The Accidental Met The Prince
Beautiful eyes

Out of arrival. His eyes suddenly dizzy to see many pickers who raised the writing board with Arabic. Gemilang eyes were immediately fixed on the top row of tall women who raised the height of the iPad with capital letters.

'Disappearing Princess Alisya'

Gemilang immediately excitedly dragged his suitcase closer to the Woman.

"Disappeared?" ask him with Arabic language.

"Yes?"

The beautiful-looking middle-east woman laughed. "Use only Indonesian, I can even though it's not too fluent."

"Ameera," The woman reached out.

"Thank you for coming to pick me up," said Gemilang feel good like having a new brother.

"That's my job as a travel agent. My husband's car is there, let's go." Ameera pulls a suitcase Gemilang.

Scintillating follow directly Ameera. Friendly, one word that can be expressed Gemilang for the first meeting with Ameera is different from the tense incident at the airport's arrival gate.

"Welcome to the Doha" Ameera's husband said as he got into the car.

Ameera said her husband could not speak Indonesian at all. Unlike her who mastered several languages for the benefit of travel agents.

Along the way Gemilang only heard the story of Ameera's husband with perfunctory English.

"Mistaken, Indonesia is wonderful country, it has beautiful sea" said Ameera's husband named Bashir.

Just saying thank you. Because he knew Bashir meant Bali. Indonesia is not only Bali, try him to visit Jakarta for sure the compliments given will be different stories.

Ameera was also very enthusiastic to show the Glitter of tall buildings in Doha. Attributes - attributes of the world cup that began to be installed along the way. Scintillating also gawked from behind the car window. He was amazed to set foot in one of the richest cities.

Ameera also informed Gemilang of the rules that apply to the WNA while in Qatar. One of them is a fairly strict dress code in this country. Gemilang not too panicked the problem, he has been hijab for a long time, although his outfit still follows the style of hijabers.

But Gemilang has prepared everything, he has brought some abayas that he bought in the land of Abang for clothing while in Qatar.

"Let's go to your room." Ameera clutched her hands after the car stopped at one of the hotels.

Scintillating swept his eyes looking around where he would stay. A pretty good hotel even though only 4 stars but this is equivalent to 5 stars if in Jakarta.

"Reminance, you can call me if you need anything," Ameera handed me an id card which also became an access card while in Qatar.

"Syukron Ameera" said Gemilang.

"Good rest because tomorrow you have to explore the delicious culinary in Doha," said Ameera. The woman waved her hand slowly walking away from the hotel hallway.

Scintillating immediately opened the door, wanting to immediately take off the clothes of Menganti with a thin nightgown. Ameera said now in Qatar entering the summer. It is worth Gemilang feel very thirsty even though the activity is only in the car.

He broke his body, told his sister and mother he was now in Qatar. After that, he began to read the food and places he would visit tomorrow according to the recommended KFOI.

He has to rest now, prepare for tomorrow to start exploring Doha in the summer.

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Fahd straightened up when he saw Mr. Khalid walking towards the special arrival door. He eagerly welcomed his master's return to Qatar after nine months.

"Welcome to Doha, sir," the old man slightly bowed in salute.

His master looks better than he did nine months ago when he was in this city.

"That's over there, sir." Fahad swiftly steered Khalid towards the parked car a little far away as his Master wished.

"I'm sorry for the unpleasant incident at the gate, sir," Fahad again - again lowered his head. He felt a lack of information about letting women sneak in Mr. Khalid's footsteps.

Khalid just patted Fahad's shoulder didn't mind. He got into a white Rolls-Royce Royce parked in front of him.

Khalid opened the hoodie cover and his glasses when he was in the car. Fahd sat next to his Master.

Fahd could see there was a different face hue to his Master when in the car. Khalid looked more often daydreaming at the thought of something.

Fahad, the person closest to Khalid, understood his master. Perhaps he still remembered the fiancee of Jazeera when he returned to this city. Of course he didn't have the courage to ask Khalid's disquiet.

Unlike Fahad's guess, Khalid closed his eyes again. It was very pleasant to remember the beautiful two-eyed woman he met at the Gate.

She was an Asian woman who was able to make her heart beat with just her beautiful eyes.

Who her?

"Cohad! I want a data woman carrying a cat catcher that's blocking my steps."

"Well sir, does anyone want to make a lesson with that woman," Fahad begins to panic, is his Master still angry with the incident.

"Just do what I command!

"Okay, sir,"

Rolls Royce has stopped in the courtyard of the Al Khair family mansion. The large door was opened wide by two servants. The bayah man who became the leader of the Al Khair family named Kareem, welcomed his own son.

"My son" welcome Kareem to his son.

With a crowd of beaked women also followed after leaving a party at his home. Yes, Khalid had expected the family to hold a welcoming party for him.

"Mother misses you so much, son," hugs a woman named Fatimah.

"I also miss my mother a lot" Khalid replied, hugging the stocky woman.

Fatimah wiped away her tears.

"Khalids. Come son, join our relatives, there are many relatives who want to meet you" said Zaenab, the father's second wife.

"Come here my brother choose the woman you will make a wife for" said Hakeem's half-brother Khalid who immediately received a sharp spotlight from the man.

"Don't listen to your brother's bullshit, son" said Kareem, trying to melt the mood. He knew Khalid was stubborn and easily provoked by emotion.

"There's nothing wrong with what Hakeem said, we're all convinced nine months is enough time for Khalid to set his heart again" Fatimah said.

Khalid threw a short smile because the one who spoke was the Mother. For Khalid for now, he does not want to be in a relationship with any woman, except.....

He smiled reflexively remembering the woman with those beautiful eyes.

Fatimah noticed her different son this time. What made the man who nine months ago leave his house feeling devastated, now come home with a smile that occasionally adorns his lips.

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To Be continued.......