Sagaras
The Part 37

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The door was opened by Mother who was worried about the condition of the Princess who she did not know what was the cause of Aisyah just crying sobbing. If Sagara's clear because he was exposed to hot water, then Ayesha?"

"Son, what's wrong with you, honey?" mother asked, he sat down on the floor just like his youngest child.

Aisyah who was still sobbing sadly just shook her head, she drowned her tearful face behind the palm of the hand that she placed on her knees.

"Aish, please tell Mom, why are you? what--, did Sagara do anything bad to you?" urged Mother, she is certainly not an angel who does not have shortcuts that lead to an accusation, let alone see her daughter like this, any mother will certainly be hurt and afraid.

"No, Ma. Sagara is not wrong, it is I who-" replied Aisyah who stopped her speech

"What is it?, you're flanked by Sagara?" unfortunately, she continues with her own mind.

"I'm a fool, Mom. I'm neglecting to take care of myself!" rutuk Aisyah with an irritated and annoyed tone.

Yes, he who had no thoughts at that time waltzed freely out of his room. Just like Sagara he also thought if the man had fallen asleep lulled in a dream. The time is already midnight certainly makes Aisyah sure if there is no one who is still wandering in the other room if there is, if there is any, it must be just dad and Mom so it doesn't matter when you have to see it plain without a head covering.

But, that belief was refuted as he was just on the very staircase at the end of his house where his ears heard clearly there was a sound of screaming in pain from the direction of the kitchen.

Because Aisyah came with a relaxed step so when hearing such a groan it made him not remember anything including himself and who he was helping at the time.

The mother who understood what Aisyah felt immediately hugged her own daughter tightly while on the cephalopods. Aisyah who began to get used to wearing hijab from the baby by the mother is not at home when it looks innocent. He strengthened his heart to completely close the aura when he was a teenager, when he spent time at PonPes where Father taught there.

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"Father has no answer to your request, Aisha has the right to accept or reject you, son. Father and Mother only have a prayer of blessing if you are a match later,"

"Yes, Sir. But Sagara did not feel good to see Aisyah's attitude like that. He must have been depressed because Sagara had-" he said sadly, should he throw away the view when conscious Aisyah open not even enjoy it until it feels like time does not want to quickly pass so beautiful creation of the Almighty.

"Yes, you know and can guess. Later we talk again yes, you just rest first," said the Father who was wrong and certainly did not want to be rash because this concerns the future of his youngest daughter.

There is no doubt from inside the middle-aged man, because he already knows Sagara and his extended family, too, not because they have met and talked once but you also know from the story of Mr. Kyai about the background of the conglomerate family but the philanthropist. Sagara's attitude was polite despite the ridiculousness that sometimes tucked from his behavior but it is very understandable considering his age is still a dozen years old.

Sagara who returned to his room through the door of Aisyah's room that was tightly closed, he took a breath and threw it away slowly while standing with both legs that felt limp without bones.

It is impossible to get into it, so Sagara just silently stared at the brown painted object with a sad look full of great guilt.

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Sorry if I make it, anyway from the future wife tomorrow must already be a wife...