The Energy Of Love 2
Beginning of Story

Sail back. The voice calls. For years, the heart has always been longing. No listening to his voice as a sanitary coolant. Without his body. All that is imagined is his smile. A sweet smile that stirs the heart.

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Hervard University, United States

The bright blue sky seemed to be friendly to this most impressive moment. The towering sun also illuminates Uncle Sam's country. Complete with spring that adorns the famous university. This luxurious and legendary building is no longer foreign in the eyes of the world. Universities that have scored many entrepreneurs even successful and accomplished people.

Five years have arrived today. Joyful cheers echoed on the front page of Hervard University. Today the graduation of students and students majoring in business. Black and red graduation toga became the hallmark of the university. They radiate a hue of happiness.

Some of them, some choose photos together with their friends, some embrace each other passionately because of graduation this year. So happy, some of them threw graduation hats up to the sky. Students and students are not only from local people, each of them from various countries. Including southeast asia.

Among the sorority and students who enjoy the happiness of graduation, there is a back of a man who is 180 centimeters tall, enthusiastically shaking hands with other male friends.

That said, the black-haired man was known for his intelligence and kindness. He was among the students with the best grades representing Indonesia and South Korea. Graduation this time he and his friends got a Bachelor of Business.

"I didn't expect, one of the other Asians. You're best!" compliment a blue-eyed man with an English accent. The parasite is handsome. He was amazed by the achievements of his friend who was a mixture of Indonesian and Korean.

"Ah, that's not all. In addition to achievement, you also obey worship. Really, I'm sorry, the beginning of you here once insulted you. Apparently you have a good attitude," flattered a sweet black man with an American accent. (It turns out you have a good attitude.)

"Come on, don't praise me like that. I might faint in front of your faces, hahaha," joked the black-haired man who was praised by his two friends earlier.

The three men laughed happily, recalling college days to date. Time is running so fast than expected, five years of struggling to study in the Land of Uncle Sam.

All will not be in vain when there is a strong will and determination. Nor did they betray the results. All have achieved satisfactory and proud results. Not only for the family, but also proud of their respective countries.

"Mas Lee, is this graduation ceremony over?" asked a confidant driver who was behind the man in the black uniform.

The man called Lee turned around. The beautiful oriental face has a thin barb on the chin. Eyes narrow like a crescent moon is an attraction. Fortunately, there he was gathering with his fellow men. If you get together with female friends, of course, he became an idol of women at this university. It seems that it is no longer foreign. But these days, he's making other people pangling. The more mature, the more authoritative and dashing. Who else, if not Henry Lee?

"Oh, yes, is it time?" tanyanya smiled sweetly.

"Don't you yourself say you've missed your four women?" ask the driver.

"Oh, who are you four women? You are amazing, Henry!" the blue-eyed man. (Oh, who are your four women? You're amazing, Henry!)

"Hahaha, I mean, my four women are my mother, my brother, my sister and my future wife" Henry replied. His heart felt racing when saying the wife-to-be.

"I think you have four wives, hahaha."

"Oh, of course not. I have one beloved wife."

"Are you getting married soon after graduation?" ask the sweet black guy.

"God, my love is already anchored to him. I'll invite you to my wedding later" replied Henry.

"Congratulations, Henry! God bless you," said two men simultaneously. (Congratulations, Henry! God bless you.)

Before Henry left, he first shook hands with his fellow men, said farewell after graduation, then they supported each other's ideals to be achieved. The hue of excitement still radiated from their faces.

Some were saddened by Henry's departure at that time. After hugging each other and shaking hands, Henry enthusiastically ran. His right hand waved towards his friends. While his left hand carries a graduation hat and graduation diploma.

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Tembalang, Semarang

A black sedan car stopped in front of the fence of the Integrated Islamic School in Tembalang Semarang. In the car was a woman wearing sunglasses, she momentarily saw enthusiastic-looking children entering the multi-storey and luxurious building. Except for a boy who was sitting nearby.

His son is now ten years old. His body is high. The once cute face turned handsome. But today the look on the child's face looks gloomy like it has a burden of mind. He just stared at the car dashboard.

From behind the sunglasses, the mother glanced at her son dressed in a school uniform. He understood the heart and mind of his eldest son.

"Zayn," called the black-glassed woman to the boy. Yes, this boy is Zayn Achmad Al Khoiri who has grown into a big new boy.

"Well, when is Henry busy, Ma? Is Henry not serious about Mama? Why did Mama wait for Henry? If Henry is not serious, Zayn wants to know Mama to Zayn's homeroom teacher," Zayn grumbled to his mother who is none other than Maghfira Annisa.

"Marry again or have a Papa on the line isn't that easy, son!" fira Strictly.

"Zayn's shy, Ma. Every year Zayn doesn't have Papa. Every time there is an event, there is always Mama, Grandpa and Om Bryan. They have Papa complete with his family. While Zayn?" he said a little loud. Zayn's round eyes began to condense staring at the mother.

"Are you really ripe for Papa to connect? Papa and Papa connect it differently. Okay, grateful that you have a good Papa connection. If otherwise? Nauzubillah, don't let that happen" explained Fira.

Zayn turned his face and fell silent. His gaze was flat looking at the road outside the car. While Fira just gripped tightly the steering wheel of the car. He always tried to understand his son, explaining that having a connecting father was not as simple and beautiful as he imagined.

Fira wants Zayn to think realistically, not because he hears the chatter of his friends who always drop mentally. Actually Fira knew and was furious with the speech that made Zayn depressed. But the boned tongue always bullies Zayn because he does not have a father figure.

"Mama, when do you want to take Zema to Kindergarten?" ask a six-year-old boy. Zema Abian Achmad, Fira's second son. He who sat behind was almost forgotten because Zayn and Fira were busy arguing.

"Oh, yes, Nak--- for a moment, yes," said Fira looking back, then glanced at his eldest son who is now sitting in the fourth grade. "Zayn, get into school. Mama's going to take Zema to Kindergarten."

Zayn embraces the bag. As a child must shake hands and kiss the back of his Mama's hand. His wistful face said, "Yes, Zayn went to school."

"Don't listen to them, yeah! Didn't we choose Henry as a member of the family? Oh, Henry, good man. Patience, Zayn. Henry will be back soon." Fira often said such words in order to convince Zayn.

"Hmm" Zayn briefly got out of his mother's car. Zayn was a bit rude about closing the car door.

From behind the sunglasses, Fira continued to monitor her eldest son. He prayed for Zayn so that God would protect his son. For a moment Fira fell silent, remembering the events of five years ago befalling her. While he was in Malaysia, following Rafi until the accident almost took his life.

A few days after the critical period, Fira was declared cured. He was happier when Fatih-his father blessed his relationship with Henry. But on the other hand, he felt insecure because Fira who has now been different.

Fira took the device, contemplating it had been too long not knowing news from Henry. Last met with Henry when he arrived in Singapore with Bryan, but Henry just paid off to Semarang. That was also Fira was about to reveal the right choice for Henry but has not been delivered. Because his heart was still worried between Henry or Rafi.

His fingers surfed on camera. Gawai branded Apple-Phone today is quite good and expensive. The front camera is like a clear mirror so as to produce a slick photo. Fira's left hand slowly opened the sunglasses that covered the pair of eyes. He looked in the mirror on the front camera.

Fira's round eyes began to condense. His right eye looks normal. But the other case with the left eye is assisted by a special lens in deep black. Not like the eyes in general, because Fira's left eye had suffered heavy injuries at the time of the accident five years ago. His vision was blurry so his left eye had to be helped by a special eyepiece.

Fira batin pilu until goosebumps. "I'm not like I used to be. I'm the woman with the blurry eyes next door. But with my current condition, does Henry still want to accept me?"

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