The End of the Wing Miss
THE AA? Azki Abraham! (Part 2)
The Flashback
Paris, Mid May 2018
Azki Abraham, a 21-year-old young man, stared fixedly at a photo of a hijab girl in his hand. A very young girl, only a dozen years old.
For some reason, first looking, Azki was immediately bewitched by a pair of jelly eyes with bright brown irises, typical of Asians.
Eyes with clear and clear vision are like a well that presents peace to the person who looks and dives into the depths. Quiet soot, almost without ripples let alone waves.
Azki Abraham, a young man of eastern and western descent. His mother is a Malay woman, Malaysian who married a British man.
Azki was born and raised in London. He had only twice set foot in the country of his birth, even when Azki was seven years and eleven years old.
When given a photo of Naya, the handsome young man was instantly mesmerized at first glance. Although only his face was visible, because his entire body was neatly covered, but that was precisely what made the girl even more special in the eyes of an Azki Abraham.
How not? Born and raised in London, the largest metropolitan city in the United Kingdom, Azki's association circle is relatively free. He was used to gather with girls with a fashionable look and stylist typical of women metropolis in general.
Dress all-open that sometimes only close the alakadarnya under the pretext of fashion and fashion. Although the appearance of hijab women in the streets of the city is not strange anymore in the country of the originator of the Industrial Revolution.
But what became his VVIP now was a girl who looked so unpretentious. From his initial observation these few days, he can conclude temporarily that this girl is so caring for herself and her company.
It is believed Azki after more than one week this he became an impromptu stalker, not on social media like FB and IG because after his exploration the girl was very 'clean' from the non-contained world. Even though girls his age may be busy showing their existence on various social media accounts.
Then how did Azki do his professional work? The young man immediately did a walk up close. The way? It's an easy peasy! He can do it with his eyes shut! It is very easy for an Azki Abraham!
Deliberately moving, becoming a new resident in the same apartment, even one floor with Naya, makes it easier for Azki to launch the action.
Although it is quite expensive for mediocre pockets, but it does not matter when renting it is Kei Hasan, a young entrepreneur who owns several businesses spread across several ASEAN countries. A crown prince of the business empire of Tan Sri Abdul Hamid and Puan Sri Latifah.
Azki's job is simple, actually, 'keeping' a Kanaya Khairunnisa! Reported periodically all the daily activities of the girl outside her apartment. Any close friends and community of his cousin's wife.
But how to create a moment of meeting with this one VVIP? A moment of encounter that seems natural yet unforgettable?! But, how?!
Was it by walking in a hurry and pretending to hit it before entering the elevator? Then apologize and acquaintance? Ah, stale!
Or follow the girl in some of her routine activities? One of them is social service activities with the ASEAN student union community in Europe and then get acquainted naturally as fellow ASEAN children?
Especially with the support of the genes of his mother who is very dominating in the body of an Azki Abraham. The obvious Malay face and accent will certainly help him to quickly familiarize himself with Naya. But, obsolete! Not at all impressive and easily forgotten!
Azki squeezed her black curls tightly many times. This was the seventeenth day after he signed his contract with Kei, yet he was still a true stalker. A stalker who can only monitor from afar.
Azki carries the warm coffee packaging she just bought at the beverage outlet in front of her apartment. At that time, the new time showed at 06.30 p.m, but somehow after the Isya prayer he refused to go out just hang out with his friends as his habit had been.
That night, the young man preferred to stay in his apartment while watching action movies on a paid account. But suddenly he felt very eager to drink Aceh coffee. Immediately Azki went down to get his favorite drink.
But on his way back to his apartment, just a few steps in front of him, a pair of human children were walking very tight, where the man's hands were firmly attached to the woman's waist.
Ordinary scenery actually, because he was in a country that held the right of individual freedom. As long as the activity does not harm others and is done on the basis of liking, why not?!
But this time it is very strange for the eyes of an Azki because the one being plastered with a very tight sting is a hijaber who walks a little slowly rather stung. His instincts worked well. Something's not right! And it seems he recognized the tiny stature of the hijaber. Don't-don't...?
With an unexpected quick movement, his hand immediately jerked and pulled firmly the girl's hand until it was immediately released. Both of them were surprised! The girl with a pale face, looked increasingly panicked and depressed.
Compared to the upside with the man who looks very wrathful with a beavering expression, but only at a glance because the next second there is restlessness in his eyes that are clearly disguised, when Azki deliberately looked at the girl with an angry look.
"Qui est-il?!" (Who is this guy?!)
Seen the hijab girl was surprised by Azki's question. But his shocked eyes turned back to radiate fear as the man again tried to cling to him.
Again Azki shouted at the hijaber girl louder by pulling the girl close to him.
"Te - te - friend, yes my friend," he stuttered as the man did not cut his eyes off from the girl.
Azki smiled faintly. He immediately pulled out his final move.
"Friends???, are you sure he's just a friend?! How can you be a friend, sure you?!! Don't make me angry, go home!!!" Azki deliberately used a language he believed Naya could understand as code.
Then he immediately pulled Naya's arm. Just a few steps left in the bule that looks gawky, Azki stopped and turned her body.
"Elle est ma femme! N'essayez plus de la secuire ou je ne vous pargnerai pas!" (She's my wife! Don't try to seduce her again, or I won't forgive you!)
Inside the elevator leading to the floor of their apartment, the two fell silent for a moment. Azki felt cheated, almost his VVIP life became a bet. While Naya was still trying to unravel the shock, the recent incident almost killed her reasoning. He was still silent, until his helper held out one hand to shake hands as an introduction.
"I'm Azki, sorry that you jerked your hand violently, meaning that it looks natural," he said, pulling back his hand that did not get a welcome.
"And sorry too, for acknowledging you as a wife. I mean for role deepening ..he.he.he.." A little chuckling Azki scratched her head.
"Thank you very much for the help of ab.ab."
"Call 'branch' can be too." Serobot Azki seems to be able to collapse durian. It seems nature is indeed giving him a 'restu'.
"One more time, thank you! May Allah reward you with life's blessings and multiplied rewards."
Naya cupped her hands together in front of her chest while nodding her head many times as an expression of her gratitude.
Another one that Azki summed up from the initial meeting in a person, directly with the girl. Naya is so polite in her words and attitude. It seems that he is so guarding his eastern customs. Damnit damnit! Azki is like forced the universe to fall in love!
Crazy indeed! Falling in love with someone who is obviously the wife of his cousin. Women who even have to be maintained professionally as stated in the employment contract signed.
But how else? That is the love that can never choose the heart, where it should dock and drop.
Based on the complete data he got from Kei, the cousin, the beautiful girl was eighteen years and seven months old. That's about three years below.
From the mother, who is the cousin of Kei's father, Tan Sri Abdul Hamid, Azki finally knew that the beautiful girl Kei asked to 'keep' him was apparently previously the fiancee of Ken Husain, tan Sri Abdul Hamid's youngest son died in a tragic accident a few months earlier. Doesn't that mean Kei married Naya to replace Ken? Continuing the agreement their two extended families made. There is no love between them, right? Yup!
Azki makes a conclusion in the name of hope and fortune for himself. The young man concludes that Kei is willing to replace Ken just to meet the demands of his extended family. Doesn't that mean Naya did the same? Married for family, not for his own sake!
Suddenly a glimmer of hope illuminates the mist of his fantasy to be able to possess a Kanaya Khairunnisa!
But a new atmosphere shook it a little. After almost two years playing the role of a secret bodyguard, becoming a shadow for a Kei Hasan to keep Naya, Azki only realized an oddity.
Kei began to show his possessive side like a lover of his love. When Azki was late in giving his occasional report about Naya, Kei immediately gave his stern rebuke.
What's?! Lovers and love?!! Does that mean Kei started to mint... Of love?
Oh, ss-hhiittt!!
Flashback Off
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To be continued
Sorry, just got up today. I was busy for a few days filling out the workshop. It still continues until next Friday, so please do'a from all friends, all of them can tuck up in the middle of busy in the real world.
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