The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
Everything has its destiny

With a heavy heart Briant stepped out of the Dormitory in the Immigration Office. Today he is required to return to his home country.

'It's all my fault, if only not interested by Marisa, she just used me, she was just after my money', thought Briant.

'When Aunt Arimbi is well, has put trust, has given wealth, ssittt.., just because Marisa, lost everything', back inner Briant talk.

"I never thought I'd be a bum in a land of people" grumbled Briant.

He is awaiting re-registration for his return. All files are being re-checked. Fortunately the officer was being nice to her, there was not the slightest rude action against her.

"Please, everything is in order, you stay at the airport to wait for departure according to the schedule listed here", tell the Officer to Briant.

"Okay.., Thank's ", Briant received the file given by the Officer. He was returned to the airport.

There was a haru feeling in his heart, when he set foot in the airport, he sat on the bench looking at the file he was holding .

Her memory goes back to Ms. Arimbi. "Did I just call him?, just say goodbye, but the intention was he undo, Briant still remember when Mr. Robani kicked him out with Marisa.

Finally, Briant only sent a short message.

[Tante, I'm home, I'm sorry, I know it's all my fault, Aunt's kindness I won't forget, I promise, I want to succeed like Auntie, too, I'll be able to replace all the Auntie money I've been using],

The sound of the microphone resuscitated Briant, he rose from his seat to the departure lane, all the files were checked, and Briant had entered the cabin of the plane.

From there he looked at the rows of buildings, this was his last chance to see the beauty of the country that had captivated his heart, Briant promised in his heart someday he would return with news of his success.

Another case with Marisa he also had to withstand the embarrassment of having to redeem his ID card at the salon. Not a few salon visitors who sneer at him.

"Eat him if you don't have money, don't be pretentious and care here" chirped a visitor.

Marisa just glanced at him, she did not want to serve the woman's babble, she did not want to extend her affairs there. Marisa quickly passed by and left the salon.

Marisa also had to get used to riding in public transportation, she could not continue to act rich, now everything was different, unlike time with Robi, all her needs were met.

Indeed regret always comes at the end, because if at the beginning of it he said registration. Marisa now regrets, she's wrong, let go

Robi, because persuaded by Dery's appeal, and Dery was not as good as he expected.

Dery just made himself a tool to get rid of Robi. And after getting everything, Dery began to glance at other women.

Until finally Marisa chasing Briant, Bule kece, who turns out also kere, she only uses the facilities provided by Bu Arimbi, Robi's mother.

When this was the case, Marisa could not do anything, coming back, she could only regret everything.

"Left", Marisa stopped in front of the gate of her house. He entered his house and went straight to his bedroom.

His days will be heavy, there is no longer anyone he can rely on to prop up his lifestyle. Her mother's delivery money was just enough for her daily meal.

Marisa's laying her body on the bed . "I have to find a job, I have to get up, I can definitely" Marisa muttered.

"Work...., what job?, my college just messed up", grumbled Marisa. Since close to Briant, Marisa often skipped college.

"Sister?, oh yes...Brother?, is he still there?", suddenly Marisa remembered to her Brother, they had long since separated, when her parents separated first, her brother was taken by her father.

"Sister Fikri, where now?, we haven't seen each other for a long time, is Brother okay?, we've barely fifteen years of not meeting", Marisa was seen wiping the urgent clear liquid from both of her eyelids.

Remembering his brother as if scraping old wounds, wounds from the separation of his parents, which required them to live apart.

Armed with the data obtained from Mr. Robani's description and the evidence, Rusli, the lawyer appointed by Mr. Robani to handle Robi's case.

Rusli immediately visited the TKP, and he could easily go in to check the CCTV footage in front of the market.

The market security could not refuse, because clearly Rusli was a lawyer who was carrying out his duties.

"Nah..nah...stop!", Rusli saw in the tape clearly, the bully was saved by a passing motorcycle, they took the culprit away.

"Well, it looks like they are still a herd of perpetrators" Rusli said.

But at least he already holds the key evidence, which could free Robi. After all was felt enough, Rusli immediately left the CTF and headed to the Prison to talk directly with Robi.

"For sir, I'm Robi's lawyer, can I meet her?", to the point Rusli.

Mr. Rusman who had just arrived immediately greeted Rusli.

"Oh..., so you're a lawyer for Robi? Come with me, let's talk inside ", ask Mr. Rusman.

Rusli followed Mr. Rusman into his office. There they talked to each other, especially Rusli directly showed the results of CCTV footage.

Mr. Rusman could immediately recognize Robi who was seen coming out of his car and help two victims of the collision. But he could not identify the perpetrator, because he was still wearing a helmet and the motorcycle that carried him could not be recognized.

But with the new evidence alone, Robi can be released, because he proved not the perpetrator of the collision.

"Can Robi be released sir?", Rusli looked at Mr. Rusman who was filling the file in front of him.

"In the meantime, I made a new statement", Mr. Rusman put his signature and police stamp on the piece of paper he made, then gave it to Rusli, to be passed on to the Head of the Prison.

Outside, Rusli is seen calling Mr. Robani.

[Hello sir, I have found the latest evidence for the case of Robi, the father's son and with that evidence Robi can be released], he said,

[Okay good, I'll be there myself, Good Job sir, thank you]

[Together Sir], sir,

I heard the sound of a broken phone.

Mr. Rusli was curious, he finally met Robi. Inside the cell were two people who were facing each other, they seemed to be learning to teach, looking both dressed neatly and wearing skullcap.

"Where is Robi?", muttered Pan Rusli.

"I want to meet Robi, I'm his lawyer" explained Mr. Rusli.

"Sorry sir, fifteen minutes to go, you sit down first" said the officer let Mr. Rusli sit down.

"Okay, thank you", man",

Mr. Rusli sat down while listening to the two men teach.

"True, this is a place of worship, a lot of time that can be used here to improve the way of life that was mistaken free time first.

Now, PR is big for Mr. Rusman and his ranks to pursue and catch the real culprits.

The arrival of Abah and Umi was welcomed by the santri, they immediately greeted them, not to miss Gilang also ran to welcome Tiara. He just grabbed Tiara's hand.

"Alhamdulillah., Abah and Umi came home, were healthy, welcome back to the cottage, we have missed Abah and Umi a lot" said Ustad Fadil.

"Thank you, this is all thanks to the do'a of Abah's children", it appears that Abah is staring at all of his children.

"Already, all of you return to the Mosque, let Abah and Umi rest first", orders Ustad Dzaqi.

All santri also according, they returned to do activities to teach him with a feeling of pleasure.

"Thank you sir for delivering, also convey my thanks to Ms. Arimbi", Tiara smiled.

"Yes, both Neng, Mr. excuse me first, Assalamu'alaikum", the driver re-entered the car and left Pondok Al-Furqon.

On the road, Ustad Fikri passed by the car that had driven Tiara, he turned around and followed silently from behind.

"Who is that guy" Fikri muttered, he kept following the car. And Fikri could already guess when the car entered the gate of a luxurious Housing, he had been there before.

"Emh..., no doubt, he must be, Robi!!, it turns out that Tiara has secretly known the Robi family", furious Fikri, again he clenched his right hand, he cheated again.

"See, you won't live quietly if you take Tiara away from me". After being sure of his suspicions, Fikri turned back his motorcycle and drove back quickly to the cottage.