Not Ended yet
Chapters. 235
Jihan walked towards the entrance of the London eye rides. But, his steps came to a halt when it was right in front of the entrance.
"Sorry where's the ticket?" Ask a tall, well-built man who is in charge of checking and picking up tickets for visitors who want to enter the vehicle.
Jihan cursed at herself so out of focus that such an important thing could not be remembered, that she this time was lost. Though the habit of Jihan is not like this in his daily life.
Jihan patted her eel so excited, upset, sad, disappointed and hurt that everything was forgotten by her. Jihan smiled shyly, because her handbag and mobile phone bag were forgotten.
Jihan chuckled at the man's words, "I'm sorry I forgot" Jihan said shyly.
"I'ts okay," the guy replies.
Jihan immediately turned to the back and was about to pick up her bag and cell phone in her car. However, the scale stopped which had just turned the body.
"This is Miss's ticket, sir" said a man.
Jihan looked towards the source of the voice and was quite surprised to see who it was until her mouth was gaping with furrowed brows.
"That's for me?" Jihan asked as she pointed towards her own chest.
The man only smiled faintly while nodding his head.
"But" he said, Jihan was cut.
"There's no buts or you want to miss the game" he said the man who is not yet known his name immediately pulled Jihan's hand after depositing the ticket needed.
Jihan simply knitted her eyebrows together while following the man's footsteps without much protest or a word not spoken on her lips.
"My name is Faiaz Albar Wilson" said the man, who introduced his name without being asked by Jihan.
Faiaz continued to walk through the several crowds of people by continuing to pull at Jihan's very obedient hand.
"I'm sorry, did I ask you whose name is it? Don't you! Jihan removed Faias' hand grip from her hand. " The problem with the ticket I'll change. I just forgot to bring my wallet and my phone." Ketusunya Jihan.
"I'm just information that you may need and you may want to know my name" said Faiaz, who has been searching for Jihan's family background and Jihan's personal identity.
You're Grandpa Septa's granddaughter Danu Triadji his friend opaku. If not one of you will be betrothed to me later as said recently by my grandfather and opaku.
Tomorrow you will get married, but if you are going to get married then who is the man who made you cry in the hotel?
Zayden seemed to have forgotten something very important. I had to send a chat to Zayn to ask him who the man that made you cry was.
"You need it or not, it doesn't matter to me the most important thing you have to know my name. So that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I don't have to ask you any more" Faiaz said.
"Anyone wants to meet you! I don't need to see you. It could be that I was unlucky to meet you a third time," Jihan paused her words while looking around her.
Jihan then raised her two fingers right in front of Faiaz's eyes, "just twice we've met! Don't add any more to the future stop enough today!" The firmness of Jihan who immediately left the place where they argued.
Faiaz simply smiled faintly in response to Jihan's words of judgment and said nothing more. Jihan breezed away from the place without caring about the response from Faiaz.
"Jihan Yuanni Ulli Triadji, I'm sure we'll meet again and by then you won't dodge our meeting!" Faiaz cried who deliberately hardened his voice but used Indonesian.
He's good at speaking Indonesian, who exactly is that guy and where does he know my name? Even though our meeting was only a blink of an eye twice.
Uhh! It is not the time to think about all the possibilities that could happen. Better get to the rides before playing.
Jihan quickly walked towards the London Eyes rides. He sat down and began to fix his seat. He recalled the times a year ago, when Gamal Audrey took him on the ride with him.
Her tears suddenly fell down so much that she did not know who was sitting in front of her.
Bang Gamal, I didn't expect that our relationship should end. I didn't expect if you cheated on me even married another woman who was older than me.
Jihan turned her head upward so her tears could stop dripping. Because he was so trying to hold it, the faster the rate of tears that increasingly berambut river.
His sobbing sound was so clear that he was quite embarrassed, as it only became apparent that someone else was with him in the London-eye cubicle.
The man thrust the sky-blue handkerchief before him Jihan, without turning his head towards the man, he took it without waiting for long.
Jihan rubbed her face roughly and no longer cared about her make-up makeup or her hijab location anymore.
"It's just a jerk and a bastard like him you cry! Your tears are too precious for her" the man said.
Jihan raised her face towards the person speaking which from her voice was very clear, if that person was a man.
"You again!!" Sorry Jihan.
"I told you that we were going to meet again. Now I prove to you what I said" Faiaz said.
Just right he was Faiaz who had come out of the hotel owned by his grandfather's friend where his beloved girlfriend booked a hotel to stay for a few days because he enjoyed his honeymoon vacation.
"I'm really surprised sometimes that people who waste time just disturb the peace of others!" Ketus Jihan's.
"I never waste my time, because honestly my time is very valuable, including now my time is very valuable to accompany my future paradise," he said Faiaz.
Jihan glared her eyes and her mouth gaping at the words from Faiaz.
"Oh my God, Rob was wrong! Why am I meeting a strange man like him!" Jihan screams that want to stand up from her seat and try to change the room, but her efforts stopped when the vehicle engine was running.
Until his body shakes and shakes because his feet do not stand well on the floor.
"Aargha!" Jehan screams that his body has fallen on the body of someone who tried to help him.
Jihan's body fell directly over the chest of her field Faiaz and her hands rested on the chest of her field Faiaz.
Faiaz stared intently at Jihan's eyeballs that were as clear as morning dew as sunlight. What Faiaz did was not much different from Jihan's condition. He stared into the black net of the hazel-eyed Faiaz.
While elsewhere, Dusk has been pacing back and forth waiting for the return of his two twin daughters who have not appeared as well.
"O Allah where Jihan went, why not come home yet when she left from this afternoon" complained Dusk who stood there and there in front of the doorway.
Zania Mirzani, Icha, Hana, Jingga, Naysila and her grandparents Jihan waited for the twins to come with a head-scarp look at the twilight that was like an iron here and there.