True Love Never Ends
The Part 14
When the plane will soon make its flight, the passengers are transported by bus from the airport building to the plane field.
Azhar sent a message to her mother that she would soon fly to Jakarta.
"I'm sure I miss it..." Azhar immediately looked up to hear a voice that was very familiar to her. He circulated his gaze to look for the figure of the owner of the voice, but nothing. There was no Nasha there, so why did Azhar hear Nasha?
"Maybe I just misheard" murmured Azhar. He also took a digital bag of tea from his bag, his mother always told him to be a lot berdizkir on the way. So that angels accompany and if berdizkir on the way then it will not feel that he traveled far, at once so that his mind does not drift anywhere.
Meanwhile, Nasha is on a bus that will transport her to the plane.
He continued to rant that he would miss the village terribly.
"Okey okay, later if we have another vacation there" said Elin. Nasha smiled the sheet while nodding.
Then he moved a little uncomfortable because his seat was tight, while beside him there was a middle-aged husband and wife holding hands.
Nasha smiled faintly at how the husband was guarding his wife by continuing to clasp his hand. They also seem uncomfortable because of the narrow seating. When Nasha was about to stand up for the comfort of this couple, her seat arrived to be relieved.
"Sit down, son. The young man chose to stand so that our seats are not narrow" said the middle-aged man.
"Oh yeah.." muttered Nasha.
"Yes, he put his bag here so that no one would sit here anymore" replied the woman. Nasha was happy to hear that, what a noble young man, she thought.
While Azhar, he felt sorry to see a husband and wife who were sitting uncomfortable because the seat was narrow. He also saw the husband holding his wife's hand as if they were afraid of separation. Makes Azhar feel jealous of the romance at the age of those who are no longer young.
Feeling sorry, Azhar also chose to stand and put her bag there so that no one occupied.
...... ...
On the plane, Nasha checks her phone before the plane takes off and she has to turn her phone off.
Nasha was shocked to see two missed calls from Azhar.
"For Elin, ah.." - Nasha. Elin who was busy installing her seat belt immediately looked at Nasha's astonishment.
"Why me?" ask Elin astonished.
"He called earlier, because we are in the fog to come home to arrive. I had no chance to check hp right, see neh" Nasha grumbled showing Elin a missed call from Azhar, and Nasha tried to contact Azhar again.
"Sha, turn off the phone. I'm going to fly us.." said Elin.
"Wait a minute." replied Nasha, her call came in but there was no answer.
"Call later when we land" Elin said. While pouting, Nasha turned off her phone.
"My little phone is missing, probably falling. While this one has a problem with the battery. So Ummi don't worry if my phone is active"
Nasha immediately circulated her gaze when she heard the very sound she memorized, the melodious sound that tickled her auditory senses. He looked for the figure of the owner of the voice, even he stood up and circulated his gaze to all the chairs.
Nasha sat down again, muttering "Why did I hear Azhar's voice? Is it because I keep thinking about him?"
Without Nasha noticing, in the second seat in front of her. Azhar's figure was sitting quietly while I turned off her phone after sending a voice message to her mother to tell her that her old-school phone was missing, Azhar believes her phone fell on the bus because she put it in her bag. While the phone he was holding had problems with his battery.
Azhar let out a heavy sigh, she leaned her back while closing her eyes.
And he re-opened his eyes when suddenly imagined Nasha's face in his mind.
"Astagfirullah, Astagfirullah.." murmured Azhar and he immediately focused on just dizkir. He also thought maybe imagined Nasha's face because he thought of the girl who had not returned his favorite turban.
In the second seat behind her, Nasha yawned. He leaned his back against the back of the chair, pulled Azhar's turban and covered his face.
...... ...
At the airport, Azhar tried to revive her phone and sure enough her battery was immediately lowbat. Azhar also intends to go directly to the hospital, because she is impatient to see the condition of her father.
There are many taxi drivers looking for passengers at the airport.
"Ke City hospital" Azhar exclaimed at the taxi driver who was about to drive her.
"There's more stuff to wait for, sir?" ask the driver.
"There is" replied Azhar because he only carries a backpack containing a few pieces of his clothes.
As Azhar and the driver were walking towards his taxi, a man talking on the phone rammed into Azhar until the man's cell phone crashed.
"Sorry sorry.." cried Azhar while picking up the man's phone, and she frowned as she accidentally read the name of the contact on the screen "My lovely Nasha?"
"I'm an sorry interest, I'm a bump. Sorry and thank you" the man said with a friendly smile and took his phone from Azhar.
"Yes, excuse me." said Azhar and she left immediately.
"Sister, Harry has arrived. Brother where?" Azhar turned her head when she heard the man's voice that seemed to be still talking on the phone
"So talk to her brother, the romantic name of her contact" murmured Azhar.
Meanwhile, Nasha waved her hand at Harry. Harry quickly disconnected his phone and ran to his older brother.
Harry was silent, watching Nasha from head to toe.
"Shock right?" asked Elin while chuckling.
"It's..." Harry did not know what to comment to see the appearance of his brother who was like Ustadzah only with his long and wide shar'i clothes.
"Aren't you fit with this?" nasha asked in confidence.
"Beautiful" cried Harry "Truly beautiful, fit, graceful. Harry to pangling" said Harry really.
"Correct?" asked Nasha with sparkling eyes.
"Yes, Brother. Trust Harry, this is the best performance Brother" said Harry who made Nasha messem.
He decided to close his aurat as Azhar suggested. Although it initially felt difficult for Nasha, he felt this outfit complicated, but it could not be denied that his heart felt calm, and he felt comfortable in this syar'i dress.
"But why did my sister's appearance change? Is this permanent or???"
"It wants to be permanent, Har" Nasha said with a big smile.
"Harry support, later we buy a lot of clothes like this" cried Harry "But why is it so?" ask her later.
"Because of us ..."
"Sister tell me later." said Nasha who did not let Elin speak.
"Yes, go home yuk. Capek neh.." said Elin grumbling. While Elin's appearance is still the same, with tight jeans, t-shirts and jackets.
Harry brought Nasha's suitcase and brought the two girls home from there.
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Tbc...