Virgin Charm
Chapters. 88. Whose Voice Is It?

Azahra decided to get into her car while waiting for Mang Udin's return. He sat down and checked his phone. It turns out that there were many replies from Bu Hamidah. He opened the chat and read it but, suddenly, a shadow of someone flashed through his mind.

Aza held her slightly aching head. The shadow of someone who kept calling his name.

"Azalina my wife!!" Aza's words flashed through his mind.

Aza continued to hold her head a little twitchy and sick because of trying to remember and think who the voice is.

"My wife's house!!"

The voice came again echoing within his ear cavity. Aza crazily looking for the existence of the whisper, he decided to get out of his car and walked to and fro looking for who the owner of the sound.

However, Aza had tried to search all over the parking area, but the result was still the same as not a single person who was there. While occasionally he held his slightly dizzy head.

"Not one other person here but me, where did that voice come from?" He began to be confused and astonished by what he was going through.

Aza walked back to her car but, her steps came back to a standstill as she was surprised to see Mang Udin suddenly standing in front of her as Aza turned around.

"Aaahhhh ghost!!!" Pekiknik Aza while closing both eyes.

The sound of a fairly shrill cry that was able to make the eardrum of Mang Udin disturbed. The mang Udin reflex closed his ear hole.

After feeling quite well and normal again from his surprise, Aza beat his arm with his sling bag.

"Iiihhh Mang Udin is not only a ghost of genderuwo," Aza's circus is still hitting the Udin mang.

"No Young Miss! I do not mean to surprise Miss really," said mang Udin who tried to prevent and stop the brutal actions of Aza.

Mang Udin protected his head with both hands so that a fairly hard blow did not land freely on his head. Aza immediately stopped her punch after waking up and her feelings returned to normal again.

"I'm sorry Mamang Non, I didn't mean the least to do that," whined Mang Udin who tried to apologize to Aza who had left him.

Aza without a word immediately got into her car and sat quietly so that her surprise could immediately disappear from her feelings.

Aza silenced Mang Udin and focused with a subtle whisper sometimes heard in his audience.

"O Allah. Who always calls me Azalina my wife, am I married and who is the owner of the voice?" Aza sat down and thought of the words of the person in her mind.

Aza was silent and much mused and inside her mind was full of question marks. He just stared out the window of his car. The longer it makes him curious and very want to know who the owner of the voice is and what the meaning of his words.

"Did I just call Aunty Wanda and ask her what I'm going through?" Aza.

Aza took a bottle of mineral water in the packaging because he wanted to drink the medicine. He didn't want the pain in his head to become all the more.

"Oh Allah.Hopefully Non Aza is not angry with me, it can be fatal if Non Aza complains to the Master and the Big Lady" lirih Mang Udin while glancing at Aza who sat in silence through the rearview mirror of his car.

A short while later, they had already arrived at the residence of Great Lord Farhan his Papa. Building houses that stand firmly with architecture and style typical of eastern Europe. Peach shades dominate the paint color of the house.

Aza did not reprimand the Udin mang at all even though it happened and he did because in a state of confusion and many thoughts.

"Why is it as if that person's voice I've heard before and feel so familiar," Aza said.

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