Don't despise my Shortcomings
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In the morning Grandpa woke up, and as soon as he woke up he opened his phone and read the report from the people telling him. Grandfather instantly deciphered the number of the person he trusted to carry out his mission.

"What are you writing in this message right?" ask snub in a firm tone.

" Right Sir, yesterday the people of Mr. Kifayat also said so," replied someone from there.

"Good if that is so, you just run the second mission, your work must be good and smooth so that no one suspects you!" Grandpa warned his men not to be rash at work, because it could be as if the people of Mr. Kifayat realize the chaos in his company there are deliberately sabotaging, so that it has a loss that is difficult to recover.

"Okay, my Master will be even more careful in carrying out the second mission" replied someone from a phone call confidently.

"Good, if that later I will add a bonus for you, because your work is very satisfying," said Grandpa before hanging up his phone.

"Mr Kifayat, I've been convinced that you are a crafty and very evil person. The way to fight you doesn't have to be with a sharp, dagger to marry you, a long Samurai to slash your neck, a shotgun to shoot you or a coffee containing cyanide. Those ways will just dirty my hands. I know you're the one who justifies every means to get a treasure. Then the way to destroy you is from what you like the most: wealth and power" Grandfather murmured with a cynical smile. "It's hard to wait to see the demon's destruction" Grandpa, not without the sudden cause of Grandpa marrying Cyra and Naqi, there's a hidden purpose Grandfather did that and everything is still in the research stage, but all the information and evidence points to Mr. Kifayat. Therefore Grandpa did these missions, with great care Grandpa did all this. Because if the wrong target can arise a war that causes many casualties.

Grandfather infiltrated Mr. Kifayat so subtly that they did not realize that the threat of destruction had surrounded him. Indeed Grandpa's plan was too subtle to suspect, so Grandpa could still breathe a sigh of relief.

Grandpa woke up and would meet his granddaughter who according to his household assistant was sick.

#Reverse to Naqi and Cyra...

Cyra blinked her eyeballs, adjusting to the dim light, grabbed her phone and stared at the screen at five in the morning. Cyra immediately rushed to clean up and carry out his duties as a Muslim.

Cyra who is poor in religious knowledge remains as much as possible always take the time to carry out his obligations. While Naqi who has a lineage from the Arab land is reluctant to perform the obligation to worship Tuhanya. Indeed, the worship of his business with the open heart of the descendants and so forth, perhaps the heart of Naqi is still untouched so it still does not want to do its duty.

After completing her duties, Cyra immediately approached Naqi. Well after being scraped and fed, Naqi was able to sleep soundly. Cyra placed the back of her hand on Naqi's temple.

"Alhamdulillah is no longer fever," said Cyra who felt relieved, meaning that Naqi's pain had healed.

When Cyra was looking at Naqi, suddenly Naqi's eyes opened wide and clashed with Cyra's beautiful eyes.

"Gapain you?" asked Naqi with a jutek, and her sexy heavy voice plus just woke up more hoarse and seductive.

"E.. that.Not yet had time to say, Naqi had already cut off)

"What do I ask?" Naqi again emphasized his question.

"Well, you're macem let alone steal the opportunity, not mean I accept all the help from you, you keep holding me. Want to fish, will not be tempted," Naqi said as he sat up from his sleep.

"Engga Mas, where dare Cyra steal the opportunity. Cyra thinks Mas is not Cyra's husband, Cyra thinks Mas is like kaka just as Mas considers Cyra adek Mas Naqi," Cyra replied with a bow.

"It has to be, remember our agreement." Naqi again reminded the status of their marriage.

"Yes Mas, Cyra will always remember," said Cyra, with his gaze down, not daring to look into Naqi's eyes.

Cyra thinks that her relationship with Naqi will get better, at least keeping each other feeling, but it seems not. Naqi returned jutek and restricted himself.

Naqi went into the bathroom to wash away her sticky body as sweat flooded her body overnight.

"Sorry Ra, I'm doing this so you don't fall in love with me. Honestly, the more days you did it made my heart shake. I'm just afraid I'll let you down, you deserve to be happy with another man. I'm afraid I can't make you happy, because somehow I feel like Rania wants to stay on her side and protect Rania. I'm sure you're stronger than Rania. You are a great and strong woman so that you can rearrange your life and you are still very young your life is still very long. If you were my soul mate, we would be together again. While Rania outside is strong but inside she is very fragile, I am afraid that if I leave her and choose to live with you it will make Rania more destroyed. Moreover, Rania is now struggling with her pain where she desperately needs support." Naqi lamented his fate.

Naqi's position was obviously unpleasant where he was faced with two choices where the two women both had different sides. Rania is firm and arrogant but actually weak, while the quiet Cyra looks weak but in fact she is more mature and patient than Rania. Naqi also when adjacent to Cyra is always comfortable and calm. Can't deny Naqi's heart was happier with Cyra's presence.

In the bathroom Naqi still set his heart that was not because of the presence of two women in his life, while Cyra in the room sat languidly on the bed.

His heart aches, it hurts so much when facing Naqi whose nature is always changing. Temporarily attentive and friendly so feel that Naqi also accepts this marriage, although it will eventually part, but at least be able to appreciate each other and take care. However, Naqi would sometimes act jutek and say often hurt his heart, without realizing Cyra cut clear details from the corner of his eye.

"Strong Cyra, you must be strong" Cyra said as she patted her chest. That was all Cyra could do, to strengthen herself, she was already a child faced with hardship and unfair treatment, and many times she could go through it all. Cyra believes this time he can get through it.

Although somehow the feeling this time is more pain, more chest tightness. "Is this called love?" lirih Cyra, " Ah, I don't say sir ustad if the soul mate will never run away, as long as we part will be reunited." Cyra is again encouraging herself, she wipes her tears, and will return with a cheerful Cyra.

Cyra prepared Naqi's clothes and would wait for Naqi to finish. Cyra had to make sure that Naqi was taking her medications. This was all Cyra could do as her baktu as a wife until the time of separation was coming. One more year? Sooner or later, only the author knows.

Naqi came out of the bathroom with a circular towel covering her bottom while her torn bread-shaped stomach was left to stain Cyra's eyes. His strength coolly rubbed his wet hair, rubbing it using a small towel.

"This fashion has Cyra ready," said Cyra with a cheerful face, as if nothing had happened just now....

Naqi was shocked, he thought Cyra had gone down first, but instead he still served her well, even though her words had gone too far.

"Why is he still so good, and again he doesn't seem sad to hear my words, is that so good of you Cyra? Why is making you so angry so hard?" in Naqi's mind, he was increasingly amazed by Cyra's nature.