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Chapters. 212

Twenty years later…

November, 2023.

"Stop!" Shouted a girl with a blue hijab standing right beside her motorcycle.

"Jihan, there's no need to hold that man to account, I'm fine, '" he said, referring to a girl whose clothes were dirty and splashed by a puddle.

Her tears that had already dripped down her smooth white cheeks were clean.

The girl called Jihan turned her head towards the girl who asked her to stop yelling.

"You yeah! It's always like this, every time someone bullies you, they'll always give up and won't retaliate!" Grumpy girl called Jihan.

"There's no point in holding them accountable, the proof is that they don't bother Delila. Maybe we should both directly hit Ansel and his friends and ask directly why always bother Delila," Jinan said.

"Hemph, don't-don't one of them like Delila anymore. We are not British, but it is not appropriate that they always treat Delila like this!" Thirdly Dania.

"That could be, because only Delila is what they often seek. But, you are also too weak to cry a little if someone bothers you! Try you against them for sure they will not dare to do this again," he said.

"If Uncle Ocean and Brother Gibran knew they'd be in trouble! But mami and aunty Dusk forbid to complain to anyone if only experiencing small and trivial problems like this," Raisa Andriana added.

"Then we call Mamang Ardi to bring you a change of clothes, today is the first day we go to college and also this is the UK is not Indonesia so there is no good looking for problems in the country of people we just came." Jinan's Advice.

"It's over the rest of the year we're here too, it's close back to Jakarta. So it's no good looking for trouble with that guy named Ansel!" Dengususya.

The six young and beautiful women immediately left the place where Delila fell. Indeed, every day, Delila if leaving for campus will use a motorbike. Even many of his friends do not know if they are children people are, because the lifestyle they choose is simple.

"Aren't you okay, Del?" Ask Giska.

"It's okay, just my clothes are a little dirty. If you go first, I will wait with Jihan until Mang Ardi comes" Delila asked.

"Okey, we'll leave you two, but remember Jihan if that bego and son of a bitch comes bothering again quickly contact us," he hoped Jinan who was born a tomboy but wears a hijab.

All her grandchildren Aliah Aziza Humaira wear hijab, as well as her son Antonio, Zania Mirzani, Naysila who was born into this world as a woman.

All of her children chose to continue her education abroad. Precisely in London UK with different majors.

A young man sat up on the empty chair that happened to be leaping over it with his sneaky grin.

"I managed to disturb the girl again" Ansel Alfarizi said.

"You've always bullied that helpless girl, what the hell's bothering her?" The story is that Gibran did not know at all if his cousin's sister was bullied by his own friend.

"Maybe he fell in love with the girl that time," Iqbal Rizanta guessed as he grabbed the glass containing the non-alcoholic colored drink.

"Hemm. The girl is beautiful and smart. If I'm in his position you just shoot why even though it is colonized," said Alif Naufal Azhar who only guessed.

Plaghs…

"You're so lucky, you haven't seen it!" Ansel Resist.

Ansel had never once invited the members of his genk if he harassed Delila, but only invited his minions who no one recognized the six young girls.

"But I can't shoot another girl anymore, because there's already a Giska in my heart. It will never be replaced" said Alif Naufal, who loves the son of his best friend.

"If this timid love story is heard, it seems we will be slow to enter the classroom" said Gibran, who immediately rose from his seat while smiling meaningfully at his friend.

"Yes, we are afraid that our fierce lecturer will reduce the value again because of being late" said Iqbal Maulana.

I am also like Alif Naufal who is only able to love him like this. I was so afraid of being rejected that I was unable and helpless to tell her how I felt.

Ansel is a young man of Indonesian-Dutch descent who happens to be studying in England. However, their relationship with his grandchildren Bu Clara is quite close and close.

Their parents' friendship continues and is continued by their children. There were even some who loved each other in silence.

Gibran goes hand in hand with Ocean, "Gib, he said Mama Dusk would come this month to London,"

"He said, but somehow this time it became a reality or just omdo only. You know Mama Dusk has been traumatized from boarding a plane ever since Abbas Khaer's grandfather died from a plane crash." Gibran.

Ocean stopped his steps while in front of the entrance of his class while patting his nephew's shoulder the taste of that friend.

"Many pray that Mama Dusk may come to London to visit us all," Ocean soon entered his class separated from his other friends.

Their children's lives are pretty smooth and smooth. Only occasionally experience small exams while at the campus.

The days continue to pass until only a few months are left they will tether their education abroad.

Djakarta…

"It's been almost five years since the departure of father Abbas, but you're not ready to travel abroad yet" Kabir said, taking bread that had just been smeared with peanut butter by Dusk.

Dusk paused her activities and turned her attention towards her husband.

"I'm still afraid of bang, whether this fear will last until when or will disappear over time" he said.

About five years ago Dusk and some of his family members traveled from Surabaya to Jakarta. However, when their plane was about to land, there was a problem that was so fatal and serious that some of the passengers and crew died including his father-in-law Abbas Khaer.

Since then, Dusk has never traveled even by plane. He was quite traumatic with the calamity that had befallen him.

"Jinan with Jihan understands very well how you are my wife, but Gibran every time he has a birthday, you've always been there but for the last four years, Gibran has always been through his birthday without you." Kabir.

Dusk shed his tears because of his inability and helplessness to fight fear.

Not only Mr. Abbas who died, but his grandmother Bu Clara Kabir also became a victim of the fatal accident. While Dusk suffered several injuries all over his body at that time.

"I will try to try it Bang, I ask you to prepare for our departure tomorrow to London" he said.

"But if you can't. Please never force yourself. If you can't don't be forced because I'm sure Gibran our son will understand and understand him" Kabir said.

"It's okay Bang, insha Allah I can walk this time. For the sake of my children I'm sure I can."

Dusk also drove her husband's departure to his office to his doorstep. They walk full of romance like a newlywed who never the slightest taste of regret is eaten by the age of marriage that has long.

Dusk gave her husband's briefcase by grabbing the back of her husband's hand for him to kiss full of disgrace.

"Assalamualaikum" he said.

"Waalaikum hail," she replied at Dusk with her sweetest smile.

A pair of eyes from earlier noticed what the two married couples did with eyes that were difficult to understand.

I've tried to keep you two apart, always failing. It even makes you love more.

It's been 20 years that I've been waiting for your divorce but it didn't work out either. Even when Mrs Dusk was said to have been involved in a fatal accident, but it turns out that you are still alive. At that time I was grateful and happy because I felt God was on my side.

Tapir, in fact you are still given a long life. I teased Mr. Kabir, too, but I was almost in jail.

Do I have to bury deeply in this sense of wanting to be the great mistress of this house?

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