The Energy Of Love 2
A Heart that Awaits Certainty From You

The beauty salon on the sign is called Firanssa. Salon for women. Its strategic place is in the middle of Semarang City. This salon is still one region with Simpang Lima. The second-level building was in aesthetic design with natural beauty and flowers. Of course, making every woman who will take care of her face and pamper herself at home in this salon.

I don't know how long the owner of the salon will continue to stand in front of the salon? Who else if not Maghfira Annisa. Every before he entered the beauty salon, Fira looked at the beautiful buildings that women in this city like.

He had sunglasses on his face. Now a pair of Fira's eyes are clearly visible, even though his left eye is wearing a deep black eye lens. Even so, do not reduce the level of a typical ayu with a yellow skin.

"A beautiful building that refreshes my eyes. Plus the morning air that cools my breath. Salon known to many women. The beauty salon I dreamed of became a reality. Saved for three and a half years, while I was still working in Singapore. If you remember the ups and downs pioneered this salon, it feels touched by itself and for more than a year can achieve success" said Fira.

"I've made my dream come true as a career and independent woman. Zayn and Zema got a decent school. The future I plan to have with the kids is now in sight" he added.

"Every story meets a test. Test every human according to their abilities. God tests man, does his servant remain patient and trustworthy or vice versa? I believe that if patience and trust are able to pass through the storm, it will one day be replaced with peerless happiness. But ..."

His shaky steps while carrying a bag, then tidying up the ivory white tunic. Fira's appearance is still the same as before. Casual dress style wearing tunic, toad pants, and triangular floral hijab cover the chest.

Fira continued to step foot into the salon. The beautiful still youthful paras was welcomed kindly by the salon's female employees. Fira smiles at her employees. Fira's smile is supposedly-the one Henry always misses.

"Good morning, Ms. Fira," they greeted her with a respectful greeting.

"Good morning too, everyone," said Fira.

"Hopefully your day is a pleasure, Miss Fira" they said.

Fira. "Thank you, so do you guys, yeah."

The women return to their jobs. Fira rushed up the stairs leading to the second floor. Arriving at the office, he closed the door. Fira did not immediately sit on the chair, instead putting the bag on the table. This thirty-year-old woman came to the window. Her soft fingers touched the soft cotton white curtains. Looking at the sunlight that began to soar.

Fira's work room is cold because of the AC, but all that does not make Fira's heart cool. His success has now been achieved. She can be a strong single mom because of her hard work for her two sons. Passing through the period ranging from simple life to success as it is today. But on the other hand, his heart has long been waiting for the presence of the figure of the man of the heart.

Fira closed her eyes. It feels warm in the bloodstream until the heart beats faster. Fira touching the chest. Instantly his body trembled if longing and pooping it began to stir.

"Five years with no word from you. There is no communication between us. Long distance hasn't allowed us to meet. Only prayer can I offer. Prayer can treat longing for the person I love. However, are you far in the eyes the same as me? Do your written feelings remain in your heart? This heart is still waiting for certainty from you" said Fira. The corner of his eyes began to shed tears holding back the heart.

"I love you, Henry Lee," she wrote again until her lips trembled.

When Fira's mood was sad, suddenly the door of the room opened. A girl who is a salon employee entered the room, Fira was a little surprised by the presence of a female in Muslim uniform. Fira rushed to wipe away the tears while arranging the hijab. He smiled and approached his work.

"I'm sorry, Mom, if I go in the room, I'll go in" the girl said.

"Oh, Princess, that's no problem. What's up, huh, Put?" said Fira.

"There's a woman who might be the same age as Mom. He was waiting for Bu Fira downstairs, in the waiting room," explained the girl called Princess.

"Who, huh?" thought Fira frowned.

"I don't know her name, but she looks beautiful and luxurious. If another woman says, she has a big company, Mom. Sorry, excuse me first."

The princess came out of Fira's room. Without a second thought, Fira rushed down the stairs. Curiosity makes him rush to meet the woman referred to Princess. Only in the half of the stairs, Fira can see the figure of a woman wrapped in fashionable Muslim clothes. But all that was shown was the woman's back. When viewed, the style of dress fashionable and formal muslimah. With a pashmina hijab attached to the shoulder.

"Who, huh? The caliph? But she's not her hijab style. The velia? The medina? It's not possible either, because they are now dressed in shari'i," thought Fira.

Fira arrived on the ground floor, approaching the woman who was still behind him. Fira looked at the woman from the tip of the hijab to the flat shoes the woman was wearing. He was as tall as he was. Fira felt this woman was unfamiliar. He was again trying to remember this figure in front of him.

"Assalamu'alaikum, how can I help you?" greet Fira kindly.

The slender woman then turned her body. He is now directly dealing with Fira. Sontak Fira was aghast when the presence of the old woman he had not seen for five years. Because of their last meeting when Fira was in a coma because of the accident in Malaysia.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, sister-in-law," said the woman as she opened the sunglasses perched on her two eyes. Paras woman of Korean descent is so beautiful and youthful.

"Na-naomi. L-this is Naomi?" fira tergugu-gugu.

"Well, yeah, who else? Pangling, yes, the same me, "the funny woman who is no stranger to Fira, Naomi. Brother of Henry.

Fira then covered her face with her palm. She blushes with Naomi's presence unexpectedly. While Naomi just laughed a little at Fira's shy behavior. Fira has not changed. As before, there is a driving nature.

Slowly Fira opened her palm and said, "Astagfirullah, why don't you tell me?"

Without waiting for Fira's permission, Naomi hugged Fira and said, "*S*urprise dong! God, you've been successful, yes, now."

"Alhamdulillah. O God, Naomi, we have not seen each other for a long time. There is no communication anymore. Our last time together was in Malaysia. Uh, you came home while I was in a coma. Basic, yes, busy people, hehehe," said Fira as she stretched Naomi's embrace.

"This is again confiding, yes. Hayo, ngaku! It's a pity my sister-in-law, hahaha. Yeah, I'll help Henry with the company. The company needs me too. Henry was also busy studying in America. And again, Papi also fell ill," Naomi explained.

"Yes, this is again confiding, huhuhu. Yeah, yudah, yuk, we're talking in my room," Fira invited and then grabbed Naomi's shoulder.

"I also want a facial treatment here. Make me free, right? Haha."

"Make her brother Henry--- uh, sister-in-law free, tis! Haha."

These two successful women climbed the stairs leading to the second floor. Fira's feelings are slightly treated because of the arrival of Naomi in her salon. Seeing Naomi's face that was almost similar to Henry was like seeing Henry in front of her. But Naomi is now different, Naomi was still wearing clear glasses. Now there are no more clear glasses perched in two narrow eyes Naomi. There was only a blue lens in Naomi's eye.

"Crowding makes us pangling" said Fira, carrying two cups of warm coffee.

"That's right! Taking care of the company makes me really hardworking. Likewise with my sister, he is now a mature and hardworking man" Naomi said.

Fira's cheeks are a bit red. He lowered his head slightly while putting two cups of warm coffee on the table. Slowly he sat down on the sofa right next to Naomi. While Naomi was happy to see Fira blushing in embarrassment. As if Naomi could read Fira's heart from the look on her face.

"You miss Henry, don't you?" kelakar Naomi teases Fira.

Fira then looked away and said, "Emm, the miss is even Zayn. He always asks Henry when to come home?"

"Here, Zayn's mother also misses Henry, right?"

"Ih, no!" refute Fira chuckling.

Fira and Naomi sipped a cup of warm coffee each. The atmosphere so silent for a moment, the aroma of real coffee is so distinctive and fragrant. The mind also becomes calm.

Fira sighed while staring flatly at the workroom. The look on her face described wanting to tell Naomi a lot about her heart. About years of longing harbored for Henry. But the shame of Fira undoes his intention to tell about the contents of the heart so far.

"How are Ms. Intan and Mr. Lee?" fira looked back at Naomi.

Naomi replied, "Alhamdulillah, my parents are healthy. Only Papi is paralyzed and unable to speak. He was just sitting in a wheelchair. Just so you know, Papi can't wait to see you, you, Fir."

"Hehe, is that true?"

"Yes, right dong. Papi was curious as to what kind of beauty his future daughter-in-law, hihihi."

"Hehe, so embarrassed. Greetings to Ms. Intan and Mr. Lee."

"Alhamdulillah, there is good news again, Fir. During these five years, me, Henry, Raditya and Jae were able to get through the company's pioneering years. So, Excellent is not only in the field of entertainment, but also in the field of advertising. Yes, in Seoul South Korea and in Semarang."

"God, thank God, then, I'm happy if you succeed. Mr. Lee would also be happy if his company was redeveloped by his children."

"Alhamdulillah, Papi is proud of our cooperation. So has Henry's hard work all along."

"So, what structure is that? I mean, Henry and you as what?"

"Me and Henry as owner dong. Jae and Raditya as founders. Now it's delicious, if the structure was still a mess. We are still working hard and slamming our bones. Thank God, with success today, in our company we can appoint others who deserve to be CEO."

"You are entrepreneur dong. Can work a lot of people."

"Yups, that's right!"

In the middle of a conversation between Fira and Naomi, the ringing of Fira's device rang on the desk. Fira got up from sitting and approached the table. Naomi took a warm cup of coffee.

Fira saw the screen of the device that was on. The device was taken there was a call from his personal assistant named Lefia Hanum. The assistant in charge of looking after and caring for the two Fira boys. He picked up the phone from Lefia.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Miss Fira!" lefia said out loud. Fira was familiar with the tone of the ceplas-ceplos of Lefia.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, what's up, Lef? How's Zayn and Zema?" said Fira.

"Oh, Miss Fira! Mas Zayn and Zema this loh, he said permission to go to Ciputra Mall, which is not Mas Bryan. Mas Bryan said there is the latest toy production from abroad. So Mas Zayn and Zema decided to go there. But, I said, permission used to be the same Mama, later Ma'am Lefia scolded by Mama if you do not permit. How's dong, Mom?" lefia clear.

Fira laughed a little. "Oh my God, why? Not anything at all times. Zayn and Zema can buy the same toys. In Ciputra Mall, right? I will go there."

"Oh, that's it, yes, Miss Fira. Okay, ma'am, this is directly relayed to Mas Zayn and Zema. God willing, I will also remind you of Mas Zayn and Zema's eating schedule."

"Yep, hehehe. Yeah, you go, be careful. Take care of Zayn and Zema not to be fussy. If it's fussy, Bryan's asking for responsibility."

"Ready, Boss Mom!"

The conversation between Fira and Lefia ended. He switched off the phone from Lefia, then smiled while shaking his head. The woman thinks there's a problem Zayn and Zema are having. Lefia is so, she likes to make people stubborn with her innocent and lewd words.

When Fira was about to put the device on her desk, the ringing of the device again sounded as if there was an incoming call. But this time it was not Lefia's contact who contacted her, but rather a foreign number she had never known. Fira frowned with curiosity. He raised the incoming call from the foreign number several times.

"Assalamu'alaikum, who is this, huh?" said Fira.

There was no reply from the caller. Behind the call was like there was noise on the street. Fira was silent while waiting for the caller's words. Fira began to grow angry with the caller, it had been five minutes there was not a word from the person.

"Hello, with whom, huh? If there's nothing important, I'll end this call!" furious Fira.

"I miss you." The wet raspy speech of a man finally sounded clear. Fira was shocked when she heard that speech.

"Hey, who are you?" asked Fira curiously and then bit the index finger.

Unfortunately the conversation was quickly turned off by the mysterious caller. Fira tried to call the foreign number back. But the caller was so deft to turn off the device, so the phone number could not be reached. Fira thought at once wondering who was presumptuous to talk like that.