Virgin Charm
Chapters. 31. Remembering That Event
Azalina who had just performed the Magrib prayer again sat at the end of her head in a state still wearing her mukena and grabbed her hp. He opened his photo gallery. He looked through their photo collection together while at the beach, when they ate together until they had taken pictures and hugged when they saw the beautiful sunset one afternoon.
"Abang, Aza really misses you, maybe Aza has been wrong and lacking during her time as your wife, Forgive Aza yah Abang," he kissed one by one his photos of the King in the gallery of his photos.
Her tears slowly dripped down her cheeks. Aza really misses the figure of the man who has tied the pledge with her. The man who several months this became his friend as well as a friend where he shared.
"May the King always be in the protection of Allah SWT, and his work is carried out, his heart is always guarded only for me," he said who was completely unaware of what had just slid from his lips.
Azalina just spoke following her heart. Without much thought, he thought the man who still reigned in his heart was Anjas ex-boyfriend and fiancee and what he felt towards the King because it was only limited to the feelings of husband and wife.
The Sultan was not bored and tired of looking at his wife's photo. Occasionally a streak of happiness appears on his face when he recalls some important moments in his life during his marriage to Azalina, a village girl who works as a fisherman.
Innocence, innocence, kindness and friendliness, she said, Azalina was able to make her forget the poisonous snake woman of her former fiance.
"Abang will definitely come to pick you up, so please be patient dear, my wife, my charming country girl," muttered Sultan then immediately turned off his HP screen when he saw his secretary enter his room after it was opened by the Sultan.
"Sorry sir, how can I help you?" Ask who already stood before the number one person in the Company where he worked.
"I'll send you some photos to your number and please print them out and select some suitable pictures to keep on my desk and those that hang in my private room," he explained while sending a photo file into his number Word the new secretary.
Beeppp…
Firrman immediately unlocked the HP screen after a message sound entered the phone.
"Remember, the results have to be good and I wait for tomorrow morning to be on the table and at my house" he said, grabbing his suit which was hanging next to his great chair.
"I want to see your ability as said by Anggara," he said while patting the shoulder of the Word.
The word that was treated like that by his superior only smiled faintly and stood in its place.
"I will prove to you that I am worthy to be the assistant and secretary of Mr. Tuan and will never make you disappointed and regretful with his decision Doctor Anggara" he replied before the Sultan grabbed the door handle.
The sultan turned his head towards Firman who looked back at him, "I like what you said, I hope the reality is like that and I hope you prove all your words as soon as possible, do not just speak," The Sultan stepped out after replying to the words of his personal assistant.
"You will praise the abilities and skills that I have," he said with his trademark cold smirk.
Sultan immediately called Anggara's phone number to ask about the last information he got about his sister Sherly and her mother.
"Female, where was the last place you saw your mother?" Ask while getting into his car.
"Like the last info I got, he said they were around the outskirts of Jakarta on XX street," replied Anggara who had walked towards the address he got from his men.
"Okay, I'll go there, we'll just meet there," he said with a happy smile because he had managed to find the bright spot of the existence of Mother and her sister.
"Be careful" he said, then turned off his phone.
Anggara is very happy because after a few months, he will meet his backstreek lover who has been entwined for almost four years without anyone knowing it.
"Wait for me Sherly, you'll come and pick you up" he said with a smile and then increased the speed of his car.
Black cars with the latest type of output this year from the world's leading manufacturers with the logo of a prancing horse drove at a fairly high speed splitting the streets of the Indonesian capital. The Sultan was unceasingly grateful to Allah SWT because his man and the detective he hired and assigned to seek the whereabouts of Sherly and his mother had been successful.
"After I find my family, wait for Martin I will avenge all this betrayal and your deeds" he said in a resolute tone of voice and his anger began to erupt in his chest.
Anggara called some of his men to follow him from behind. He was on guard from the large number of possibilities that could occur. If it's consistent with what his men have been telling him if Sherly's been living there the last few months hiding from Martin's men. They survived the chase and the assassination plot.
The clock on the wall continued to tick following the flow of time. Azalina got up from her seat and prepared food for her dinner. For tonight he has to get used to it and get used to eating alone. Without anyone accompanying him.
Usually the minimalist dining table was decorated with laughter from the two of them. But tonight the atmosphere feels very quiet. Aza was only accompanied by a pet cat of the King by his side.
"Mimi, you may have eaten well, what did you eat tonight?" He asked while throwing into the place where Mimi ate a fried pufferfish.
Meow…. Meow..
It was as if Mimi understood what Azalina was questioning about her. Mimi looked at Azalina with her sharp and shining eyes.
Azalina immediately finished her meal and recalled the shadows when her husband's Sultan kissed her lips. And it was the first time they kissed for about six months already a couple.
A red squirt was created on her two chubby cheeks. He covered his face with both palms as the shadow of their kiss was so intimate and full of rhythm in affection.
"Abang, somehow I miss your touch here," he said as he stroked his own lips as if the warm kiss from the King was still felt and imprinted.
Until his daydream back up after knocking on the door in front of his house sounded quite loud. The repeated beats that were very impatient forced Azalina to end her imagination and imagination with the King.
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