The End of the Wing Miss
Men From the Past (Part 1)

The Tan Sri Abdul Hamid Family Home, at 03.45 a.m Kuala Lumpur time

Naya flinched from her deep sleep. The girl immediately sat down with breath that was still stingy and chest motion that went up irregularly.

The girl clutched her left chest firmly. His heart is still beating fast there. So tight, Naya seemed to be able to hear every irregular beat.

Naya tries to remember her dream just now, the dream that finally made the girl wake up. Trying to keep remembering for a while, but still the dream is still vague in his memory.

Several times Naya let out a long breath. Why can't he remember clearly? Though the dream that makes his heart beat fast with an irregular gasping breath!

Still failing to remember clearly, the girl finally blinked her eyes for a while, trying to adjust the retina of her eyes with dim lights sleeping in the room.

Suddenly the girl turned her gaze around, trying to recognize the atmosphere of the room that still felt unfamiliar to her. In the dim room lights, Naya looked at each side of the room wall and one by one the objects that were there.

Slowly his hand touched the nightstand beside the bed, trying to find something to change the mode of the room lights are still dim.

While searching, the girl finally found a remote control. Naya just presses the origin of a button, which makes the room atmosphere bright.

Naya's view was met with a masculine room atmosphere. Bedroom with a minimalist style aka compact which is more dominated by black and white. Modern natural impressions feel real.

An interior design that reminds Naya of her room ... Kei???

Brother Kei?!

Naya is back! This time in a fully conscious state. The girl closed her eyes tightly. The dream that was only a faint silhouette, now slowly began to form a shadow of someone.

The shadow of a man tied to an old iron chair. His eyes were covered in a black cloth. Seen bruises on some parts of his face.

Bang Kei?!!

Unknowingly Naya felt the bed next to her empty. Then the girl scanned the room. Trying to listen to the movement from the bathroom, if the husband is there. But nothing is heard.

Slowly Naya got out of bed. At first glance he saw a wall clock that showed almost four in the morning!

The girl was still thinking, is it wise to disturb the mother-in-law or sister-in-law to ask the whereabouts of the husband?

Finally, her slow steps led Naya to the bathroom. After some cleaning and ablution, he began to shed in the chanting of do'a and dhikr in length. Stirring fret that feels whacky.

Some time the beautiful girl of Puan Sri Latifah's favorite daughter-in-law dissolved and washed away in a long prostration and tilawah Qur'an at the end of one third of the night. Until finally heard the chanting of the Subuh Adhan that sahut said in mosques from various corners of the wind, not least from the surau that was in the neighborhood of the residence of the big family Tan Sri Abdul Hamid.

Naya immediately walked towards the exit of the room, when in front of the door she passed the mother-in-law. It appears that Mrs Sri Latifah is also complete with her prayer, preparing to perform dawn prayers.

Mrs Sri, who saw the son-in-law just coming down alone, started to feel worried again. Moreover, Kei's number which was no longer active since four o'clock had further strengthened his premonition. Something happened to Kei. But as an old man, the middle-aged woman tried to disguise her fret.

"Darling, Kei hasn't come home yet, has he? The night before leaving, Kei told Mama to deliver to Nay, if he and Andrian were working. So it's still busy, I."

"Oh, is that it, Ma? Nay fell asleep last night when my brother left."

"Yes, nothing. Hopefully after dawn he'll be home. Yuk, we're calling it surau below." Puan Sri led the son-in-law down the stairs.

...*****...

In an old building, on the edge of KL

"So, this is Kei Hasan's ability?! The Black Eagle if Malaya, it is said! Chees... Heyh!!!"

A man who was about three years old under Kei was seen tracing his waist after spitting several times. He is Azki Abraham. For five years, Kei was assigned to look after Naya.

Meanwhile, Kei who was tied to an iron chain on the chair which was also made of iron just remained silent without reacting anything. His eyes were still covered in thick black cloth.

"When you look, you're not worthy of Naya! Fuck, je!!!"

Kei tightened his jaws with teeth chattering when he heard the name of the wife being carried around.

"Don't mention my wife's name with your dirty mouth, baj*ngan!!!"

"Ha.ha... Bastard*bag??? Wouldn't that word be more fitting for you, huh?!! You are the real baj*ngan!!! You don't deserve Naya at all!"

"Then who deserves it? Who is worthy of Naya?! You, ke??!!!" Kei smiled cynically.

"Open your blindfold, here! I want to see the face of the person who claims to be worthy of Naya!" Kei continued sarcastically.

"I also want to see how the eyes of a Black Eagle of Malaya, tuh when angry. Kind of like an eagle right, ke? Or chicken eyes, je?! Chicken!!! H.ha..ha..." Azki again laughed loudly that echoed throughout the old building that was empty.

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To be continued

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