The End of the Wing Miss
Rivaling a New Bride?

Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KLIA)

Nadia rushed down the departure terminal. A few minutes ago Andrian, Kei Hasan's assistant, her husband sent her a detailed flight schedule. He had about fifteen minutes before check in.

****! Nadia grumbled in the middle of her footsteps. It was not because Kei ordered him to immediately return to Jakarta that made him inflamed this time around. But scene after scene of his meeting with Puan Sri and Naya was like chunks of large stones that alternately squeezed his chest. Stuffy.

Still clearly imagined how the eyes of Puan Sri when looking at him. Sharp, as if to skin it. Pretending not to know him in the slightest, even though Nadia knew for sure it was impossible for the Kei family not to recognize him.

The wedding reception of Kei and Nadia five years ago was held on a massive scale in Jakarta. It is broadcast live on several television stations owned by Kei. Their lavish wedding reception was even predicted as the wedding of the year at the time, although it was not attended by Kei's extended family.

Nadia squeezed the device firmly in her grasp to channel the embers in her chest. Nadia circulated her gaze at the atmosphere of the business-class flight that Andrian had booked for her. Not bad! Arriving on the plane, he immediately headed for the passenger seat as directed by an airline stewardess.

Wedding reception! So the Kei family will be publishing their crown prince's wedding soon? Does Kei know? No. gabe. There's no way Kei doesn't know! Or maybe this is Kei's plan? This is the reason why for five years Kei did not try to bring Nadia into the circle of his extended family?

Many times Nadia lured Kei to want to introduce Nadia to her family in KL and Seremban, but Kei always seemed to avoid various pretexts and reasons, one of which is the health of the Sharifah grandmother. Kei said not wanting her presence with Nadia would worsen the health condition of her grandmother, given how unfortunately the Sharifah's grandmother had towards Naya. The reason later known to Nadia is just a lie because the nek Syarifah is not experiencing any serious illness.

Actually the pressure from Mrs Sri is what causes Kei not to dare to show himself with Nadia to the middle of his extended family. What kind of pressure given by Puan Sri so that a Kei Hasan who looks so powerful in the business world like does not have the power to get out of the pressure. This is what until now still continues to be examined Nadia.

Well Mrs Sri, let's start this drama. Looks like a good daughter-in-law role doesn't suit me, it's more fitting for Naya. I'll choose my own role.

Nadia smiled wryly ending her mind change. Then the beautiful woman closed her eyes, hoping to let go of her soul fatigue for a while, at least for the next hour when she arrived back in Jakarta.

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Seremban, Home of the Tan Sri Abdul Hamid Family

Naya stepped away from the large family crowd of Tan Sri Abdul Hamid, the in-laws. Despite being Tan Sri's son-in-law, Naya still feels a little foreign to Tan Sri's extended family environment. In the past, Mrs Sri Latifah did often invite little Naya to follow the Kei brothers to visit their father's extended family, so that little Naya recognized the big family of Tan Sri. But after growing up, he began to be able to catch the sparkler of the dislike of some of Kei's female cousins towards him, especially Alexa.

The view does not like that which to this day still emanates from the eyeballs of Alexa while staring at Naya. Last day until tonight, the same glow he received made Naya uncomfortable, but his respect and appreciation for his two parents-in-law that strengthened Naya to stay in the reception building until this main house.

Naya chose to sit alone on a swing in a corner of the park near the pool. His legs dangled from touching the ground with dry grass, probably because they were often stepped on while pedaling a swing.

His eyes closed slowly enjoying the gentle breeze of the night wind gently swept across the face behind the tosca blue niqab he was wearing.

"Aaarrgghhh, already! Nay doesn't want to anymore. Nay was afraid of falling. Suudaaahhh, stop!"

"Aaww, sick. Falling, right? Bad Bang Kei! Nay doesn't want to swing bang Kei, Nay same bang Ken, je. Bang Ken's swinging slow je, not tight."

Naya touched the corner of her eye that was heating up with a warm liquid that was slowly shedding. Memories of fifteen years ago when they were playing the swing back present greet him. Little Naya who cried and complained in pain because she fell from the swing that Kei pushed hard, until Ken who always became a hero, the knight who always took care of and defended little Naya.

Naya touched her chest which suddenly throbbed pain. Ken's face flashed clearly. A shady face full of a smile that is always soothing.

"Bang Ken, Nay misses" she whispered softly.

"Astaghfiullah! Please forgive me, Rabb. Please forgive because this heart has been presumptuous to miss someone who is no longer halal to be missed. Bang Kei, I'm sorry Nay".

"Abang pardon. But do not repeat", the sound of baritone but gently stroking in Naya's ear accompanied by the smell of mint that fills the girl's olfactory room. A very familiar fragrance. Brother Kei?

Naya gasped, her head turned to the right side of the swing. Just a few inches away. Kei looked at Naya fixedly. In the dim lighting of the garden lights, the dashing man was able to catch the beautiful glower of Naya's jelly eyes. One of the beauties belongs to the wife who is always able to captivate her heart. Back Kei immersed himself in the beauty in front of him. His hands stretched out slowly, his thumbs touching the pair of brownish-colored neutrals alternately. Kei's fingertips could feel the still-warm buliran.

"Don't make Abang jealous with Nay still crying over Ken" she said.

"I'm sorry, but Nay doesn't.." Naya's rebuttal was severed by Kei's lip-splitting on her niqab-covered lips.

From behind the thin niqab that protected Naya's pretty face, Kei still continued to stick his slowly moving lips together, giving *****small. Naya was silent, she was too surprised by Kei's sudden actions.

Realized by the response that did not come from Naya, Kei stopped the practice. A little bit of his face away from his wife.

"Sorry", whispered Kei quietly but Naya could catch the disappointment in that tone of voice.

"Nay also apologized. Nngg ... many people", whispered no less slowly while turning their eyes to the people who are still crowded, relatives of the big family Tan Sri Abdul Hamid who then passed in and out of the main house.

"That's not a lot of people, is it?" Kei grinned jail.

Naya blazed her eyes. His hands reflexively moved towards Kei's stomach, intending to give him a small pinch, but he always lost fast. Kei first caught the tiny hand and brought it to his lips. Kei kissed her softly.

Naya nodded back. Kei always turns off his steps. He fell silent as he tried to pull his hand from Kei's grasp.

Kei smiled slightly. Although covered by the niqab, Kei knows for sure what the hue of Naya is. Pink, definitely!

"Wow! Looks like Zahra and her husband have a rival tonight. There are lovebirds who are also like newlyweds!"

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To be continued

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