Online Ojek Driver That Turns Out to be a Ceo
Chapters. 36. Shortness of Longing

"How are you doing?" ask Ghazali. This morning he looked back at Zahra. Of course, while bringing breakfast. The money Kazenia left behind a while ago was still left. Because my mom gave him a lot of money.

Ghazali only realized when he checked several piles of clothes in his closet. A brown envelope fell and its contents scattered. All of those things were very precise when he needed the funds to take care of Zahra. Somehow if he does not have the money that was deliberately left by the mother.

"I plan to go home today. All the bruises have improved. I can disguise it with makeup later," Zahra explained. He spoke without looking at Ghazali. According to him, the closer this deckil man is the more charming it is. I don't know what changed from him. Is it possible because Zahra is beginning to admire?

"You see what the hell? Down just? Talk here." Ghazali exploded Zahra who was focused on staring at the tip of his foot that was wearing socks. He always closed his aura when Ghazali looked up to what appeared only the face and palms.

Actually Ghazali seemed relieved when the look of Zahra's face was brighter. Her bruises are a little. Doesn't look as bad as it did a few days ago. Total Zahra stayed in her rented house for three days.

And so did Reva. But the girl kept working. It's only a one-day holiday. In order to eliminate the effects of fatigue on his body. Reva just smiled as she looked at the hilarious interaction between the two. It was like seeing a timid scene from an old-fashioned movie.

Zahra .. Only this time I see you can be shy. The vow. I want vidioin. Your face is funny know. I have pain print I keep laughing. Unfortunately Reva can only speak like that in her heart.

He left both of them briefly. He couldn't stand to pee.

Until when do you want to go down, Ra? I'm getting more excited to know?

"Antar, I am!" pinta Zahra suddenly. Ghazali choked on the air in shock.

Uh, not wrong, right? He asked me to drive him home ?

"Zahra seriously. Brother, don't be surprised. Ordinary expression on his face," said Zahra, seeing the look of disbelief that Ghazali had shown reflexively.

"Eh, yes. Believe it. Thank God that you believe in me. Yeah, you want to walk?" Ghazali was so happy that it made him clumsy.

"Later in the afternoon. I'm the same Reva wants to clean up first. Sorry because your house is a mess" Zahra said grimacingly. In fact, Ghazali's house looks more neat since he occupied it.

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[Stay doing good without hoping for a good reply.Stay being a sincere person.

Don't give up on your patience. It will all be sweet later. Only God knows when that time will come. ]

The words always ring and repeat the man in Ghazali's head. Positive sentences that make him always confident and excited when the word give up always encourage him to fall.

"Sir Kyai. Al miss. When can I go there again? Al is too busy chasing the world that never got into the grasp. Right you said, that the more you chase the world. Then the world will flee from you. He'll even be further away from you. However, otherwise. When you pursue the Hereafter and the pleasure of your Lord. Then the world will come closer to you. That, Kyai. The words you always tell me. Turns out it's all true. Everything I'm chasing is away. I'm resigned to you now. If you will, then give me back my family as I used to. Bring my soul closer so that this heart is calm." Ghazali closed his eyes as he felt a gust of wind on the edge of the artificial Setu.

Cheap tourist attractions are usually crowded in the afternoon. However, today's tumben the place was rather quiet. Nature does make time for him to be alone.

After delivering Zahra he stopped by for a moment to this place.

Ghazali's smartphone shakes in his jacket pocket. Shireen called him back. Ghazali stopped his vehicle because he was on the road. Incidentally, he was not carrying customers or goods.

Ghazali was immediately looking for a shady place and away from the hustle and bustle of traffic.

[Ashalamu aleikum. ]

There was the sound of a woman on the other side. He thought his sister Ilen was holding back tears.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Ilen, why?" Ghazali prepared himself to receive any news. Because his chest suddenly tightened and his heart was racing.

[ Brother. Mama kangen said. But, we can't see Brother anymore. Our phones were both tapped. The driver was replaced. Looks like, papa's starting to get suspicious or whatever. Ilen just doesn't understand. We both feel under control, Bang. ]

Kazenia who was next to Shireen was seen smothering her mouth withholding the stuffing that was about to come out. He could not believe that he was doing this just to hear the son's voice on his cell phone.

"Where did you call my brother?" wonder Ghazali. Why is this problem getting so complicated.

"Campus toilet. Minjem mobile cleaner. Incidentally today is the day of the meeting of the foundation organization. That's why Ilen brought mom here. Just so that we are free and free from supervision bang.]

Hearing the explanation from the younger brother made Ghazali inexhaustible. Her mother and sister sacrificed like that. I just wanted to ask her news.

"Ma ..., "

Ghazali clenched his jaws, holding something back and ready to explode. His misses on the mother have not been channeled all. Their meeting that day was too short.

Silent, until a while none of the two spoke.

It seems that these two humans who have a blood relationship as mother and child, are mastering their emotional deposits.

A longing that creates shortness makes the breath seem choked. Until the sound is unable to be spoken by the tongue that immediately mute.

Ghazali closed his eyes, holding his chest with one hand. He tried to neutralize the air that felt difficult to fill his lungs.

And across there.

A mother who misses her child. Kazenias. She kept her mouth smothered with tears flowing down her cheeks.

With a faithful daughter embracing him from the side. They are trying to get away from far away. Despite having to struggle and struggle for the sake of just calling.

This situation instantly changes the air pressure until thinning and squeezing the chest.

When they had to hide, until now they were both in the toilet room of a state university.

"Mama, how are you?" Eventually Ghazali decided to start their conversation first. Of course after he managed to control the longing overflow that almost burst from his chest cavity. He was not satisfied to embrace the warmth of his mother at that time.

...Seriate...