Virgin Charm

Virgin Charm
Chapters. 92. Bu Fauziah's Plan


"Try to look and pay close attention to what is written in there" said Mr. Farhan.


Bu Fauziah also immediately did as directed by Pak Farhan. And he saw that there were two letters engraved on the inside of the ring surface.


"King and Azalina with the symbol of the letter R n A" said Bu Fauziah.


"Azalina's.. King," Aza parroted.


Mr. Farhan could already deduce that it was an engagement ring or a wedding.


"Azalina! isn't that the name that often rings in my mind," Aza was silent in her own mind.


Papa and Mama looked towards Aza who suddenly fell silent and was transfixed in her silence. They looked at each other and began to fear Aza's consciousness.


They both feared that the disease would recur. Mr. Farhan wanted to reprimand and shake his body but, immediately stopped by Bu Fauziah. His wife gave the code to her husband.


Bu Fauziah gave the code to Mr. Fauzan so that he approached Bu Fauziah, he whispered right next to Aza who was still frozen in place.


"Mas, should we send someone to Mas's hometown to investigate what exactly happened to Aza?" She asked who proposed to her husband.


Her lips of Bu Fauziah were still slightly stuck near Pak Farhan's ear.


"What do you think Papa?" Ask again who wants to know whether the proposal is accepted or not.


Ms. Fauziah was hopeful and anxious about whether her husband would fulfill her request. Mr. Farhan looked first at his wife before answering a question from his wife.


"Your idea is brilliant baby, but we don't have to bother assigning or telling others, what if we both go straight there and we go for a walk to enjoy together we count the second honeymoon," said Pak Farhan with his radiant face had imagined it.


Bu Fauziah smiled as her husband agreed to her plan though, they themselves will jump directly into the field to investigate what is the cause of memory loss and trauma Aza. And also want to know who the figure of the King in the life of his only daughter.


"We are all on a pilgrimage at the tomb of his mother Aza Mas, surely Mas really wants to go there right," said Bu Fauziah who did not feel jealous or well with what he said.


"Alhamdulillah, that's a very good idea dear, Mas very happy to hear it with the suggestions you give," said Pak Farhan with a hug from beside his body Bu Fauziah.


"So tomorrow morning we must immediately go there, so that Aza can heal faster Mas," explained Bu Fauziah.


"Yes, we just need to tell the kids that we're going on a business trip this time I'm sure they'll accept and understand our decision" Ms Fauziah said.


The two of them seemed to have forgotten the existence of Aza in his private room. Even Mr. Farhan advanced his face towards Bu Fauziah who was both ready to channel his happiness, their lips were stuck together until the scent of their breath had blown into each other's face, their sharp nose had collided with each other, but it failed because Aza immediately shouted hysterically.


"Ohhh Papa!! Mama!! What are you guys gonna do?" Pekiknik Aza while covering his face to the front of his eyes.


Mr. Farhan and Bu Fauziah both gasped in shock when they heard his screams and Aza's cry. They both looked at each other and smiled shyly because they had to forget and release the situation and conditions that allowed them to do more then and forget the virgin charm that was around them.


So also with life regrets, we can fix mistakes that make us regret. We can also make that regret a life lesson so that in the future we are more careful and do not repeat the same mistakes.


Regret cannot change the past, nor can worry change the future.


Pleasure begins with being with the closest people, especially the family.


Fun starts from being together with the closest people, especially family.


Please also stop by my other novel title:


...1.1. The Dilemma Between Two Choices...


...2.2. Pelakor Choices...


...3. Love the Assyched CEO...


...4.4. When My Faith is Questioned...


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