Ibu Azmi Novels & Stories

The man just nodded then sat down in the chair that was right in front of the chair's Shanum. “Eh?” The man furrowed his brow,” my chair here. Nih I believe.” Instead, he shows the ticket in his hand and the correct seat number is the number of the seat in front of the Shanum. That is a stroke of genius again is the man edged greenish with jaw firmly as well as thick eyebrows and an intense stare that looks Middle Eastern, but he very smoothly speaks the Language of Indonesia. Not even raw. Aware of the peculiarities in him which were noticed by the girl in front of him this, the man turned his head lazily.” I am Abizar. Just of Turkish descent but I was born in Indonesia. Exactly in Jakarta

I slowly went inside my apartment and in an instant, I fell on my bedsheet cover and fell asleep because I felt so tired. “Choose your side!” “I have to leave” “Please, don’t go” “Wake up, son” “Isaac” I woke up because of the dreams and the voices that whispered in my head. I remember now. He is Uzmael. The one who owns the white smoke and he is the one who wants to conquer God’s throne. He has a big ambition to rule the human and the spiritual world. I tried to recall his face but I couldn't remember even though I saw his face. It keeps on deleting in my memory. I tried to go back to sleep but I can’t sleep anymore. The sun is set high in the sky and it is already morning. Everybody is bu

This invitation gives you access to all floors. Please reveal the invitation to the Guards at the main door, and no one else. We hope to see you, Alpha Asher and his Team. As soon as my eyes grazed across the last line, I flipped the paper over. See you tonight. Maybe this time, you'll see me too. ~A