Syakir And Syakira

Syakir And Syakira
Home of Syakira To Meet Rajis' Father


To esokan the next morning.


"Abang pamit Mak wants to go to Rajis's father's house first mumpung Syakira has left and will go home this afternoon. I just called Brother." Say Syakir to Mother Zizi


"Go away. Make sure everything. If it's about that man, as we planned last night, before your wedding we should catch him first."


Syakir nodded, "Of course Mak. Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Astaghfirullah Artaaa!!!!!"


Bruukk..


"Aduhhh.. How to push, baby? This pain. Wipe it!" he said spoiled to Risma.


Mother Zizi laughed. Syakir grew furious with his second brother. "Bermesraan doesn't know where! Basic kang mode!" ketus Syakir while entering his car and leaving Arta and Mother Zizi who laughed at each other.


"Dad? Say Boss! Then quickly halalkan brother-in-law. Let me have fun with him!" ledek Arta to Syakir who made the twenty-eight-year-old man snort dislike his second brother.


"If there's Bella, you're done with getting beat up. Still lucky Brother, Dek!"he said that made Arta's mouth clenched for a moment.


Risma who accidentally heard him laughed off. Which made Syakir chuckle. "Isn't it really Deck? Still remember no? How did Bella beat you up for making out in front of her while her husband was on duty in Singapore??" reply Syakir that makes Arta can not dwell anymore.


Mother Zizi laughed at the sight of the two children and her ex. "Already Bang. The day is getting noon. You better get there fast. Before Syakira returns,"


"Iya Mak." said Syakir immediately drove his car to the house of Syakira which is quite far from where he lived.


But for Syakira's sake, he was willing. Even very willing. After marriage, they will go home to Mother Zizi.


Because only Syakir will accompany Mother Zizi. Arta and Bella already own their own home.


Arta has a house close to Annisa. Just different complex. While Bella is currently in Jakarta following Kenan who served as deputy director in the hold of Dimas at this time.


Remembering Dimas, Syakir could only pray. His relationship and Kenan's sister Kezia are still cold and stiff due to the mistakes Dimas made.


An hour more Syakir driving now he has arrived at the house Syakira. Where Rajis' father was waiting for him.


He gets out of the car already greeted by Rajis' father who smiles shady at him.


"Assalamu'alaikum Yeah? Sorry to be late from the time I set. There was a slight obstacle just now on the road," he told Rajis' father as he reached out to crucify the middle-aged man.


"Wa'alaikuma greetings, come on in. Its alright. I just finished walking around the back garden. Healthy son? Have you finished your work in Jakarta?" asked Rajis' father as he walked into his house, followed Syakir, who led the middle-aged man.


"Thank God be healthy, yeah. My work in Jakarta is done. At most next month just returned." replied Syakir while throwing his tired body because driving a long time.


Rajis' father smiled. "Have a drink first. Before you came, I told Syakira to prepare cold drinks and also this food. We have lunch first, right? After we pray, we will talk about this. I really want to tell you everything. Syakira forbade it. You can't just shut up, son. Seeing dad's daughter in terror with a message streak. Starting from an indecent word to Syakira. Not to mention the threats. And also Syakira to the stress of thinking about this."


"After you drove him here, Syakira went on a rampage and scattered all the contents of his room. Just like the events of the past few years. The man deliberately reappeared to make Syakira depressed again. And also.. He wanted to do the curse again to Syakira who made Syakira not stop to rampage because she was depressed because of the terror of the streak."


The deg!


The deg!


"Terror Yah?"


"Yes, terror! The man again terrorized Syakira through messages he sent with unknown numbers.


"Astaghfirullahal.." Lirih Syakir with chest that returned tight after yesterday he felt it.


Apparently, this was why Syakira was acting strangely towards him.


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