Beautiful Romance 2's
Chapter 71 Beautiful Romance 2
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Malik and Lina were sitting waiting for their arrival in the Living Room of Kyra's house, but Zahila was nowhere to be seen.
“Where is Zahila?” Kyra asked Malik and Lina.
Mr. Malik immediately stood up from his seat as well as Lina who stood up.
“Nona Zahila was entered into madam.” Answer Mr. Malik.
Arrived – arrived Zahila out of the room that was once occupied by his parents.
“I'm here.” While walking towards them.
Kyra turned towards her sister.
“I think you went where. Let's go to mom and dad's grave.”
“Iya kak.”
Kyra then looked towards Maria who was standing next to her.
“Maria..we go first yes. Thank you for taking good care of this house.”
“Iya miss. I also thank miss.”
Kyra smiled at Maria.
“If there is time I will come visit again here.”
“Iya miss.”
Kyra and the others left their old house. They boarded the car Mr. Malik drove to the funeral of his parents.
Before long, they arrive at the funeral of Kyra and Zahila's parents. Kyra, Kaila and Zahila get out of the car. Mr. Malik and Lina were waiting for them in the car until they returned.
Kyra walks over to mom and dad's grave along with Zahila and Kaila.
When she got there, Kyra gave her flowers which she had prepared before coming there.
Kyra and Zahila crouched in front of the graves of her parents while Kaila stood beside her mother.
“Dad...mom, I'm back. How are you guys there, good – is fine. I'm sorry.because eight years never visited you. This time Zahila and I will visit you every year. With Kaila too, she's grown up now. Already in school, she is already a smart girl.” While rubbing – strokes of the tombstones of his mother and father alternately.
Kyra then looked towards Kaila.
“Sayang..ini grave of Kaila's grandparents. Let's say hello to them.”
Kaila directly bowed in front of the tomb of the two of them. “Halo grandpa.”
Re-enforce his body in front of the graves of his grandparents.
“I Kaila, nice to meet my grandparents. Kaila is now big, already able to take care of mom and Aunt Ila.”
Kyra smiled at her son's words as well as Zahila's.
Finished releasing their longs in the graves of his parents. The two of them returned to walk towards Mr. Malik's car parked in front.
Zahila got in the car and Kyra got in. He got into the car while carrying Kaila.
Mr. Malik drove his car back to Aditya's house on the beach.
Shortly after they got there, Mr. Malik stopped his car in front of the big house.
Kyra got out of the car while carrying Kaila followed by Zahila and Lina who came down. Kyra then dropped Kaila there while holding her son's hand inside.
While Mr. Malik parked his car in the garage of Aditya's house. He then entered his master's house.
While Lady Sintya who heard their arrival, immediately went down the stairs and walked over to them.
“You from anywhere?” Ask Madam Sintya.
“From mom's and dad's grave mi.” Sahut Kyra while looking at her mother-in-law.
“Oh...mami think you guys go – way because just came home at this time.”
“Not kok mi.”
“Well change your clothes. Let mami help Kaila change clothes.”
“Iya..”
Madam Sintya then held her grandson's hand.
“Iya.”
Lady Sintya returned upstairs holding her granddaughter's hand followed by Kyra and Zahila who were walking behind her.
Kyra went inside her room while Madam Sintya, Kaila and Zahila walked towards their room.
Lady Sintya entered the room with Kaila as well as Zahila who entered her room.
When Zahila was in her room, she arrived – arrived receiving incoming calls from unknown numbers.
“Whose number?” While staring at his HP screen.
He then raised the incoming call on his HP screen.
Phone Voice.
“Halo Zahila.” The man behind tefon.
“Whose you?” Asked Zahila while frowning.
“Kak Rey.”
Zahila's face immediately felt strange because arrived – arrived at contact by Rey.
“What does Om Rey contact me?”
“Kak Rey.”
“Iya...what is om?”
“Kak Rey's.....Zahila, not om.”
“Terusslah. Why call my number. Is Om Rey wrong number?”
“No....Rey didn't have the wrong number. Rey's sister called you to talk about your college problem. Rey's sister's picking you up at home tomorrow. We go together to campus.” Said Rey who continues to call herself Kak Rey so that Zahila does not call her by the name of om.
“Make what?”
“I will help you register at Treeya Campus. I told your sister.”
“Sorry yes om. I can list it myself. No need for help or anyone. Anyway my college file is still on Mas bagas.”
“Quietly..all of them already Kak Rey holds.”
“Loh...why is there the same Om Rey?”
“Kak Rey's....Zahila, Sister Rey.”
“Iya. whatever. But why is it the same om?”
Rey only sighed because Zahila never stopped calling herself om.
“Om...why not answer?” Ask Zahila back.
Rey did not respond to Zahila's question. He just said something else.
“Lusa I'll come pick you up, I'll come straight there ya.”
Rey turned off her phone without hearing Zahila's reply.
“Halo...hey...About Rey. I haven't agreed to it.”
He then looked at his HP screen.
“Ih. Not polite at all. I haven't said yes or no but it's turned off let alone he didn't answer my question?” Resenting.
Zahila threw her HP on the bed and went inside her bathroom. He soaked in Bathup with hot water that he had prepared. In his bathroom he nagged - nagging himself remembering Rey who seemed to force it earlier.
"Huh.om - om it. What does it mean to try, help me register on campus and even take my own campus files on Mas Bagas. Who is he, so close. Mentang - mentang his friend Mas Bagas and brother-in-law directly forced me so. He should have heard my answer just closed the phone. It's so obnoxious." He murmured while rubbing his body with water foam.
His face was very upset with Rey's behavior towards him.
After being satisfied with the bath, he came out of his bathroom wearing a white bathrobe on his body. He immediately threw his body on the bed while closing his eyes there.
"It's over with soaking hot water." Mumbled.
He then moved his body to fix his position. He lay down while pulling a blanket over part of his body. He slept there without changing his clothes and only wearing his bathrobe. That he did because he was lazy to move his body.
Seriate.