True Love Never Ends
Part 1's
A man runs a small run at Cairo International Airport. Even his name has been called twice because he is the last passenger who has not checked in.
Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief when he checked in.
When he got into the plane where all the passengers were ready for the flight, he was still busy looking for his seat. Making some people stare dejectedly at her, the flight delays a few minutes because of her and like her it makes others really upset.
A beautiful flight attendant came and helped the man find his seat.
"The next time you're late, we'll leave you, Azhar" the flight attendant said, making the man named Azhar even crybaby.
"So bad luck, very sleepy" said Azhar.
"Well, you're an Indonesian?" ask a man sitting next to Azhar. He looked surprised because the beautiful flight attendant could speak Indonesian.
"Not, just most of her Indo friends, their language was accidentally absorbed" the woman replied.
"Jomblo hingga?" the man whispered to Azhar.
"Putune limo" replied Azhar in Javanese language that did not understand the flight attendant "Yes right?" azhar asked her flight attendant friend and she just nodded. Making the man beside Azhar heartbroken instantly.
Azhar leaned her back on the back of the chair while sighing heavily. Though his home schedule is still 4 months away, but he is forced to go home now for the sake of his best friend who is getting married.
Actually he did not do it willingly anything else happy, but his friend named Rafael was ordered to come. And if it doesn't come, his word Azhar will be damned celibate during his. If he comes, Azhar will be given the gift of an angel of heaven. Of course Azhar knew Rafa was saying such because it really wanted Azhar to attend her wedding.
As the plane began to take off, Azhar closed her eyes. Thinking about the life lived all this time.
Azhar Ubaidillah, a handsome man of high stature with brownish skin is a santri graduated from Al Hikmah boarding school. And it was a fortune that he was able to continue his studies to Al Azhar, Cairo. And at the age of 23, he has completed his study well.
Now what he thinks is his future, what will he be?
Working with his father in an electronics store? Working with her mom at the cake shop?
"Like him I also have to teach in pesantren, so that my knowledge is useful and it is appropriate that I serve in the pesantren Abi Khalil"
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Meanwhile, at one of the top universities in Jakarta. Some medical students are doing a corpse autopsy. But there was one beautiful student with her hair that was scattered looked unfocused. He felt nauseous and dizzy, until shortly afterwards he fell unconscious. Making his lecturer just shake his head and no one was surprised by the girl's fainting, as if it was a normal thing.
The lecturer tried to build his student, while other students were told to stay focused on what they were doing.
Shortly afterwards the girl regained consciousness and she looked very nauseous.
"Nasha, what are you doing?" ask his friend who followed the girl named Nasha, more precisely Nasha Luara. Medical student but his soul and mind are very far from anything related to medicine.
The girl was 19 years old, beautiful, tall, her quality was milky white. In fact, everyone often told her to move to a model class because she could not do anything in the field to the Doctorate. Seeing blood alone he would instantly faint.
"Come, Lin. I've been unable to bear the taste" Nasha replied to her friend named Elin.
"Yes, we're home, the class is over" Elin and Nasha nodded.
On the way home, Nasha still looked very limp. While Elin who drives occasionally glances at Nasha.
"Still dizzy?" ask Elin.
"Still on" jawan Nasha limp.
"Udah, Yes. Don't tax. Make being a doctor easy. You see the blood just passed out, how do you want to graduate later?"
"I also want to give up on it, Lin. But what else, every time I tell Mama that I'm a blood phobia and I pass out a lot. Mama wasn't worried, she said I wasn't used to it. He said I had to keep fighting to conquer my phobia" Nasha said sadly.
"Repot also if so, but the profession can not be forced. If your passion is not in medicine, you will not be a good doctor" said Elin.
"I told Mama that too, but she didn't want to understand. He said all things can be learned" Nasha replied as she let out a faint sigh.
Nasha Laura is an orphaned girl adopted by a wealthy married couple named Surya and Raya. Nasha didn't know if it was luck or not.
When he was adopted by their new age of 10 years, Nasha was very happy because of the end he had a family that he had always dreamed of all this time. But since having a family, Nasha has never been herself.
Everything in his life must be in accordance with the wishes of his parents. Even small things like what dress Nasha should wear if they meet her business partner. What and how Nasha talked and even ate in front of her parents' second business partner. School where and what majors, all are decided by both parents.
Nasha was happy if they did it for Nasha's sake, but they did not give Nasha the slightest space to move in Nasha's own way. Making Nasha's mind tormented and depressed.
But when he speaks and tries to convey his wishes or just his heart. Both her parents will say 'This is for your own good, Nasha. We're just your foster parents and we care about you a lot'.
Where the word seems to always remind Nasha of who she is and as if both her parents say 'Thank you' for what they do even though they are not her biological parents.
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Tbc...