The End of the Wing Miss
Miss It Still Blue

“Extremelly sorry, it's been a long time waiting yes, Bundo."

A distinctive voice breaks the silence of the CEO's workspace filled with artistic paintings. Naya flinched, her heart as if it had stopped beating.

The sound was like pulling him down an endless winding labyrinth. He knew that voice. His body suddenly stiffened. His voice choked together with the shadow of the masses then suddenly danced wildly in the corner of his eyes.

Mass dance that sometimes swerving, gently sloping, but sometimes crashing, crashing like a storm.

She's she? So he's the CEO? Oh, no! Yes Rabb. please help me. Not now. Not yet able to feel to meet, although sometimes miss wrapped in wounds still say hello.

Yes Hakiim..why now? When the heart begins to forget. Naya continued to bathe while improving her sitting position.

Occasionally he tidied his niqab suddenly loose because of his shrunken body, wry.

“Oh, Mr. Kei. Alhamdulillahot.. It's okay, we understand the busyness of the Father. We're the ones who should apologize for interrupting Father's time." Bundo Nilam stood up from his seat to greet the CEO.

Naya was still glued to the soft sofa when Bundo Nilam pulled his delicate hand.

“This is Naya's mother, the chairman of our event committee. Sorry, the first meeting last week, he was unable to attend because he was not healthy," continued Bundo Nilam.

Naya nodded slowly by cupping her palms in front of her chest.

A glance at the eyes of the two met. Just for a moment, but able to throw a wave in his chest. Sontak Naya lowered her gaze.

Kei smiled warmly. For a moment his gaze looked at the young girl in front of him. Just for a moment, then he passed slowly past Naya and took a sitting position right next to where Naya was sitting before.

“Please." Kei invited Naya who was still standing.

The girl did not know where to sit. If he takes his place in the original position, it means he must sit side by side with the man.

Whereas if he takes a distant sitting position, he must walk right in front of him. That also makes it a little awkward.

“Naya, where are the files that will be signed Mr Kei?” Bundo Nilam was like a rescue angel who suddenly appeared beside Naya while taking her arms and leading her towards the sofa that was a bit far away from Kei.

Stuttering Naya like a buffalo poked his nose following the strands of Bundo Nilam.

The middle-aged woman seemed to understand correctly with the anxiety of the young girl.

Bundo Nilam handed over a large bag containing documents of activities they would carry out early next month, while leading Naya to open it.

Naya still lost her mind. It's like a soulless body. His body was there, but his heart and soul were wandering. Flying far beyond the boundaries of space and time.

The trajectory of events returned to greet him. Warm as the sun in spring, but sometimes cold pierces the soul not only the bones. It's as cold as snow in Mont Blanc, France.

...*****...

The Flashback

“I received the marriage and marriage of Kanaya Khairunnisa bint Zainudin Amri with a dowry of 203 grams of gold along with a set of prayer tools, cash because of Allah."

“Well? Right?"

"Well!"

Alhamduillah.." Simultaneously the audience who attended the Jamek Bandar Seremban Mosque.

Naya who was sitting flanked by Etek Zainab and Puan Sri Lathifah was still bowed in her crevice. He still has not perfectly digested all the events of the past few days.

Everything happened so fast. Father, Mother and bang Ken, the fiancee who left suddenly left him due to a consecutive accident on the way from Putra Jaya to Seremban seven days ago.

The next few days came a proposal from the family of Tan Sri Abdul Hamid and Puan Sri Latifah.

And today he is officially edited by Kei Hasan bin Abdul Hamid. Everything was like a dream that came to the evening.

“But tek Za can't we delay first? Daddy and Mommy are still red and wet pandamnya?”

Naya stared at the late Zainab, Mother's youngest sister whom she used to call ‘etek Za’, shortly after Tan Sri Abdul Hamid's extended family returned home from the application event a few days ago.

Etek Zainab looked back at Naya, long and deep. The forty-year-old woman let out a long sigh.

Slowly he embraced the young girl of his nephew. His hand rubbed gently on Naya's back.

“Honey, etek just want to fulfill the last will of Uda Zai and Uni Sejah, your Mother's Father. They want a deal with Tan Sri Abdul Hamid's family to be done soon after the day."

Naya is still trying to convince Etek Zainab to suspend her marriage.

“Nay dear, Tan Sri family also wants the same thing with the deceased and deceased. And remember, the grieving ones are not only us, but their families as well. Ken, it's one of Tan Sri's sons. They're grieving too, son. However, the wedding must be done soon, considering that early next month they will leave Umrah. They want everything to be finished before their departure to the holy land."

“But bang Kei? What is he..”

“Key? She why?”

Etek Zainab looked at Naya. Naya turned her eyes. He tried to hide his facial water from Etek Zainab's sight. He did not want the youngest brother of his mother to catch the unrest of his heart.

Etek, you know, the Kei bang has changed a lot since the big two-family deal was made almost two years ago. Naya.

Even on the day of Naya's departure to the Sorbonne, Kei did not want to meet her just to say goodbye.

The man seemed to be deliberately stretching the distance with Naya. He is no longer the Kei-Ken duo who used to always protect him from the ugliness of friends at the Hasnah aunt.

Kei is just like Ken, the younger brother, who once promised to keep Naya forever. All the promises of childhood are like an imprudent disappearance.

...*****...

Flashback Off

“Naya... Naya? It's all done, right? There's nothing more to talk about with Mr. Kei."

Bundo Nilam's voice jolted Naya to leave her past behind. For a moment Naya flinched. He tried to unify the memory of his current time.

Naya enough! Show that you can hold back. Didn't five years take you strong. Youcan. You can do it, Kanaya Khairunnisa.

Naya tried to convince herself.

“Mh..Ngg.. Yes.uh.no. There is no Bundo. All ready. We're staying action next month."

Naya changed her sitting position to ease her awkwardness.

“Then be well, Mr. Kei, we'll excuse you. If there are still documents that need your signature, we will contact."

“OK, I am always ready at any time, no need to hesitate to contact. Je ferai n’importe quoi pour toi, Cherie. I would do anything for you, baby". (Abang will do anything for you, baby)

Said as soon as Kei rolled his mischievous eyes at Naya. Naya was surprised, not expecting the sentence that slid from the mouth of the man in front of her. The young girl immediately lowered her face.

Bundo Nilam scrunched his forehead. His eyes looked at Naya and Kei alternately. Mhmm...apo? (What's up?) Why are they like two people who know each other?

“Mh.. I mean, I'm ready anytime, Bundo. Don't hesitate," Kei cut his eyes on Naya and looked at Bundo Nilam trying to convince the middle-aged woman.

Naya just remained silent. Slowly he cleaned up his documents without even looking at Kei.

“Good, we say goodbye first, Mr. Kei. Thank you very much."

Said as Bundo Nilam moved towards the exit of the room. Naya escorted him from behind. Not until his step at the door, he stopped when the burly hand pulled his arm a little forcefully.

“Est-ce ce que faith une bonne epouse lorsqu’elle rencontre son mari? What does a good wife do when she meets her husband?”

(What should a wife do when she meets her husband?)

The sentence was flat, but to Naya it was like lightning during the day. The young girl flinched. He loosened his head, looking at the dashing man in front of him.

“Why? Nay think with the niqab that Nay can hide from Brother? Non vous ne pouvez pas! No, you can’t!" (No! It won't be!)

"From the first second Nay looked at Abang even though at a glance, Brother already knew Nay who was behind the niqab. How could Shah Jahan forget Mumtaz Mahal? Won't Qays not know Layla, right?"

Kei again teases Naya, this time accompanied by a thin grin.

“Sorry, I do not understand what you are talking about. You are wrong, maybe," said Naya as she rushed to follow Nilam Bundo.

His knees felt weak without bones. Lunglai he dragged his steps. Rabb, why now? I could almost erode his shadow.

Naya wipes away the clear droplets that slowly wet her niqab. He tries not to be disturbed. He did not want Bundo Nilam to know everything. Let him keep the wound to himself, like five years.

To be continued

What is the relationship between Naya and Kei? Yuukkk left a trail let mak Otor spirit nih to the next episode…