The Prince
82. Gusti, Thank God.

“Thank you Sir” 

“You are welcome”

On the 70th floor of the building of an international company in a developed country located on the beach, Aslan shook the hand of a number one businessman in the world. Aslan's friend takes Aslan to see him, so Aslan can get an investment for his new venture. 

And after Aslan presented his plan of opening his business. Describing the details of the geographical location in the country of Aslan and its inhabitants, the businessman agreed. He is ready to help Aslan to realize Aslan's dream, of course with some business deals. 

After getting the approval Aslan breathed a sigh of relief. Then they headed to a famous bar in the city.

Especially in the country is famous for its expensive wine. Although Aslan had been away from alcohol since meeting Ipang, but to give thanks to his non-Muslim friend, Aslan bought expensive wine to his best friend. 

Coincidentally Aslan's best friend despite living outside Aslan's country, but Aslan's best friend's parents were crossbred, so he could communicate with Aslan's language. 

“Are you sure of your choice?” ask Aslan's friend. 

“Why not?” answer Aslan. 

“All your money you spend on this, if your efforts do not succeed your life end” said friend Aslan. 

“Most importantly my son already has a place to live and education fund” replied Aslan. 

“Don't you say he's not your son?” ask Aslan's friend. 

Aslan then smiled at him looking at the phone that had been this one week he cuekin. Then she shifted and she looked at her phone to her best friend. 

“He's my son” Aslan said. 

Then Aslan's best friend named Marchel took Aslan's phone, he looked carefully at the photo on Aslan's phone. Marchel raised her eyebrows and then looked at the strange Aslan. 

“Is it because of this woman that you refuse to sleep with the women I provide?” asked Marcel felt seeing a strange and ordinary hijab-wearing woman there was no pulling her. 

“Woy... realize I used to be a loyal type Bro?” aslan took his phone. 

“Is it because they too you rejected my wine? And let me drink alone like this?” ask Aslan's friend to show him the wine bottle. 

Aslan just smiled. 

“Before Ha Joon comes, you don't drink alone” 

“Ahh you are this, so you left your parents company and became the poor and miserable man you are now because of this woman?” ask Marcel again. 

Aslan played the tongue with her masculine look. His eyes were still glued to the picture on his phone screen, he rubbed it slowly, like whatever people say about Kia, to him Kia the most perfect creature of God. Then Aslan smiled and sighed. 

"I will be successful, and my life will be perfect when I can be with them” Aslan said again. 

"Well, I'm this girl, what's her name?"

"Kiara's name"

"Oh so that's why you named your company Kiara?" ask Marcel again.

"Yes!"

Aslan wanted to establish a company under the name Kiara.

“Since when did you marry her? Why didn't you tell me?” ask Marcel again. 

“I haven't married her?” 

“What?” ask Marcel in surprise.

As Marcel knew, Muslim women and hijab did not know promiscuity like them. Why Aslan had a daughter with a hijab without marriage. 

“Quickly I will marry her” replied Aslan steady. 

“Wait, wait, you have a child but not married?” tanya Marcel confirmed the predator. 

“I am separated from my son and his mother. I didn't even know I had a child with him. I just met him some time before I go” replied Aslan. 

“Ck, ck, yes yes” Marcel just nodded. Then Marcel patted Aslan on the shoulder. 

“May you be happy Bro, how much money lo have left?” ask Aslan's friend. 

“Why did you ask for my money?” ask Aslan offended. 

Then the theme of Aslan explains some things to Aslan. After Aslan nodded and understood Aslan nodded. It turns out that Aslan's friend is asking Aslan how to make his money can be useful well.

Not long their friends fellow Asians but different countries came. Finally Marcel had a toast friend enjoying his drink. 

Then they chatted for a while about some of their things and business. 

“What does that mean the day after I can unplug from here?” ask Aslan later.

“Yes, you can have fun here!” answer Aslan's other friend. 

“Sory I have to go home to my country” replied Aslan. 

“Yaya, it must be because of the veiled woman right?” ask Marcel. 

“Hooh, female hooded? Isn't Aslan's wife a sexy woman? And don't you love her?” sahut Haa Joon's. 

“Not her the woman I mean” replied Marcel. 

Aslan stood up from his seat and patted his two best friends. 

“I have to return to the inn, tomorrow morning or the day after meeting with Mr. Joseph I'll fly to my country!” aslan. 

“Ah you are!” haa Joon replied that he was sad that his best friend wanted to go home. 

“Lo want to go to the inn? Why?” ask Marcel.

“It's been a week I didn't hear his voice” replied Aslan gave the code to his best friend. 

Then his best friend nodded and let Aslan go. Aslan's best friend fellow Young Master whose life tends to be free. It is arranged and not thinking about love.

Even Aslan's 30-year-old friend was too young to get married. They enjoy their lives for fun and for making money. 

Seeing Aslan so seriously love women and even have children they were a little surprised. But they still care and care, they still help Aslan. 

****

Without a driver and bodyguard, Aslan drives a car facilitated by his best friend, splitting the hustle of the country road whose city faces the beach. Very beautiful and advanced.

In the narrow land and facing the open sea high-rise buildings lined neat and clean. Not like in his country.

Actually Aslan enjoyed the business trip and studied in the country. Only, there are two people far away there who make him always want to go home. If only Aslan could, Aslan would bring the two people to settle down and live there. 

After traveling for a while Aslan got to the hotel where he was staying. Luxury hotel overlooking the blue sea. 

This past month reports from Rendra have all been going well. Aslan's father has returned home, began to be good at communicating, but still have to routine physiotherapy.

While the reports about Kia and Ipang, from Rendra always reported good things. Kia turns cool and independent, leaves and goes to work driving her car. Ipang also looks happy and become a champion. 

One thing that makes Aslan uncomfortable, the schedule and stages of divorce is the way in place. His trial was always adjourned with various alsan. And Aslan also did not know the problems that occurred between Alena and Ipang. 

“Did you miss me? Are you looking for me?” inner Aslan smiled mischievously, sitting on the sofa while looking at the beautiful sea and sky. 

Then Aslan pressed the call button to the number he named. “wanitaku”.

****

In Aslan's home country some time before. 

Wearing the facilities of the yellow brio car that Aslan gave on behalf of Ipang. Kia darted through the streets of the capital. On his chest was a huge piling of despair. When the child is hurt, no matter how tender the mother's heart, she will turn into a lioness who is ready to finish off her prey. 

Because it is the origin of Kia from the capital city. Although the streets of buildings and pephonan much changed. Kia still memorizes Aslan's house. 

“The girl asked where is Aslan? Then Aslan wasn't in that house? Why do I wish I had met him there?” kia's inner moment stopped at the red light.

Tapping on the car's steering wheel waiting for the green light, Kia imagined Aslan. 

“Actually where is he? Basic renunciation. Weird guy!” kia's mind was irritated again. 

The light turned green, Kia stepped on the pedal of her car, and turned the steering wheel preparing to accelerate to continue her journey. After a while he arrived in front of the fence of the luxurious mansion he had once been to. 

With his jaw tightened he went down, opened the fence of the house itself, because the fence was open, but did not see life there, the security guard post was empty, the door was closed. For a moment Kia was desperate. 

“Huft why did I crash here huh? He must not be at home” Inner Kia after looking at the house of his son's father's wife. 

“But who knows he's inside, I have to give a warning to him” Inner Kia again. Kia then went inside. 

But the house was very quiet, and the car park was empty. Even when Kia rang the bell there was no answerany. 

“Hah it seems like there is no person” Inner Kia. 

Then Kia turned around and intended to leave. As Kia walked to her car about to leave, in front of Kia was seen a middle-aged woman carrying an empty trash bin. His face and the look in his eyes instantly sparkled as the two of them looked at each other. 

“Gusti, Alhmdulillah, finally you grant my prayer, Mrs Kia?” call the old woman happy. 

Kia nodded, why was this woman happy to see him. Even the woman threw the trash can in her hand and immediately walked quickly to hug Kia without excuse. Kia was confused by herself. 

"Please my lady, help me. There are many things I have to say” said the old woman.