
On the way to his country, what Morad had in mind was his wife. Staring at the glass he held "Hmmmm... Just separated for a moment it feels like I miss you dear..
change looking for a mobile phone in his pants pocket "Loh . . ? where's my phone ? Panic, Trying to remember the last time he held it. "hh shit ! ! last time I played it in the room, and I put it on the nightstand next to the bed. You Stupid ! why forget not to bring it ! Aarghh.. !!
some strange questions popped into his head, which he answered himself. " What if I miss you? while all your portraits I keep all there, and. aahhhhhhh !!! stupid is .. ! hit him on the head a few times "why don't I remember his phone number? and I don't even remember anyone's number.my in-laws, my sister-in-law .. Frustrated, staring out of the plane window and constantly blaming yourself.
Naurra left the airport and re-appointed her car to go home.Driving with the feeling of letting someone she loves go is a bad thing for her even if only temporarily.
Really not a Lebai? 😆
staring at the blank stare of the street with many cars passing by.
From the beginning Naurra never thought at all that one day he would like Morad back, which at that time he thought was just a debt of money that he had to pay with his body. No one knows how the course of destiny goes, as does the slow-growing feeling, Living a few Days with him has even made him Like the man again.
Naurra walked up the stairs, opening her room door handle slowly.
" cekleeeeeekkk" walked limped and then sat leaning on the bed, Looking up to see the sky of the roof sky "Hmmmm. have ra, do not need to worry too much, all you need is patience, now you need to be patient, his departure is also temporary, right? you are too much.. ! Naurra murmured in his heart.
Tok tok tok . . Can you come in ?
The sound of knocking on the door and her mother rippling her daydream " hahhh . . surprised, mother .. Enter buk..
buk ira approached, stroking her daughter's hair gently "you're okay baby ? seeing her daughter was daydreaming, especially after being left by her husband, surely a feeling of sadness was all she could catch from her daughter.
Looking at the nightstand next to the bed "*Lohh. . This isn't your husband's phone? intentionally not brought or indeed left behind ?
is this my husband's wife? why didn't he bring it huh*? his eyes were staring at each other with his mother confused.
*yeah, you keep your husband first.
but buk, if hp'nya left how will I contact him? this was deliberately left behind, or indeed she forgot not to take it anyway. . aaaaa ibukkk I was afraid*. arrived her mind was getting messy, instead it was calm because said her husband would definitely return, he said, she is even now worried after finding her husband's cellphone left in the room.
*you calm down first yes, surely he will call you, if he could memorize it with your mobile number, right? so the phone left behind also does not seem to be a problem according to mother.
hmmmm*. .. answered yes..
yasudah*so then.. Let's get down to chat2 downstairs, your dad's there too.
Buk . .but I still want to be in the room, can yaa*.grasping his mother's hand whining.
*Yes yes, but it will come down. . .
yes buk* . buk ira also left her daughter, several times looking back to make sure that her daughter is fine.
the door closed, Naurra grabbed her sling bag, looked for her phone and opened the contents of her galerry, looking at some sweet portraits between her and her husband..
" Aaaaaa sayaaang..
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