The End of the Wing Miss
The Kanaya Khairunnisa

Mrs Sri Latifah answered a call that went into her dress. Tan Sri Abdul Hamid's wife looked very angry.

His body trembled withstanding the turmoil within his chest now. How not? Naya who disappeared without a trace until the second there was no bright spot of his existence.

Meanwhile the son who suffered severe burns, still not aware of his coma.

Several names allegedly as the perpetrators have been bagged by Mrs Sril Latifah, including the names of people who are in the circle of his extended family.

And just now, enter again one name that is so close in the circle of the life of a Kei Hasan.

The name that had strengthened in radar scans of his suspicions. And the reports from his men in the field just now really connect the flames of wrath seoran Puan Sri Latifah.

The middle-aged woman's eyes immediately stared at Kei without blinking, sharp and stabbing.

"I'll make sure you disappear from Naya's life soon!"

Flashback Off

Naya slowly opened her eyes. The net was immediately glazed by the sunlight that entered through a small open space, like a window but did not have doors on the walls of the building he was in.

Slowly Naya moved her eyeballs, down and tried to scan the entire room.

The girl blinked her eyes many times, trying to clear her eyes.

A rectangular room, small, with an entrance to the room that was also small and a window without cover.

Naya narrowed her eyes, staring at the small window with no cover in front of her. From there the light source that had dazzled his gaze.

Now Naya is trying to sharpen her hearing.

Sayup, his shadow caught the waves down there. Downstairs?! Does that mean he's above altitude?

The girl turned her eyes. His weak body felt increasingly stiff with pain and soreness here and there.

Naya moved her body slowly, trying to unravel the rigid that seemed to freeze all her joints.

Trying to get up but a crumbling feeling in his body, causing the girl to be unable to do so. Only a small, soft hiss could come out of his mouth.

Slowly Naya began to look at her own body. His palms were slow-moving, touching his head. Thankfully, the hijab still closes it perfectly.

Moving down, her fingers touched the softness of her plain face without the niqab. Astarghfirullahal. Naya closed her eyes for a moment.

The girl tried recall**ing her memory.

The shadow of a stern face and the gentle rubbing of Kei's big hand, the husband in his head who led Naya into the morning dream gate.

The scene changed quickly with a row of impressions sentence by sentence in a short message sent Andrian, the husband's assistant. Kei asks her to go to Kamang Bay apartment, Port Dickson.

The arrival of Putra, assistant to Puan Sri Latifah and the journey of Seremban - Port Dickson alternately present filled the memory room of the girl.

At that time Naya only felt her body float along with a long white cloth wrapped intact all over her body.

Naya gasped even more when she realized something. Yep! As his body floated, his eyes caught two standing bodies waving their hands in silence. Smiling beautifully with a full highlight. Father and Mother!

Naya felt her whole body shivering now. Cold sweat began to wet the entire surface of his skin. Yes Rabb, where is this?

Dad, Mommy... Where is nay?

With all the power left, the girl again tried to get up.

This time the power of the heart became incomparable energy.

Strained by ignoring the pain and pain, Naya finally arrived at the side of a small window without doors.

The waves and waves were increasingly murmuring as if to tear down the building where it stands.

Naya clung tightly to the edge of the small window as her eyes caught the blue of the ocean stretching before her.

The glow of the clouds in the western horizon moves to greet the twilight that begins to crawl up. Naya closed her eyes.

Wanting to make sure the height of the place is grounded, Naya re-opened her eyes. His eyes move down. The waves and waves are still licking the legs of the worn-out tall building in its place.

A light house! An unused lighthouse.

The girl hugged herself. The coastal wind was so piercing in her tiny body.

Naya closed her eyes, trying to get rid of the fear that began to tease. I heard her lips saying something.

Yes Rabb! Hasbunallah wanikmal vice nikmal maula wanikman nasir.

Oh God. Sufficient as a Helper. And You are the best Protector.

Naya further tightened her own embrace as her ears caught the clattering of footsteps of several feet.

Getting closer, and ...

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To be continued

Sorry yes, because you have to fulfill obligations in the real world, you can only get up now. Enjoyably. Don't forget to leave a trace.

While waiting for Kei and Naya, follow my friend's work first.