Casya walked slowly and graciously but never left an impression of cunning or arrogance in her. Sometimes we need to show how powerful we are. For example, maybe he could take a little advantage of the circumstances so that the old man wasn’t too proud of himself. Why did he hate his father? Because his father had healed his wounds for him. Whether consciously or unconsciously, he doesn’t care.Casya gave her car keys to the Satpam to move it to a parking lot near the lobby. He passed through the red carpet from the gate to enter the hotel’s ballroom. No joke, this event is the opening of the branch of the company of a very successful young entrepreneur to celebrate the anniversary of his parents. There is no doubt.Just look; all these cars are expensive, luxurious, and antique. They are also very fashionable. Only she seemed to be wearing simple and somewhat relaxed clothes, even though she was still polite. He went straight to the person who had the show.“Hello Adrian. You are bec
Salsa was still glued to her place, her eyes continued to pay attention to every detail of the girl's figure with the clothes exposed in the reflection of the mirror. It was nothing new for her, but this time the clothes worn by her twin sister were more revealing. Their faces may be similar, but their attitude and character are opposites."Why look?" asked Sabila while still focusing on styling her blonde hair."No, I'm just a little surprised by my sister's clothes, which are more than usual. Do you want to go to hell?" Salsa explained with a question that annoyed Sabila on this beautiful morning, but why should it start with a lecture from Salsa? Isn't that unimportant, Sabila thought."Huh? Stupid! Did papa ever think about us? Ever?! No! Not even at all! And one thing you should know, I hate you and papa." Sabila angrily once again made a small scratch on Salsa's heart with a smile.Only a smile that can be shown by Salsa. He already knew he would be hurt again with the answer he
"Salsa!" Sabila shouted a little which made the lecturer who was explaining the material disturbed.Slowly the lecturer approached Sabila, "Looking for who?" asked the lecturer while looking at Sabila's open clothes."That's Salsa, my twin sister it-" The lecturer immediately pulled Sabila roughly in."Ow! It hurts, sir!" snapped Sabila trying to free her hand from the grip of the supervisor at the Salsa faculty.Salsa, who saw her twin sister struggling in pain, did not stay silent, slowly stood up and ran to Sabila and the lecturer. Slightly pushed the lecturer's body and then released his supervisor's hand from his brother's hand."Salsa? What are you doing? Save this person who has no manners?" said the lecturer casually.Plaque!Everyone rolled their eyes when they saw the good Salsa slapping the lecturer's face, Sabila's mouth was still gaping from earlier."I'm sorry, sir, but you need to know, my sister has manners, sir. And she is Sis Sals-""You will realize that you are
"Where have you been?" I don't know why suddenly her mother cares about Salsa, maybe she's aware, maybe."Mama? Salsa is out of cam-" Before Salsa finished speaking, Mama quickly cut her off."Not you, where's Sabila? Why aren't you two together? And yes, why don't you take a car instead of a dirty motorcycle taxi like that." Salsa turned out to be wrong, she thought Mama was paying attention to her but she didn't."Sis Sabila? Salsa thought he had gone home first, after all, Sis Sabila just left Salsa like that.""You are never useful, aren't you! Go on! Go to your room. And don't ever go out hoping to get food," Mama snapped and left Salsa, definitely looking for Sabila, knowing her favorite child.With a very broken heart, Salsa ran up the stairs. He no longer cared about the blood that kept running down his knees. It was nothing compared to the wound in his heart. Salsa has been like this for ten years. She will always cry, she is a crybaby, isn't she? What child doesn't want love
It was a sunny morning, the figure of an old woman sitting on an empty bench in the park. She misses the memories with her children and even more so with her husband, she is still the same as she used to be, it's just that one paper can make her turn into another woman and be very different.Slowly he wiped his tears. He was confused for whom these tears? If it's just for regret, isn't it pointless? Or for everything he did to Salsa? Or because of the proof of her love for her husband who instead chose another woman, then what was the point of living under the same roof for fifteen years? What if there was a farewell? Is there no love left in her husband's heart for her? Hah?! Isn't that funny? She still hopes that her husband will look back and come back to her. But the rice has turned into porridge, right? Let it be porridge, isn't porridge important for the sick? We can process the taste so that the porridge tastes better, I don't know.Suddenly he missed the memories of eight year
Salsa was glued to the state of the house which was very messy, she was a little surprised. What happened? Why is the house a mess?"Mah? Why is it messy? Where's your aunt? Oh yes, where's Sabila? Mam-""ENOUGH! YOU SHOULD BE IN THE MIRROR! THIS IS ALL OF YOU!""Come on, Mah! It's all Sabila's fault! Stop blaming Salsa!" shouted Sabila who was in the corner of the kitchen."GET OUT OF HERE!" Mama shouted then, she ran a little as she climbed the stairs that led directly to Sabila and Salsa's room, packed Salsa's clothes randomly into the suitcase, came down the stairs."THIS! ALL YOUR THINGS! GET OUT OF HERE NOW!""But, um-""I'M NOT YOUR MOTHER! AM I?! IF THERE'S ANYTHING OF VALUE YOU WANT TO TAKE FROM YOUR ROOM! TAKE IT! AND GET OUT QUICKLY!"Salsa was crying, she didn't know what was really going on. Why did Mama suddenly kick him out? What's wrong? Why must he always be wrong in Mama's eyes? Why?With anger, Salsa's soft hand was pulled by Mama. With quick steps he pushed Salsa o
Sabila was silent. He has no appetite. Thinking of Salsa made his head spin. Where did his sister sleep last night? Did he sleep well? Has he eaten? And others. Slowly Sabila looked at the large clock that was attached to the wall of her house. 07:45Sabila ate his bread in a hurry, in 15 minutes Sabila would be late. It's possible that by being present at the university today, he knows the whereabouts of his sister. Even though Sabila doesn't seem to like Salsa, he really loves her. Sabila drinks milk."When you go."His mother, who just wanted to sit down to eat, was surprised by Sabila who was already about to leave. Actually, Sabila didn't want to talk to her mother. He was still very upset because his sister was kicked out. It was clear, though, that it wasn't his brother's fault, but his own."Mama wants to have breakfast with you, but if you are in a hurry. It's okay. You just go. You'll be late," said her mother as she approached Sabila."Okay," said Sabila. Because he felt Ma
Upon arriving at the door of the faculty room, I was really afraid of being punished and sent home. I slowly knocked on the door, there was an answer. My right foot entered the faculty room first. Rendy looked at me, while I could only stare back at him with a frightened look being chased away.Mr. Safar was still silent. I don't know why Mr. Safar is still silent. Even though I was late even very late."Sit down, I'm sorry for how you feel," he simply said. Instead of him changing his mind quickly this foot stepped towards my desk.Everything is back to normal. Mr. Safar still continues to explain the research plan to be carried out in Kalimantan, for the exact location it will be carried out in Central Kalimantan. Because there are tree roots that can cure disease – I forget what disease. What is certain is that the root is very popular to foreign countries. And that root is what we will examine. We don't doubt it, we really don't! We just want to learn to research the roots of thes
"Doctor Kahfa, what disease is Kania actually suffering from?""It's very hard for me to tell you this, Farhan.""Just say it, Farhan won't tell Kania.""Okay. I'm also confused about what Kania is suffering from. Yesterday Kania got brain cancer but strangely after I checked it wasn't brain cancer anymore but heart failure.""What?!""I know it's tough, but that's the fact for now.""Can Kania recover?""Every disease must have a chance to be cured. It's just that we also have to know what percentage of the chance to be cured. And Kania's chance to be cured is very small.""Isn't there any other way, Doctor? Apart from giving medicine?""Yes, surgery. It's just that this hospital hasn't found a donor heart yet.""Farhan is ready to donate Farhan's heart to Kania.""No, Farhan, I won't be able to do the operation later.""Farhan is okay, Mr. doctor, Farhan is sincere.""If you donate your heart to Kania, you will lose your life."Farhan was silent, then said, "Doctor, remember this ca
Everyone was silent when they saw Mr. Ali open the car door for Kania and took his hand. Just like a princess. Actually Kania was uncomfortable with their gazes on her."Sir, they look like-""Let them be, they are jealous to see I treat you like a queen and you deserve to be treated like that."Kania could only swallow her saliva very hard, hoping for Pak Ali to let go of her hand, but to no avail. His hands were gripped even tighter."Don't even think about letting go of your hand from mine, because the formula in my dictionary is one. Once I choose you to be my wife, you will be my wife."Kania could only nod, while continuing to walk to the rhythm of Mr. Ali.Suddenly they were surprised by Maira with smiling lips. Weird isn't it? It was as if Maira had just let Mr. Ali go for Kania."Maira?""Kania, I've told you before, haven't I? That I've made it clear that you and Alexis are united. May you always be happy.""Thank you," Kania said while hugging Maira and vice versa."Ekhm...
Farhan turned out to be very romantic. He always takes me for walks, eats, even yesterday he bought me a pink pashmina hijab for me to wear. Farhan and Ummi are also getting closer, Glory be to Allah.However, this heart has been engraved with another name. This heart already has a place for only one person and certainly not Farhan. Pak Ali has not been to campus for three days, I don't know what happened to him. I can only wheel hopefully he is always in the protection of Allah.I was sitting in the park, enjoying the beautiful morning at Gunadarma university. The wind makes the atmosphere fresher. Suddenly Maira approached me, she also sat beside me."You're right, Alex only loves you. Forgive me and forgive him, Alex is not wrong. You need to know, Alex is sick and alone at home.""You should take care of him," I said with a smile."I can't take care of him."I turned to look at Maira in surprise."Why?""Because he doesn't want me. He only wants you."I'm still silent, I don't kno
Beautiful morning. Hopefully, today I'm ready with clothes and all kinds of practice equipment. Yes! Today we have a practice on how to perform surgery on the heart. Hmm, that sounds terrible. Suddenly, my eyes caught the figure of Mr. Ali who was waiting for me in front of the house while standing next to his car then my eyes again caught the figure of Farhan with his motorbike heading to my house. Astagfirullah, I quickly left the room and met Ummi to say goodbye, don't forget to take the medicine and the milk."Nia? Come on in, we'll be late," said Mr. Ali as he opened the car door."Nia, let's go up. We will be a little impromptu racer," said Farhan while holding the helmet that I often use."Heh! Speeding on the streets is not good!" said Mr. Ali as he walked over to where I was standing."Heh! If you sit too long with the air conditioner while waiting for the green light to come on, it's not good," said Farhan while following Mr. Ali's style of speech."Who are you? I'm a doctor
Finally Kania and Farhan arrived at Gunadarma University. Kania had gotten off her motorbike but for some reason the helmet that Kania was wearing couldn't come off. Finally, Kania asked Farhan for help to let her go. Farhan is happy to help him.Not far from where they were, Mr. Ali saw all the events. Where he saw Farhan who was taking off his helmet for Kania, made his chest rumble even more. Instantly Maira hugged him making all students and students see it. Likewise with Kania, her heart hurts a lot. But he tried not to care like he had been doing all this time."Let's go," said Kania, pulling Farhan's hand.As for Mr. Ali, he tried to free Maira's arms from him. Because he doesn't want all his students and students to misunderstand, because the students and students know that Pak Ali is still single and it's impossible to like someone with revealing clothes."Maira! I hope you can be professional this time, at least only this time!" said Mr. Ali, then left Maira alone with a fee
"It is true that love is an extraordinary gift."Today I have been allowed to go home by doctor Kahfa. Pak Ali is very happy and so is Ummi. I am also very happy, especially now that I really feel the love given by God through a lecturer who is fierce, firm, strange and definitely flat. It turned out that Mr. Ali was not like that, he was very kind, sweet and most importantly for me he turned out to be an ustadz. Alhamdulillah, if I get married later the person who proposes to me must have the title of Ustadz, and Alhamdulillah I was given more than the Most Merciful. Not only an ustadz and lecturer, Pak Ali is also a professor as well as a doctor. Ah! I feel like I'm with great people every day."Thank you for everything, sir," I said, looking at Mr. Ali's face so deeply that it made him a little embarrassed."Don't look at me like that, later I'll baper you're not even responsible," he said again but while taking my suitcase out of the trunk of his car, while Ummi was busy in the ki
"Funny jealousy is when you feel lostEven if you know, He's a nobody."It's been one week that Farhan has not met Nia. Actually he wanted to apologize. As a result, he finally decided to ask about Nia's whereabouts, who had been absent for 1 week, apparently Nia was sick and she didn't know? What kind of friend is he?Farhan immediately rushed to the hospital to meet Nia."Sister! The patient on behalf of Kania Putri Ramadhani, in what room?" I asked, biting the corner of my lip, when I was afraid I was."Fortunately handsome, number 25 First Love, stay straight, there are stairs, go up, turn right at the end.""Thank you, Sister!"I ran up the stairs and...Bruck!Accidentally bumped into someone."Sorry, Farhan hurry—"I was shocked, how come this teacher is here? Akh, it's not important, I have to quickly meet Nia."Sigh, it's finally here."Slowly I started to enter. It was clear that Nia was lying weakly with her eyes closed."Nia," I said. I think Nia is still unconscious appar
After yesterday's incident, Mr. Ali did not come to my house. I didn't expect him to come but why didn't he come? Maybe he's busy. This time I decided not to go to college, I suddenly had a fever. Ummi also doesn't want me to go to college, I'm afraid I'll faint.My fever is rising, making Ummi even more worried. I no longer know what is happening to my body, it seems like the creator is reprimanding me, then giving me pain to wash away my sins. At least I can still see Ummi's affection, even though it's not for Rania for Kania.I cried, I realized Ummi never loved me one bit. His old body walked closer to my bed where a weak body was lying."Nia, why are you crying, honey?" he said very softly. He stroked my hair. Yes, I'm not wearing a hood this time."Ummi, who is this Nia? Kania or Rania?""You're Ummi's child.""Ummi, this is Kania not Rania.""No!!! You are Rania not Kania!! No!!"I cried even more, I don't know how long I have to be like this.****My situation is getting worse
Yes, this chapter and so on will tell the full story of the love journey of Father and Mama Salsa. Happy reading.Flash back!I don't understand what happened to that annoying and strange lecturer who didn't forget to be flat. Akh ... because of him, I have to walk in the scorching heat of the sun. He's nice to be in the car and air conditioned, am I? Only the wind created by God that I can enjoy. Not that I'm ungrateful, no, it's just that it's just too hot for me. I might faint because the weather is too hot.Since it was too hot, I decided to rest under a big tree. Ah, it feels really good, very cool especially when the wind hits your face. I was surprised, the strange lecturer was already beside me sitting with his eyes closed just like I did."Mr. Ali? Why are you here?" The first question for the lecturer sucks."Just call me Safar, at least I feel a little younger than if you call me Pak Ali Lecturer who is annoying, weird, and definitely a flat, flat."I was surprised, how did