A BETRAYAL!
Chapter 8
After finishing by checking on the Baby, they just went home to the Panti to prepare for the event later in the afternoon.
They went straight into the car through a secret road that indeed Rs had Mr. Darma.
"We wait for Roy first yes, he is taking his Test results" said Mr. Darma smiling.
"Yeah Dad" Mora and Mistress Hesti replied, nodding their heads.
Mistress Hesti continued to rub Mora's distended stomach, she did not expect that she would soon have a Grandchild.
"Geez, Mama is very impatient to wait for Baby to be born" said Mistress Nesti smiling little.
"I'm the same, Ma. But still have to wait another 2 months" reply Mora chuckled and joined rubbed his stomach.
"Oh, baby, where is your husband?" asked Mr. Darma while glancing at the back seat.
Mistress Hesti stopped her hand movements, she also waited for the Princess to answer questions from her Husband.
"She's on a business trip to City B, Dad" Mora replied, looking at her father with a shady smile.
"City B?" asked Mistress Hesti a little high
"Yes Ma, why is it?" ask Mora back.
Mr. Darma shook his head with a smile on Mora.
"No dear, your mother is just shocked and we just returned from there yesterday" replied Mr. Darma gently.
"Really? It must be exciting yes Ma in City B, I really want to go there but I am afraid to get on his plane" said Mora enthusiastically.
Mistress Nesti looked at Mora with sadness, she was even very sparkling just by hearing City B which in fact was close to City J.
"You going there, son?" madam Hesti asked gently rubbed Mora's arm.
"Now, Ma. But I will ask Mas Aron first" replied Mora with his sparkling face.
"Oh my God, it hurts so much to see a happy twinkle in my daughter's face that just wants to go to City B" inner Lady Nesti was tight.
"If you have given birth, then Daddy and Mama will take you abroad" said Mr. Darma smiling.
"Hehe if I go abroad anyway I've been, but it's been a while" Mora replied with embarrassment.
When Mrs Hesti was about to ask, the front door opened and Roy entered with an envelope from the Doctor.
"Sir, Madam, Miss , sorry to wait so long" Roy said with his flat face.
"What's wrong, Roy" replied Mr. Darma.
Roy gave the envelope to his master.
"Just open it" said Mr. Darma while giving the envelope to the Wife.
Mistress Nesti instantly accepted her, she excitedly opened the envelope.
"Ahh I expected" said Mrs Nesti happily.
Mistress Nesti then looked at Mora with her happy face, she hugged Mora's body warmly.
"You are my daughter, son" said Mistress Nesti smiling.
Mora immediately returned the embrace of the Mama happily, he was very happy.
"I'm so happy, Ma. At the end I found my parents" said Mora in the arms of her mother.
Mistress Hesti nodded her head and peeked at the head of the Princess a few times.
"Roy Street" said Mr. Darma.
Roy just started the car and left.
He looked at his Mistress who was happy from the glass, he also felt grateful for this miracle.
"I'm happy with all this, ma'am. And I'll be sure to reveal the truth again soon" Roy's inner voice with a sharp eye.
During the journey, Mora and the others just remained silent without much talk.
Even Mora leaned his head on the mother's shoulders spoiled.
Ting.
The sound of Mora's cell phone distracts them all.
Mora shook his head and picked up his cell phone inside the bag.
"Your husband has come, son"
That's the contents of the message from Mother Panti, he told her that her husband was already in the Orphanage.
"From Mom, he said Mas Aron was already at the Panti" said Mora slowly.
Mr. Darma just looked back, he looked at the Princess.
"Don't worry, later let Daddy answer the question if your husband asks us togetherness" said Mr. Darma calmly.
Mora nodded his head with a smile that sank everyone who saw him.
They returned silent, Mr. Darma ordered Roy to buy some food and toys for the Panti children.
Mora looked at his father with a smile, grateful to have a very good Father and Mother and not arrogant even though there are many treasures.
Mora knows, even very well, who the Widiatma family is. Even in the business world, the father is known as the king of cruel and indiscriminate business.
His wealth has become public consumption, companies in various parts of the country and abroad.
While his own Mama, he is famous for his flickering hands as a reliable Chef and famous Designer.
The results of his design are very satisfying and very famous in various circles.
And they are both famous for being loyal to each other despite their many obstacles.
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Aron, waiting for the Wife to be accompanied by the children of the Panti who have returned from elementary school.
Until his ears heard the roar of a car engine that stopped in the yard Panti.
"Za, please see who's coming" Aron told the handsome boy before him.
"In the meantime, Bang" said Za by storing his toys first.
After that, Za just ran out and saw who was coming.
Once he found out, he immediately went back inside.
"That's Brother Afnan and Sister Elisha, Bang" said Za who was sitting in front of Aron.
"You guys have played again yes, you will go ahead first see the preparation for later in the afternoon" said Aron by gently rubbing Za's head.
Za and the other children nodded their heads, then they went back to playing again.
Aron stepped his feet towards the front of the Panti, there was Mother Panti and the two friends of the Wife.
"Loh Aron, aren't you in City B?" ask Afnan confused.
"Yes, this just came, Af" replied Aron sitting next to Mother Panti.
"Ohhh" Afnan nodded his head.
"Mom, Mora who's the same as Rs?" ask Elisha
"So taking an online taxi, son" replied Mother Panti smiling.
"Ck, why didn't he just call me huh" Elisha grumbled in annoyance.
While the others were just indifferent, as well as Aron, he was busy with his cellphone.
"*Why do I feel there is something yes Aron, O Allah may it be just the feeling is not true" Afnan's inner self with a glance at Aron.
"But I'll find her with Elisha later" her inner back*.
Aron kept his cellphone ticking with a small smile, not even realizing that two pairs of eyes were staring at him suspiciously.
Even Aron didn't realize that Mother Home was gone from there.
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