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"Where are you going to meet the person you were referring to Yulian?" Ask Brian to Yulian.
"Emmm... I'll meet that guy at his workplace om. The place is not far from here either. We'll be there in 5 minutes." Julian answered explaining.
After 5 minutes, the three of them arrived at their destination. Mr. Brian and Mr. Muchtar were confused by the place they were seeing. What exactly are they going to?
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"Why do you look happy Maryam?" Ask Mary's mother to her adopted daughter.
"Maryam was happy ma, because many of Maryam's patients who wished Aisha's recovery. Maryam is happy, many care about Ayesha." Mary answered with a faint smile behind her veil.
"Dear, hopefully with a lot of do'a from all of us Aisyah can soon come back to our senses and be in our midst again." Connect Laila's mom, please,
The sadness and sadness almost passed. However, they never forgot the existence of Aisha who needed do'a-do'a from them. They always recited the holy verses of the Qur'an while accompanying Aisha.
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"Who do you want to meet at this place Yulian? Doesn't this boutique belong to Aisyah?" Ask Mr. Muchtar curious.
"Yes, that's right. I came here to meet the tailor's mother who became a worker at this boutique om. Because, a few days ago I ordered a wedding dress for Aisyah." Responded Yulian politely.
"Yulian, it's you... You've planned all that?" Said Brian feeling overwhelmed.
"Yes, I had a plan for 2 years. But, the time has not been right to find me with Aisyah. However, now for me is the right time to menghitah Aisyah. Yep... Although, Aisyah is like this. " Reply Yulian with confidence in his heart.
"Om sure, Aisha had a good priest candidate, full of love, and able to make her happy. I hope you won't regret your choice." Keep the Mr. Muchtar who seems to support Yulian.
"Thank you om. Yulian was convinced by Yulian's choice." Yulian replied back.
After feeling the novelty, the three of them entered the boutique. And Yulian took the wedding dress she ordered. Looks so beautiful and graceful . You must have known!
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"Om, why didn't you come here for so long? And why doesn't Julian ever come home? Did you forget about Juna?" Ask Juna plainly.
"Darling, it's not that I don't want to come here. But om has to work and keep his papa om Yulian. And Yulian also did not forget Juna. Om Yulian had to keep his wife in the hospital. Om Yulian is also dear to Juna." Joko answered explaining.
Poor thing about Juna. He must have missed mom and dad. Fortunately there are Yulian and Joko who take care of Juna.
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After picking up the dress, the three of them went to a small cafe. Because in gratitude to Mr. Brian to Yulian, Mr. Brian treat Yulian and Mr. Muchtar.
"Julyie?" Someone called Yulian.
I don't know who called Yulian when he sat at the cafe with Brian and Muchtar. And just like that guy knew Yulian.
"Assalamuvalaikum o'm." Say hello to someone who knows the family.
"Wa'alaikumsalam Aida." Answer Brian along with Mr. Muchtar.
"Sorry, may I borrow Yulian for a moment?" Ask Aida.
"Me?" Yulian asked and was surprised.
"Yes please. Talk to you guys." Reply Mr. Muchtar with a smile.
It turns out that someone is Aida Aisyah's best friend. It wasn't long ago that I didn't mention Aida. Yes, since Aida is married and has a baby she has rarely been in contact with Aisyah.
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"Papa and Dad haven't come back yet? Mas Fadli is also that, has not come here." Say Maryam in her heart.
Da... Maryam was waiting for the arrival of her two fathers and her husband. But that wait did not end long. Come the figure of the man who became the choice of his heart.
"Wa'alaikumsalam dear." Reply Fadli kissed his wife's forehead.
"Assalamu'alaikum mother, mother!" Fadli said as he kissed the hands of his two mothers.
"Wa'alaikumsalam boy!" Reply to two middle-aged mothers.
"Where are daddy and papa?" Fadli asked curiously because he had not looked at his two fathers.
"So the same dad went to papa's office, because there was a problem. But, not back yet." Mary explains.
"Let's just call me then." Reply Fadli while fiddling with his phone.
Fadli tried to call his father's cell phone number. Because Fadli and the others are worried about them and the office problems that are plaguing Mr. Brian.
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"For a long time not meeting you. How are you Yulian?" Ask Aida for pleasantries.
"Emmm... Thank God, I'm good. That you? It seems you've changed...." Answer Yulian. And yet Yulian could not continue his words, someone approached them.
"Darling...!" Call a man.
"Mr...!" Call a child who is 4 years old.
"Yes, I've changed and it's because of them. My husband and my little whiz." Reply Aida explained and pointed towards the way out of the cafe.
"Oh so. " Speak Yulian.
"Then, where have you been all this time? Have you seen Aisyah?" Aida asked as she stared intently at Yulian's face.
"The story is long Da ...."
Yulian also told me everything, including about the accident that made Aisyah became what she is today.
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"Kring...Crane...!" The phone's voice rang.
"Hello assalamu'alaikum Fadli?" Said Mr. Muchtar after picking up the phone.
"Wa'alaikumsalam dad, where is dad now?" Ask Fadli.
"Father again with your father and Yulian. What's up, son?" Mr. Muchtar asked.
"It's okay Dad, just haven't been back in the hospital yet. Is papa's office not finished yet?" Answer Fadli.
"Alhamdulillah is finished thanks to the help of Yulian. Now we're looking for food, because we haven't had time to eat." Mr. Muchtar explained.
"Alhamdulillah then. Yes, dad, then." Fadli said, ending the conversation and not forgetting to say hello before closing it.
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"Astaghfirullah azim thing, Aisha!" Aida said in surprise after hearing Yulian's long story.
"When was the accident?" Ask Fahri Aida's husband.
You guys didn't forget about Fahri? Don't forget that...! Hohoho...!
Yulian also recounted the accident to the end of the day. Fahri and Aida are so upset and sad to hear the story of Yulian. Fahri and Aida decide to go to the hospital to visit Aisyah.
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