The End of the Wing Miss
Seconds of Abduction (Part 1)

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Naya House, at 11:20 am towards noon Malaysia time.

Naya came out of her room after packing. Neat hijab girl with niqab covering her face it looks elegant and chic with the look of her outfit.

The way the girl combined the colors of her clothes was so charming that the eyes that looked at her.

Naya combines her dusty pink colored gown with a mauve purple colored hijab. Not to forget, to reinforce the bright impression (like the heart of Naya today, cie.cie.), the favorite daughter-in-law of Puan Sri Latifah was deliberately wearing a niqab colored soft rossy pink.

Just coming out of his bedroom, Naya passed by Mak Madah who also just came out of the kitchen.

The woman in her sixties looked busy going back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room. It seems like mak Madah is preparing a lunch menu for the beloved puan.

"Amboii is beautiful? Where is mrs going? Didn't Mr Kei say that he was sick and needed to rest?" Mak Madah looked at Naya from head to toe.

"Alhamdulillah, Nay already feel more okay, Mak. Maybe because I haven't had breakfast yet." Naya commented on the sweet smile from behind her niqab.

"Nih, Mak already made the fish gulai request Puan", he said, showing a large cup with gulai fish that looks appetizing.

Naya rounded her eyes while bending her body while fanning her hands over the jar containing the fish, trying to smell the aroma.

Fragrance of spices and spices that have combined with coconut milk immediately out and perch in the sense of smell. Really a very appetizing menu.

Mak Medah smiled at the behavior of the master. But there was one that caught the old woman's attention.

From the movements and behavior of Naya, Madah who has been around for almost seven years to accompany her in the region of people, can read the mood of the young girl.

The sparkling and the blissful lightening made clear from the clear eyes of the twenty-three year old girl.

Back mak Madah smiled slightly while looking fixedly at the beautiful girl in front of him.

Although not sure what has happened with Naya but mak Madah believes Puan Sri Latifah's son, Kei Hasan is one of the sources of happiness of the mistress.

Naya re-enforced her body and found that Mak Medah was still looking at her in silence.

"Mommy...? Why do you see Nay like that?" Naya knitted her brows.

"No. It's just fun to look at a lady like this. Cheerier, more cute". Mak Madah spoke with a face no less cheerful. A smile adorned the entire surface of his old face.

"Yeslave..." Naya turned her face to hide her careless face.

Although covered in the niqab but the girl was sure that the old woman who had been considered her own family would be able to catch her red face.

"Alhamadulillah, my mother was happy. May this joy always accompany Mrs Naya and Mr Kei. May this happiness continue," she said sincerely.

"Aamiin to Rabb. Nay only expects prayers from Mak always. Please never stop praying for Nay, yak Mak?" Naya clasped her wrinkled hands, eaten of age belonging to mak Medah. Take him to the forehead and then kiss him reverently.

Mak Midah is in Haru. This is what always makes the old woman of the belief of Mrs Sri Latifah always feel lucky to have an employer like Naya.

The low profile attitude of the employer's mistress never put mak Medah as a payday person, but rather think of him like his own family.

"Mak hopes to always see Puan covered in happiness in the rest of Mak's age which may soon be ..."

"Eits, what are you saying? It won't be very melow yellow. Nay doesn't like it when you say that!" Naya immediately closed her palm on the mouth of Madah's mother so that the old woman she loved did not continue her sentence.

"Well, ah. Nay left first. Brother Kei asked Nay to come to his apartment".

"What apartment does Kemang Bay have in Port Dickson? That far away, Mommy?" Mak Medah narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Je people, ke? Mr Kei won't pick you up?" Seen worry tucked in the tone of the sentence mak Medah.

"No. It won't be Nay pegi people, Mak. Bang Andrian said, bang Kei asked bang Putra to pick up Nay." Naya tried to unravel the anxiety of the old woman in front of her.

"I mean, Mister?" Mak Madah scrunched her forehead. Many of the names Naya mentioned just a little bit tickled her curiosity.

As a payday person in the family of Tan Sri Abdul Hamid and Puan Sri Latifah since decades ago, of course Mak Madah recognized two names that had just been mentioned Naya.

But his premonition as an old man said something else. Something is awkward, but what? Ah, I don't know.

"Master sure you want to pegi? Don't you want to call Mr Kei first?" Mak Medah still implied her anxiety.

"God willing, it's okay. Nay tried calling Abang Kei, but he didn't pick up. Maybe I'm busy. He said he wanted to meet an old friend for business. So the brother was busy" explained Naya to eliminate the worries of Madah.

"But...? Ah, you don't want to try the fish first?" Mak Midah still tried to restrain Naya by offering her to eat first.

"No. Nay wants to eat later with brother alone. It's okay, right?" Naya is afraid that her rejection will make mak Medah discouraged.

Naya with a feeling of a little guilt, also dragged her steps, following the mother of Madah who had gone first in front of her.

The two women of different generations arrived on the front porch of the house together with the entry of a Toyota Alphard SC to the yard of Naya's house.

After stopping, a well-built man came down and a pack approached them.

It was Pentoura, Kei's cousin who also worked as an assistant to Puan Sri Latifah who invited Naya.

The man with the typical fat hair smiled and bowed his body a little while he was in front of Naya.

"Assalamualaikum Ma'am, Mak. I asked Mr. Kei to pick up Mrs." The son greeted the two while telling them the purpose of his arrival.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Ja. I've already informed Bang Kei. Thank you so much that the son has been able to pick me up." Naya answered the Son's greeting as well by slightly bowing her body a sign of respect for the man who was as beautiful as his husband.

Then the favorite daughter-in-law of Puan Sri Latifah turned to look at the mak Madah who was beside him.

"Mom, Nay go first. Be careful at home, huh? Mmm... Gulai fish later Nay try with Brother Kei at dinner. Mmm... I can't wait for Nay..."

"Well, can't wait to eat your fish or can't wait to see Mr. Kei". Whispering, Mak Medah deliberately teases the master.

"Maaakk...?!" Naya rubbed her eyes intact. His hand suddenly pinched lightly the arm of Mak Medah with a face that immediately blushed. Aishn ... Does it look very much?

Eliminating his guard, Naya immediately grabbed Madah's hand and attached it to his forehead.

"Well, Nay's leaving, huh Mak?"

"Yes. Mistress carefully. Take care". Mak Medah took off the master's mistress with some kind of feeling.

The old woman remained standing on the porch until the car that the Son was driving disappeared from view.

Although the one who brought Naya was Putra, a confidant of Puan Sri Latifah, nanun somehow still tucked the worry in the heart of the old woman.

For Mak Madah, Naya is not only a respected person because of her employer, but also loved like her own child.

... *****...

Meanwhile, on top of the car that Putra drove at medium speed, Naya was more silent while paying attention to the surrounding.

Only a few basic questions Putra also answered Naya soberly. More silence is created.

To unravel the saturation that began to be present, Naya took out a small mushaf from her bag.

A small Qur'an which is one of a set of dowries that Kei handed over shortly after the marriage contract was five years ago.

Remembering that, a thin smile was present adorning the tiny lips of the beautiful jelly-eyed girl.

Unknowingly his fingers rubbed the small mushaf gently and brought it closer to the left chest. There's a thump in there.

Aish, hugging her gift is this happy? Can you hug the giver again? Eh?

Naya tapped her little forehead a few times. Trying to expel his mind that began to wander wildly. Aish, hit Bang Kei, here!

Naya knocked her little forehead back. This time unconsciously with the mushaf given by the husband.

Ah, maybe with the Qur'an tilawah can fix his head a little error.

Naya began to read line after line of Arabic sincerity before her in a soft, barely audible voice.

Every now and then the beautiful girl paused her reading. His eyes sparkled with light as his gaze had already caught the blue of the sea in the distance. They've entered the coastal town of Port Dickson.

Naya immediately closed the mushaf in her hand as the girl felt a slight tingle.

The son who was behind the wheel was forced to slam his steering wheel to the left when a black metallic Toyota Land Cruiser cut the speed of their vehicle.

Naya gasps. His body was not prepared to accept the surprise. The girl felt her head already clashing with the front passenger seat, next to the Son.

..._________*****_________ ...

To be continued.

Sorry, I can just get up now. While waiting for the next up, yuk stopped by first at my friend's work.