Between the Three Hearts
Chapters. 57 DTH

The owner of the beautiful eyes and the lashes were open, he circulated his gaze and yawned while covering his mouth. Imah glanced at the wall clock that already showed at half-five in the morning and she rushed down from the bed. Imah walk to the bathroom, he will clean himself and then perform the obligatory worship of Muslims.

After bathing and taking ablution, Imah also wears a black face with gold flowers around it. He was preparing to perform the morning ritual that his parents always recommended. Both of Miah's parents educated her of a very strong religion.

Seven minutes later, Imah raised her hands and offered a prayer to the Almighty.

"Oh Allah, please help me to reach out for the love of my servant. However, if You think Ali is not a servant soul mate then keep the servant away from him. Servants do not want to fight against your destiny, O God. But what harm would it do if the servant tried to change that destiny? I know that soul mate, death, sustenance, meeting and so on are your provisions. Therefore, I pray a sincere prayer so that all the wishes of the servant to be able to be in conjunction with the bang Ali are soon achieved. Amen amen to Rabbal Al-Amin." Imah ended her prayer by gently rubbing her entire face.

He went to take the Qur'an and sat down and began chanting verses of the love of Allah.

Dawn approaching, today as usual, Imah swept the page by reading sholawat badar. His melodious voice would certainly make anyone fascinated, so many young men in the village who liked Imah but Imah did not respond to them.

A thirty-year-old young man walked past from the front of the house of Imah, he smiled faintly as he lowered his head.

"Assalamualaikum, bang Mamad. Wanna go to work, huh?'' sapa Imah is full of tenderness.

"Waalaikumsalam, neng Imah. Yes, I want to go to work. Duh Gusti, early in the morning have seen the prospective laboratory that is getting clearer and clearer." seduced Mamad timidly.

"Mamad can do it." Imah returned Mamad's smile so as not to be thought arrogant. "It's fast moving, bang. Later, Mamad oversleeps until the office." he continued to shoo away subtly because Mamad could definitely be at home chatting with him.

"Yes, neng. Well then, excuse me, yeah. Mari! Assalamualaikum." Mamad was polite.

"Waalaikumsalam," Imah answered the greetings from Mamad.

Mamad is an office worker, he is a regular staff at AJ Group company which stands in the property sector. At the age of three, Mamad is still single because he has not found the type of woman his dream. However, Mamad had put his heart on Imah but he was sure if Imah would reject it. Many villagers know that I secretly like Ali Ismail.

Leaving them, in another house looks a beautiful girl in her open clothes. He was watering the plants regardless of the hungry gazes of the adult men who were looking at him. The girl is named Hanum, she is currently twenty-seven years old and works as a model.

Hanum rarely came home, this time he was at his parents' house because he was on vacation at work. Hanum stayed the longest for two weeks, the rest he returned to the apartment outside the city where he worked.

Hanum snorted when the men's whistles hurt his ears, he threw a water pipe and walked towards the tap and rushed into the house.

Hanum's parents were the number one richest person in the village, they had a gold shop business in several cities. However, this does not make them arrogant even they are friends with anyone. Except for Hanum, he was very arrogant as he felt his parents were number one in the village and his wealth was unmatched by the others.

In the village of Sumber sari, the average population works as farmers, they are farming and rice fields.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" Mother Hanum— Siska asked the princess whose face looks jutek.

"I'm kelp, Bun. It was in front of a lot of men who were whistling like they were calling a bird."

"Are they whistling in front of you on purpose?"

Hanum nodded. "Yes, of course and I know it. Is there something wrong with me?" he continued while looking at the appearance.

Hanum raised his eyebrows. "Even in the city where I work a lot more open than this, Bun. But I saw the men there used to look at him, very different from the village."

"Life in cities and villages is certainly much different, dear." Siska gently stroked Hanum's hair, she treated Hanun still the same as a child.

"What's the difference, Bun?"

"You don't know, you're twenty-seven years old, son. Trifles like that you don't understand?"

Hanum shook his head accompanied by raising his shoulders. "I never found out because I didn't like it."

"Look, if there are city people entering the village must be their clothes and appearance is open, but they are ordinary. But the view of the villagers was different because they had never worn such open clothing. Well, if the villagers enter the city? Their clothes must be covered and fairly old-fashioned especially not stylish to follow the times, surely city people say if the clothes are tacky and village. However, we villagers just used to see it. Did you understand it until here?"

Hanum seemed to be thinking, he digested his mother's words well. A moment later, Hanum shook his head then he again put his shoulders together.

"Come, Bun. I'll try to understand it, bye! I want to continue my sleep first, last night live streaming with my friends until two in the morning. Hoam, I'm so sleepy."

The cup!

Hanum kissed Siska's cheek. "Bye, Mother."

He immediately set foot running up the stairs. Siska who saw her daughter's behavior just shook her head, she fell silent because she remembered her youngest daughter who had died twenty years ago due to an accident. Siska and her husband have been pampering Hanum ever since their youngest daughter Via died. This made Hanum used to be spoiled until he was an adult like now.

Siska— husband Bahri Kurniawan, patted Siska's shoulder until the owner jumped in shock.

"Gosh, Dad. Why does a hobby surprise me?" Siska stroked her chest that was about to jump out.

Bahri just laughed softly. "So I saw you daydreaming, Bun. What the hell are you thinking, hm?" tanyanya while embracing Siska's shoulder and they walked towards the dining table.

"Due, Dad." Siska bowed lethargic.

"They? He's been quiet in heaven, Bun. You don't have to worry about it, someday we will definitely meet again with our heavenly daughter." Bahri calms the wife, she as a place to lean Siska while being sad.

Siska nodded her head, it was very difficult for her to let go of the princess.

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