Your Uncle Is My Soul
Chapters. 106. The Sadness of Nayla Latifah

Nayla advanced her body towards the front where Jamal Abdillah was. Although painful, the rest of the activities of the two unofficial couples. Not blocking that path.

Nayla picked up the magazine that happened to be in the car. Then he immediately hit Jamal on the back as best he could.

Bugh!!

Plaque!!

Nayla beat Jamal's body with all her might. He did not care about his own situation that was not free to move, but for the sake of venting his frustration and anger and anger.

"Fuck you!! You luknut guy loh! Why do you do this to me! Why do you dare to take away from me the very thing I have taken care of and the most important thing in my life!?" Nayla Latifah Hanum's.

Jamal did not resist or avoid. He didn't want to make Nayla sad and frustrated with his defiant attitude.

"You motherfucker!! Why did you do such an inappropriate thing to me, why did you not have the heart to take everything away from me!" The strangler Nayla who stopped her punch because she was tired had even her hands ached.

"Nayla Latifah Hanum I will be responsible to you, all this happened because. I was tempted to see your beauty so I beg you forgive me I will propose you as soon as possible," Jamal persuaded by holding his hand Nayla.

Nayla hardened her crying voice even more, she no longer cared about her shattered image before Jamal.

"Hiks... hiks...why Jamal Abdillah why should I!?" Nayla's growing wail tangled hair and her appearance shattered and fell apart instantly.

Jamal was about to wipe away Nayla's tears that were flooding her pale face due to lack of sleep. But, his hand was immediately repelled and beaten by Nayla.

Nayla glared her eyes at Jamal," stop!! Don't you ever touch me with your dirty hands! You touch my body!" Nayla's growl.

"Nayla please don't be like this, listen to me carefully if I am willing and ready to marry you if necessary I will propose to you tomorrow" Jamal said.

Nayla immediately searched for her luggage last night, she immediately got out of her car Jamal the white sedan with her sharp eyes filled with hostility and hatred.

"Please don't chase anymore! Bury deeply and stop your delusion from proposing to me! I will never marry a man I don't love!" Annoyed Nayla while closing the door very firmly.

Prangs!!

Brak!!

Jamal wants to prevent Nayla from leaving without wearing her footwear that either flies where the sandals she wore last night.

"Remove and dispel your goodwill to propose to me because I am not willing and will not want to be the wife of a man like you!!"

With quite messy clothes, moist eyes, his nose reddened until his tears occasionally dripped down his cheeks. Nayla deeply regrets her decision last night.

"Nayla, please don't leave here you can't leave in such a mess! What if both your parents and brothers see you like this!" Jamal's scream that issued a voice high enough to prevent the departure of Nayla who was just in vain.

Nayla did not care and heed her screams Jamal, she continued to walk in an uncertain direction. For him the most important thing went from the cursed place and the luknut that had incised a deep enough wound in Nayla's life.

Nayla ran as fast as she could despite occasionally complaining of pain, soreness when the soles of her feet accidentally stepped on the gravels of the streets along the way.

Jamal was about to chase after Naila, but it would definitely end up in vain and pointless.

Jamal groaned with annoyance because he was annoyed with himself who was powerless to remove the wounds of the young woman who had been snatched by his crown.

For a long time he had run in that blind morning, he did not care about the probing gazes of the people who happened to pass by on that path. Many people who passed by him looked at him with full of Iba.

His steps stopped when he saw there was a park that was still deserted visited by some people because it was still very early in the morning.

Nayla walked slowly towards the park and intended to sit on one of the long white-painted iron chairs.

Like a crumpled tape playing in his head, he closed his mouth and shook his head when he realized, if last night he was the one who started to tease Jamal, even he himself asked Jamal Abdillah to make him happy overnight.

Astaughfirullahaladzim O Allah why can I do mischief and wild! I didn't expect myself to act out of control until I found it hard to control myself and leave Jamal helpless. We did it too.

The sense of regret increasingly makes his chest more squeezed his chest that has difficulty breathing. Her tears poured down like a river.

Nayla Latifah sits on a chair inside the park. Her tears were incessantly dripping down her cheeks.

Astaughfirullahaladzim, why is my life like this Allah? Is it my fault that I should be given such a great ordeal in my life!?"

Argh!!!

Nayla hit the chair hard and shouted loudly and hysterically, so great was the volume of his voice that the birds perched on the tree and the butterflies flying by and immediately flew high soaring up into the sky so afraid he heard anger from Nayla.

Jamal immediately sought the whereabouts of Nayla Latifah, but until a few minutes he finally gave up too because he did not manage to find Nayla.

It seems Nayla has returned to her home, I will immediately contact her father and mother in the village to immediately go to Jakarta to propose to Nayla.

Jamal has decided to propose to Nayla, whether or not he will do what he wants before anyone else knows what happened to them.

Nayla immediately returned to the house of her cousin Zaidan, because only the house understood and understood itself the most.

Kamil Pasha, Gunawarman Haerul, they must have left for work. If the problem of bi Ijah and mang Jono they are married couples who are not much dizzy with the lives and problems of others.

A few hours later, Kamil was ordered by his parents to pick up his father and mother who today came from Makassar, South Sulawesi. He was already on the road to Soekarno Hatta international airport.

O Allah, why do you and your mother not give up on matching me with their chosen woman.

bugh!!

brak!!

Kamil hit the steering wheel of his car so he did not accept himself charged immediately married to a prospective mate according to his parents.

Kamil further increased the speed of his car until he was not aware if he was driving the speed of his car.

I do not want to be a child of disobedience, O Allah, I want to be devoted to my parents, but I also cannot accept this marriage plan.

Kamil immediately parked his car in one of the special car parks. Kamil lowered his head so reluctantly and hesitantly to meet his future wife. Today is scheduled to come to pick up his parents along with his future wife.

I hope today the girl does not come, I am sure she will definitely not come because she is busy working.

I hope that the woman doesn't come and escape from this engagement prison, I can't bear to see her. But somehow I feel this woman is very different from my future partner who is like before.

I feel this woman is different, I don't know if this is just a mere thought or indeed I will be destined by Allah SWT to marry the woman.

Kamil continued to walk towards the international airport that afternoon. Kamil continued walking and saw both his parents and his younger brother standing in wait for his arrival.

"Meysa," she cried Kamil.

The woman who stood back to Kamil's arrival immediately turned to face the source of the voice that sounded so loud and raised her ears so large the volume of her voice Kamil.

Kamil reflex stopped when he saw who was the person standing in front of him who only showed his back.

"This is impossible! Why is he here too?"