
"That's close to Azalina's village, I must go there lest Martin know that I'm married to a girl on the island," his inner Sultan with an anxious look on his face, worry and fear mixed into one main part in his heart.
"There are many sirs for his help and cooperation, we are very hopeful with the help of your father so that Martin is soon found" Anggara explained while shaking the hand of the police commander.
"Together Mr. We are very happy for your trust in all because you have given everything to the police to overcome your problems" said Mr. Ronald Simorangkir as the police commander who handled their problems.
Angara and the Sultan and his lawyers rushed out of the police station and headed immediately for his Company to acquire the highest shares and all assets owned by the Sultan who had been rebranded in Martin's name.
"What are your next plans, Sul?" Ask Martin after wearing his helmet and then turn his gaze towards the Sultan who has turned on his car engine.
Sultan without looking at Anggara then answered questions from his friend and personal assistant.
"Tomorrow I will go to Azalina's hometown to pick her up" he replied.
"It's a good idea to avoid people who have evil intentions" Anggara said.
"I'm afraid that anyone will find out that I've married her and that it could be dangerous for Martin to tell his men to arrest and harass Azalina immediately," obviously the Sultan who had driven his car towards the highway then joined the other car drivers.
Ms. Hamidah had arrived at her home but, did not find the whereabouts of her first child. He could not wait to show a photo of a woman who looked very much like his wife from the village.
"I'm sure the Sultan would be surprised to see his picture of Azzahrah and I'm sure he would consider it a photograph of Azalina" he murmured.
Bu Hamidah immediately entered his room to perform the magrib prayer because some toa from the nearest mosque had heard the sign that the prayer had entered the prayer time.
A few moments later, Bu Hamidah again wanted to check the whereabouts of his son. Are you home or are you still in the office.
The wooden door with the best wood quality was pushed up to several times. But, not the slightest response from the owner of the room.
"Sultan was not home, probably so busy that it was eleven o'clock in the evening he had not come home either," he said while looking at the clock that was installed beautifully and well on the purple-painted wall.
Bu Hamidah returned down the stairs with a little careless step because maybe his physical condition is exhausted.
"Tomorrow in the morning at the new meal I tell him everything about a girl who is very similar to Azalina" said Bu Hamidah.
He went back into his room and laid his body that had been drowsy so heavy that his eyelids were difficult to open again.
"O Allah, please my children and keep them out of all harms, and always spread this heart, his inner self, Bu Hamidah.
Hamidah's mother took her time to pray before going to bed she only hoped before she fell asleep. He hoped that they would understand and understand what was going on between the sultan and his wife.
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