The Black Science of Revenge Carriers
notice to readers
"wait, Gabriel's name isn't it too much?" ask Shafa.
"ah yes, who should be, because Gabriel means fire" Cakra said.
"how about Hamzah, I once dreamed of having a child who had the name of a strong man" said Shafa.
"alright, baby, but does it matter if Hamzah's name goes with my surname?"
"it doesn't matter to me, of course" replied Arkan's father.
"well then, father" replied Cakra.
Shafa smiled at her, at least now they should start raising their son.
somewhere else, someone is looking angry right now, because the offerings yesterday failed miserably.
ustadz Haris saw the figure of a woman who was helped yes, hadiths seem still frightened.
Ilya approached ustadz Haris, "if he does not want to eat, he can be sick please persuade him Ilya,"
"why should I, it's your duty, why do you always depend on me, I am who you are, your maid huh," Ilya laughed softly.
"come on Ilya, after Shafa is married you're my only girl friend, I can't ask anyone for help, so I beg you, yes" said Ustadz Haris.
"yes, yes, for the sake of my childhood friend, but ustadz can buy me some needs, not quite enough in the kitchen some of the food stock is exhausted," said Ilya gave a note shopping.
"well, thank you Ilya" said Ustadz Haris.
he saw the young man leave, "Oh my God, whether I have a marriage bond with him or not, but I can only complain to you, please take care of him, at least let me see him from a distance," said Ilya smiling.
he went in to bring food for Rahayu, because the girl experienced something so bad.
and in the hut there are no elders or elders, for all are going to the house of Cakra to see the son of the man.
shafa's return among everyone, even all the big families gathered at Cakra's current house to see Hamzah's baby.
"ooh, the handsome guy is in the same mess as his grandmother like that" said Arkan's father.
"out of whatever else, understand the first grandchild who can be embraced, later if Shafa is busy, and Cakra too, can be entrusted to mommy loh, with pleasure mami will take care of him," mami Tasya.
"oh mbak, I also want to watch in the handsome," said Umi Kalila.
"yes yes, later in the time for the umi and also mami, so that Hamzah can accompany everyone," said Shafa smiling
"what if we plan on doing it again, let's be fair?" cakra.
"lack of sex, your wife has just given birth and you already want another child, breathe first yes," upset Arkan's father heard his son's words.
"joking father, but I didn't expect that I would finally have my family, after Lily's death, I felt my life was so empty and bad, that I did what religion forbade me to do, until the arrival of Shafa, and now we believe in having a cute baby" Cakra said.
"you have taken all your wisdom, for it has become God's plan, after all" said Arkan's father.
"yes, father, and I thank Shafa for accepting this imperfect me" said Cakra, who received a small nod from his wife.
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hello all readers, the story of Cakra until here yes gengs...
and for the next story will move the title because it will focus on Linga/ustadz Haris Maulana Arkana.
the young man who must face the cruel black world, which not only drains the soul and mind.
but it also slowly claimed the lives of some people he loved dearly.
continue to support the gang, sorry if many are disappointed because Lily was made dead.
but it was indeed a plot from the beginning, and thanks for all the support during this time, and don't forget to stop by his new novel.
in wait Everyone stopped by, thank you everyone. 🙏🙏🙏🙏 sorry if anyone is not pleased.
love you all....
the song that often accompanies the author of the novel is this song...
Laugh, I'm missing
I fell in the beauty of waiting
I speak doubt of a worried heart
The certainty of love
I (me) am missing
I'm missing
The fog of night
The stored hope
Feel the longing of a worried heart
Which is the certainty of love
Listen to the heart's request
The silent persecuted
Give meaning to my life
The one that crashed, the one that slipped
Your arms, with you, without you
I'm lost always
I (me) am missing
I (me) am missing
The fog of night
The stored hope
The no man's saint
Feel the longing of a worried heart
Which is the certainty of love
Listen to the heart's request
The silent persecuted
Give meaning to my life
The one that crashed, the one that slipped
Your arms, with you, without you
I'm lost always
With you, and without you
I'm lost always
Listen to the heart's request
The silent persecuted
Give meaning to my life
The one that crashed, the one that slipped
Your arms, with you, without you
I'm lost always
With you, and without you
I'm lost always.
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maybe someone knows, because this month I was upset abis, because all on moved 😭😭😭.