The End of the Wing Miss
I Will Never Let Her Go!

Kei PoVs

I launched my Fista 488 at medium speed, splitting the streets of the city of Seremban, a land that has given me many stories.

Before I checked in, I called Nadia, telling her I was going to visit my grandmother. As usual, he always urged me to visit Grandma, but I still refused.

I do not want his arrival will hurt Nek Sya because I know for sure my grandmother has not been able to accept my marriage with Nadia.

So as not to attract too much attention, I leave my vehicle in a mosque with a large parking lot about a hundred meters before going to the grandmother's house.

Several times I nodded my head while smiling at the middle-aged men and women I met.

It wasn't until five minutes that I was in front of the biggest stage house in the village.

Slowly walk through the large yard. For a moment I stopped, my eyes glanced at the modern-style house, with a minimalist design right next to the grandmother's stage house.

A glance across the face of the owner of the house in my mind. The meeting three days ago actually still pisses me off, but why is it also tucked away .. miss? S-hiit!

I climbed up the house slowly. I want to make a big surprise for grandma by advancing the arrival time.

Shortly after entering the house I glanced at the whole room. There's nobody there.

Still with a slow movement I went room by room, even Nek Sya's bedroom, but still I did not find it. Maybe it's out, I thought.

Then footsteps led me to a room located between the reading room and the master bedroom. Thinking of taking a break while waiting for Nek Sya.

I extended my hand to push the door I believed was unlocked because from the time we were kids, the whole room in this house was never locked.

My eyes were immediately fixed on the sight before me. Only about three meters away from where I was standing, a body was standing in front of the mirror. Looks like he just finished his shower. Seen from the bathrobe lying on the floor.

His white marble body was real, even though it was behind me but I could still see clearly the front of the mirror reflection.

Instantly time seemed to stop. My heart beats faster with a heated pump of blood.

He appears to be performing a massage on the upper front body that is visible ...

Aarrrggghhh!

"Nay, Naya? You why? Grandma said Surau, nih .." Nek Sya's voice sounded from the side of the house.

What did Grandma say? Na-y's? Nayyah?!

So then? She ..?

"Look? You ...?!" Grandma immediately pulled my hand away from the room. I smiled thinly. So, the most naked one in my room, Naya?

Nek Sya spouted out all the vocabulary treasuries that represented her angry expressions as I entered the room without permission.

Permission? Eh? That's my room! Who should ask permission?

I shook my head a few times. But the body image in front of the mirror still teases me. ******!

"Eii. slave! Don't want tepikie that mess ye? " scrambled Nek Sya back to wake me up.

"God, grandma. Not a fuck, one je." I smiled as I lowered my eyebrows. But my smile instantly disappeared as Nek Sya swung the broomstick she was holding. Apparently he was cleaning in Surau.

"Mom, Kei is tired so much, huh. To relax in Grandma's room, ye", I said as I stepped into her room.

I don't know how long I slept. Sleeping before the Maghrib is something I have rarely done so far, because from childhood my grandmother always forbade us.

"Sleeping before the Maghrib is not good, it's not healthy. Could lose their sense. If you want to get the sunnah of the Prophet, sleep stun nak Dzuhur or after Dzuhur", grandmother's advice always.

I glanced at the wall clock near the closet. At 5:40 p.m. I rushed to the bathroom.

After bathing, still with a towel wrapped around the waist, I went out to look for Nek Sya.

"Hey, are you? Out of no clothes, not ashamed of?" I was surprised, Grandma was already behind me. It seemed like he had just come from the room Naya occupied.

"grandmother ... Kei wants to wear clothes. But Kei's clothes in the next room," I said pointing to the room he had just visited.

"Wait for a shock, grandma is ambush", grandma turned to pick up my shirt.

I tried to approach the door of the room and intended to turn my head inside, when suddenly the door was closed hard from the inside.

Neneeekkk ...?

Until the time of the Maghrib I still did not see Naya out of the room. Several times I saw my grandmother go in and out of that room.

Is he angry, or ... embarrassed? Butwhy? I'm her husband! Husband? Uh!

"Kejap again Maghrib, grandma nak invite Naya to pray jama'ah kat surau, ye ..."

I narrowed my eyes, looking at Grandma who was also looking at me deeply.

Grandma is telling me .. or is being ... Requesting clearance?

"Hey, slave ...! You are her husband! No permission if Naya prays kata surau, then?

I scratched my head. Grandma's words are like insinuating me. I just nodded my head a few times.

I immediately went to the surau so that Naya would no longer incubate in the room.

I know, he didn't want to come out because he didn't want to see me.

After the Maghrib prayer, I deliberately didn't go straight home. I want to give Naya time for dinner first. I didn't want him to eat because he avoided meeting with me.

At first glance I saw it coming out of the surau through a side door that was directly connected to the house.

I deliberately linger playing with Azmi and her friends. The little boys are asking me to play with the horses.

They make a draw to determine the turn. I smiled watching them fight each other for the first turn. Azmi is lucky.

Just one round of Azmi up my back, the boy tugged at my earlobe while whispering something.

"Ade angel kat door. Alamaakkk .. cute very ..."

I looked towards the door. Naya was standing there with her eyes looking straight at us. I sometimes see a smile on his lips.

It's the first time I've seen her face fully, since she wore the niqab almost five years ago. Uh, not ding.. I had seen her face earlier this afternoon though at a glance, but I remembered her wide-open eyes, beautifully patterned when the incident happened. Kaget ... Shock ... Angry .. and Shame ... Melting into one, but certainly in my eyes he looks like a rose covered with morning dew. Wet blushing over the sunshine. Ahhai ..!

"Attracted ... I'm fascinated ..." Azmi whispered back in my ear. From where the little boy can know the lyrics of the song.

"That is the heart of Brother Kei" I whispered.

"Iye, to nih ..." The little boy just accused me of lying.

I did not answer Azmi, my eyes are now straight looking at Naya who still does not realize that I and Azmi are watching her.

"Cute brother, come here. We're people playing with horses, brother wants to come, ke?"

I tried to hold back my smile, Azmi's sentence just sounded ambiguous in my ear.

I looked at Naya who was visibly bowing her face, obviously she avoided coming into contact with me. At a glance I can catch a red tinge on her white cheeks.

Then still with his eyes off, he conveyed that dinner was ready.

Azmi's friends who listened to Naya, immediately enthusiastic to hear the word 'eat'.

We finally went home. At the dinner table there was dinner.

Naya asks Azmi and her friends to move the dinner dishes to the floor of the room to make it more free.

I saw Azmi and Naya whispering to each other, as if they were talking about something.

"Comel sangaatt ... Can you please, no?" That's a sentence that was caught by my sense of hearing.

"Can't! If that's your brother to share later", I whispered in Naya's ear.

I smiled anxiously at Naya who opened her eyes to hear my words.

As dinner was about to begin, Azmi returned to making a drama. When his friends asked Azmi to pray, he asked me to introduce Naya first.

When I introduced Kanaya Khairunnisa's name, uh the little boy leaked what I said to him in the surau.

Brother Naya empress of Abang Kei's heart!

Damn, his friends even mocked me with various offensive sentences. Nek Sya laughed very widely enjoying the game Azmi and her friends, while Naya seemed to try to hold back the laughter by covering her mouth. Why does she look so sweet in my eyes? Uh, gila!!

I purposely pretended to be angry by staring intently at the little ones. Why are they even really afraid? Does my look so scary?

When the others sought refuge behind Nek Sya, Azmi shriveled in Naya's lap looking at me with enlarged eyeballs, but why in my eyes was she even more adorable? Damn it!

My right hand reflex was stretched out to touch those beautiful patterning eyes, but it turned out that she was shrewd as well.

Not losing my mind, my hand that was next to me was much quicker in anticipation of Naya's rejection, landing pretty on her white marble cheeks. I blinked my eyes. Kei Hasan has never lost!

Our screams were stopped by a voice I knew very well. Someone I've been trying to avoid for almost five years.

Instead of wanting to act like Si Tanggang or Malin Kundang, I just wasn't prepared to keep opening a front of confrontation with him. I was afraid, unable to control myself in front of him. He, Mrs Sri Latifah!

I tried to close my ears and blind my eyes when Papa and Mama came in. With a corner of my eye I saw Naya standing up to greet them. Mhm ... Seemed surprised in Mama's eyes when I saw me, but I still tried not to care about it. I continued my dinner. Azmi and her friends rush out of the house after they are done.

A moment later the azan Isya reverberated from the surau next to the house. Perhaps Mr. Amin, who used to take care of the surau, became a muezzin and the priest remained there. I rushed to Surau, to pray for congregation.

After finishing the prayer, I deliberately chatted for a long time with Mr. Cik Amin, hoping that when he arrived home Papa and Mama were asleep. I saw them coming straight home from Surau after chatting for a while with other worshippers. Maybe they were exhausted after coming home from Mak Lung Hamidah.

After almost eleven o'clock at night, I stepped towards the house. Open the door slowly so as not to wake the person. Just now that I was intending to lay my body on the living room sofa, a deheman shocked me. Mama!

"We need to talk. Come to the library! Uh, like that? Short and full of words!

I stepped towards the family reading room, at a glance I glanced at my room which Naya occupied, tightly closed!

I entered the wide open reading room.

"Close back!" Mhm ... Still, always tell!

"Well, straight to the point, what do you mean back trying to get close to Naya?!" The middle-aged woman I kept calling 'Mama' - albeit only inwardly - looked at me with sharp eyes.

"Wow! It turns out that a Mrs Sri Latifah still keeps spying on me! Great thanks! I really. really appreciate it. I'm flattered that Mrs Sri is still so considerate of Kei Hasan!

"Let's! Behave! You're talking to your mom!" Papa looked at me no less sharply.

"No need, Papa! Mom doesn't need that from her. Mama just asked him to stay away from Naya!" His words are sharper.

"Did you listen to me? I want you to get out of her way! Release Naya carefully. You don't want him, do you? You just want to repay us by hurting him, right? And these five years you've been successful! Very ... Very successfully!" Still with pressure Mama looked at me.

I shook my head many times. Reply looking at him boldly.

"Why?! You don't love her at all as you many years ago, right?!"

I'm not surprised Mama found out about my phone conversation with Nadia shortly after my marriage contract with Naya a few years ago. What is unknown to a Sri Latifah?!

"So, please ... Release Naya. He should not be the victim of your anger. She has no sin. She doesn't even know anything. So, please ..." His eyes were sharp, gone somewhere. Just this time I saw a Desperated Madam Sri Latifah! Sirna all fierce and arrogant that always displayed if in front of me. Am I happy? No! Big no's! Seeing her despairing, losing, was not as pleasant as I thought!

"Kei, please release Naya from this painful marriage, son! He also deserves to be happy. If you can't 'look' at us, your parents, please 'look' at the spirits of Mr. Cik Zain and Mak Cik Sejah. She must be sad to see you treat Naya like this," Papa looked at me deeply.

I clenched my hand. What's?! They asked me to release Naya? No! That's the least I can do. No, never!

I left them. I don't want to get angry and make the mood worse. Naya is here, right next to this room. I'm not sure he didn't hear us.

To be continued