
Ghava continued to stare at the two women on his smart screen. His eyes seemed to be unwilling to escape from Zifa and her brother. Well, Ghava knows who Zifa and her brother Zara are because Kemal gives a description in every photo he sends. As if their eyes have their own charm so that Ghava does not get bored staring at the photo. Especially Zifa, since the first time Ghava saw a photo of the girl who according to Kemal just held a birthday event, managed to knock on Ghava's door. "Who Zifa is why her smile is so familiar to me, and also her face managed to make me happy," said Ghava, with a happy smile that she showed behind her tired face.
Ghava took another cell phone and immediately sent two billion dollars to the account Kemal gave him and said Kemal was Zifa's account. Zifa Ceylan Fthiyah, a beautiful name, as beautiful as her person," inner Ghava when reading the name listed as the name of the owner of the savings. Ghava had only seen Zifa and Zara this once, but Ghava had been pictured continuing to smile on Zifa's face.
The men could not imagine what their lives would be like without their parents. Now they have to share the suffering alone after the departure of their mother. Which her brother also suffered from a disorder of emotions that are not as stable. What kind of life will they lead? Ghava's feelings were suddenly thrown into confusion fearing that their lives would end up in vain. Ghava also became concerned with the fate of two women whose photos he still looks at.
"So, what is Kemal's plan to protect these two girls besides giving money and hiding his real self-determination?" Ghava will again ask Kemal about his plans.
#Fear of anyone coming, Kok Zifa has a new birthday savings book, so now there is my savings, savings are intended for minors who do not have a ID card, and so on, and the story is that Zifa had savings, because every sale he set aside and then he invested his personal keekening for the capital he continued his education. And Ghava immediately transfers to Zifa's account so that the mutation of Kemal's account remains clean of suspicious things that might be the queen suddenly raids.
Cllling.the voice of the incoming message, Zifa who was sad again when tidying up the house, which was only a matter of hours he would leave, hurriedly opened his phone. He thought Kemal sent the message, the article was Kemal said if there is any info will soon be reported to Zifa. And Zifa is indeed waiting for the info that might just give Kemal.
Both of Zifa's eyeballs seemed to be jumping when one short message told him that the tube had been successfully added to the balance of two billion. Zifa opened her eyes. "Am I dreaming?" inwardly Zifa, she pinched her arm also afraid that what she read was in her dream, but again Zifa felt pain in her cubs.
"It's not a scam, is it?" zifa asked herself again, and she read a short message sent from the bank. "Ghava Maulana, who is he?" zifa asked again, but in her mind she was immediately fixed on Kemal. "Crimals? Well, I have to ask Kemal, who sent this money? Only Kemal knew my account number, and only he said he would give me money worth the money that just went to my account number, too," added Zifa, he thought back to the scope of confusion why his life became very mysterious. Zifa felt that the life she lived was too mysterious outside the scope of her life. In a short time his life moved around, as if he was in a different dimension.
From him who felt happiness that he had not felt before, then in the somersault became a deep sadness with the death of his mother, then strange messengers, then, forcing him to leave his identity and start a new life. It is as if Zifa is preparing for the reincarnation into a new life. The girl was to the point of bewilderment was this really her two or was she stuck inside a different world?
The girl threw away her confusion and her temper, and replaced her with a face full of warm smiles. Well, now her brother is a one-satunyya family. His brother who keeps him excited to live this mysterious life. Zara is a person who does not feel sad or upset. Want to have a nature like Zara, without a passionate grudge. Zifa who was now a quiet girl filled with grudges in her heart. The goal is to survive and as if accepting this destiny is that he can avenge the injustice he receives. His life was played by the powerful until he lost it all. Now he is preparing for a new life. Life that can make him find the brain behind the disasters that his family experienced.
"Mother pray for your son to find that justice" Zifa's inner self before she approached her older brother who was still pecking on the wall whose paint was worn out. Zara stood scratching her head, as if she were gathering her life.
Zifa stroked the stomach of her sister who had been a little protruding for how many months now her brother's womb age. There was pain when Zifa did that. Why is there a man who is so cruel and heinous to commit rapes on his brother if the man did not see the innocent eyes of his brother at that time. What else is a madman who has no compassion? Zifa's tears came back down when she remembered that direction. Not tears of sorrow but tears of hatred.
Zifa swore the people who made her to the point of being tired of living this life should feel many times the sadness as well.
"What do you want to eat?" ask Zifa in her soft voice.
"What is the end of Ifa, laper," whined Zara. Coincidentally, Zifa made cassava leaf vegetables from behind the house and omelet.
Zifa led her brother and opened the hood which only had a simple menu. But a happy smile was seen on his sister's face. Zifa returned that smile.
"Sister, hopefully one day you'll know what's really going on with our family. Brother can remember what happened to our brother and mother. Just the brother witnesses the key, all of them" said Zifa as she looked at Zara eating, as if she was very hungry. Hate, Zifa will not be able to hate her brother. Zara is a lantern in a dark life, so there is no Zifa's alasana to hate her brother. He is special in the eyes of Zifa only sincere people can see that privilege.