The Return of the Queen of the Blue Soil
The Malda

Malik and Zia sobbed as they watched Malda leave alone with no one accompanying her at the moment.

He came out of the gate of the housing complex at eleven o'clock more than thirty nights. In order to maintain the integrity of the second household Papi and Mami, Malda willing to go alone without anyone accompanying.

He did not want to see his parents continue to fight for fear of being abandoned again.

Because what Malda knows, if both of her mothers were traumatized by the name of parting with the young girl, but she knew.

Because Malda is a key witness of the downturn and success that Mami Kinara experienced.

As for Maura, she was more afraid that Lana would return it again like six years ago.

Malda came out of the housing complex with a heart that was so bitter. Along the way he continued to cry until he arrived in front of two people who were waiting for him he was getting sobbing.

"Uncle, bang Satria!" he exclaimed with a run as he watched the middle-aged man stretch out his arms to embrace himself.

Grep's!

Malda hugged the body of her father's youngest sister who deliberately hid in Medan because she wanted to protect him. Of the many younger brother Datok Amirullah, only he and his second son survived the massacre that was carried out by the brother of his grandfather Malda who thirsted for power.

"Hikk .. Let's go before they know. Hix.. Come on!" his sobbing inside the warm embrace of his father's sister.

"Of course, Son. Bring Satria's car. We're going straight to the airport!" he told his second son.

"Good Father." The answer.

He immediately started the engine and left the housing complex of Lana and Kinara.

Malda was getting sobbed when her sister sent a message if they wouldn't be able to hold on for tomorrow morning. Right now, Papi Lana was already questioning them all sorts of things.

As powerful as Malda sent a reply message even though his hand increasingly vibrated when there was a maslk call from the number Papi Lana.

Malda doesn't care. He kept sending replies and saying that his two younger brothers did not have to worry.

They better sleep. As soon as Malda's message.

Uncle Burhan who was in front there was not until the heart saw the state of his nephew. Actually he didn't want to bring Malda.

But remembering the message of Malda's late father first, then he was very forced to bring Malda according to what Malda had agreed.

That is if he will return to Malaysia when papi Ali and mami Maura re-group together.

And yes, it's time.

Malda left with memories that she will remember at any time. He looked at the big figura that contained all the families of Alisa's mami and Gilang's papi.

Malda rubbed it gently on the face of papi Lana and mami Kinara who had been so good at taking care of it.

From there the fact is revealed that Malda is not Lana's biological daughter. But a child of the descendants of the Malaysian king named the Blue lake datok Kingdom is himself.

Not accepting the reality. But mami Kinara slowly gave an understanding that was easily accepted by him.

And yes, thanks to Kinara. Malda can take it all.

And tonight is his last night in Medan. Because after this he will set foot for the first time in another country.

Namely the country of his birth and his father who has died and also his mother is a native Medan and good friends with Mami Maura.

What a continuous destiny.

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