The Macau Love Story
15 (Pov Guide)

Ahh shit,,!!!

"Prophey brother! maybe the network is bad right now" said Clara, who has not seen me in days. And today accompanied me to take the challenge from Alvin.

He's the one I heard just won a gamble in Las Vegas, and the winnings he bet against me tonight.

"Sir Nayla must be fine, sister"

"Damn you signal!" I swear so many times while staring at the phone screen with an indication of a blank signal.

"We better prepare ourselves, the card game is about to start"

"Why ndu?" sela Alvin with a mocking look. "Why haven't you been sitting there?" he asked as he pointed at the Casino table with a glint of his eyes "Are you still not ready to fight me?"

"Can you shut up?" My eyes reddened back to his gaze.

"Look down my boss, don't bother" said Alvin

"Aren't you the one who's always hustling?"

After saying that, I stood up and prepared myself to sit in the place that had been provided to accept Alvin's challenge.

Throughout the card game, my focus was split between the game before me and Nayla. I admit he managed to fill my heart perfectly, not just in the present, but in the past.

It was not because of her beautiful face that made me finally see her, but the way she spoke to me, that was able to fill my mind.

The five-year-old girl, with a mole over her lips, rolled my eyes to keep looking at her.

"Try to focus more?" whispered Clara suddenly. He looked riled up when Alvin mastered the game.

One minute, two minutes, until it changed to a few minutes, I managed to catch up again, until the game time had exceeded an hour, Alvin did Fold with a stifled look of anger. He gave up by putting a closed card on the table.

Instantly my ears heard Clara and Rondi's screech simultaneously.

After defeating him, I immediately walked out of the gambling area, my goal was the apartment, because I couldn't wait to call Nayla to hear her voice.

Let Rondi and Clara take care of my victory.

Standing on the balcony, I took out a cigarette and a match and lit it. Afterwards my right hand grabbed the phone in my pants pocket. My finger nimbly looked for a contact named Nayla, then touched the dial button to connect me to her.

An indirect call was answered, maybe he was asleep because it was past ten in the night.

"Hello" the voice over there, instantly made my horse's feathers bristling, Gentle yet raucous. And my hand reflexively rubbed my nape.

After a little while of talking, he said that he was already sleepy. I asked him not to turn off the connection.

For some reason, every sentence that spoke from his lips, made me feel calm, his language was smooth and soft in accordance with the culture of the east, making me want to continue to hear it.

I can't imagine my little girl being bought by Alvin.

Back then, no matter where I was pushing, my little heart told me to prevent the Nancy I knew she was going to sell her daughter to Alvin.

I didn't know that she was Nayla, the little girl I used to hang out with while she waited for the papah to pick her up. The little girl that made me want to be with her always.

For years I searched for it, even visiting the home of Nayla's parents who were my only hope, but the owner had changed. And when I was about to give up, that's where Nancy showed me a picture of a beautiful woman her niece was going to sell. At first I just wanted to remind you not to sell it to Alvin, but my eyes were rounded when I looked carefully at the photo of the woman.

"Nayla" my inner self at the time was with Nancy who also called the photo Nayla.

It took up to two days to investigate the woman in the photo was Nayla. Not waiting long after knowing the truth, I immediately headed to Jakarta, then Jogja. Even I was willing to raise the price when Nancy realized that I really wanted to buy it. Unmitigated he increased four times the initial deal price. But fuck the money, all I need is Nayla.

Even I felt pain after hearing the news about Ramadan sir who had died with his wife in a plane crash.

Mr. Ramadhan, who always bought me ice cream, because he had accompanied his daughter, made me determined and promised in my heart to always take care of her daughter.

The memories that we carved as children, are truly dwelling in our memories up to this very moment.

About my wife, I wouldn't allow my otaku to imagine her face, because if that were to happen, I would really have to hold back and forget everything about our romance in bed. His figure with all its advantages always makes me want to see him immediately.

Until my woman was completely asleep, I just turned off her phone.

I had to put a soundproofing device in our room, because the distance to my mother's room was close enough, and my hands couldn't always concentrate on smothering her mouth every time we made love.

******

The next morning, I called her number again, this time I wanted to look her in the face before taking care of my hotel and restaurant.

"Assynogaic"

"Waalaikumsalam" I answered keeping the volume of the sound, because I saw him still on the bed wrapped in a blanket. "Have you woken up because of my call?"

"It's up, but it's still in the room"

I heard her long breaths, maybe she was gathering her consciousness bit by bit.

Then we were both silent, with the focus of my eyes constantly staring at him.

"Cock silent" he continued, who still kept his head down did not dare to look at me.

I subconsciously smiled seeing how she kept hiding her face.

"Mas" Call her when I'm still quiet

"Yes" I said briefly.

"If I want to get up first, go to the toilet"

"Can you come to the toilet?" tanyaku who Instantly made his face look up.

"Can't"

"Yes I've been waiting, but not matiin"

"Why not wake up?" I asked when he was in his place "he said he was going to the toilet"

"Later on"

"Tomorrow I'll go home, but it's probably night"

"Tock night?"

"There's work at the hotel"

"How many nights?"

"Even or twelve until"

"What time is it from Macau?"

"Nine"

"I closed first, mom, I think I woke up. Assalamualaikum" his saying hurriedly

"I miss you Nay" I said and returned his greetings.

He didn't answer me, and I knew it wasn't because he didn't miss me, but the prestige of saying I missed you too.