely. Although Ayla is not hijab, but she always dressed modestly.

“Go home, call your bodyguard.” Gus Hasan handed back the scarf he used to clean the blood on his temple to Ayla.

“But what about your temple?”

“I am not a child,” replied Gus Hasan accordingly.

“Alright, I'm Hulya Ayla Filiz. We haven't had a good time getting acquainted.”

“I Hasan Fajrurraihan.”

***

Aisha began to get off her black car which was parked neatly in the parking lot that had been provided.

With grace Aisha still standing in front of Gapura Surya Nusantara Building which became the location of Surabaya North Quay.

Still reluctant to step up because of the beauty of the Building that holds many stories in his life.

Starting from her togetherness with Azka also their separation, to togetherness with Faris who now has the status as her husband. This building is a silent witness to his life story.

Suddenly Aisha is surprised by the presence of a female servant who comes to greet her.

“What's right with Mrs Aisha?” ask the woman politely.

Aisha nodded her head with a slight awkward smile.

“Let's Madam, Mr. Faris has reserved a place for you. Let me deliver.”

“Oh yes thank you yes, mbak Sari,” said Aisha after looking at the name tag attached to the waiter's uniform.

Aisha followed the steps of the maid who actually took her towards the cruise ships that were already lined up beautifully.

Slender. Only that can describe the situation that night in the harbor.

Aisha still followed the steward who took her to one of the most luxurious yachts in the line of yachts lined up next to her.

“Bang Faris wants to do it anyway?”

Arriving at a door on the deck of Aisha's ship was shocked. Because the waiter who had brought him was no longer with him. He also realized that Mr. Toni was not with him.

Aisha was wailing, even turning around to look for the waiter, or someone she could ask.

But the result was nothing, now he was completely alone. No sign of anyone else being here.

Along the stairs on the deck of the ship that he passed earlier also looked very dark. Inevitably he had to continue his steps to get out of the deck of the ship to the roof of the ship.

“Bang Faris where the hell is it? Why is it so scary. Don't Bang Faris want revenge again with me.”

Aisha squeezed her own fingers which already felt very cold. Sweat dinging flooded his body that felt frightened by the circumstances around him.

He bowed his head staring at the heels he was wearing at the moment.

“Aduh use gini-rich heels again, it will be difficult if you run.”

Aisha's mind grew increasingly confused, but she finally saw a door directed towards the roof of the ship. He calmed down a little to see the way out of his current state.

***

*** Connect ...***

Don't forget to vote, like and comment for nyemangatin author ya readers dearest …