Being Mommy My Boss's Son

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Farhan carried Daren towards the security guard post. After arriving there Farhan dropped Daren and approached Pak Satpam who was sitting there.

" I'm sorry, sir..." Farhan.

" Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" Ask Satpam.

" So sir, this kid seems to be separated from his parents, but when I asked, He thinks of me as his father, I don't know him at all Sir." Farhan.

" Okay sir, I'll ask his son first." Said Satpam.

" What's your name, son?" Said the guard staring at Daren.

" Daeen Sir." Daren Sahut.

" Who are you here?" Ask the security guard again.

" Same Mama toruh cali dad." Daren Sahut.

" Did your father meet?" Ask Satpam.

" Us... This is Daeen's father " said Daren.

Mr. Satpam looked at Farhan, while Farhan only patted his eel.

" Where's your house?" The guard asked again.

" away... Isn't it Dad?" Daren Sahut.

The security guard looked at Farhan increasingly suspiciously.

" That's the problem, sir, if you ask him, he'll answer if I'm his father, even to the point of making my wife angry." Farhan.

" How do you really not know him?" Search Satpam.

" Bener Pak masa' I don't believe." Sahut Farhan's.

" But this boy is adamant if you're his father sir, then how is this sir?" Ask Satpam.

" Your mother's name, dear?" The security guard asked again to make sure who knew Mama Daren was here.

" Mama came home when I found you." Daren.

" I'm staying here, sir, who knows if his parents will come here." Farhan.

" What's the guarantee if he's not a father? Don't you don't leave him here on purpose." Said Satpam.

" This is my business card, if no one is looking for him then I'll pick him back up." Farhan.

" Okay, sir.... Here son is the same father first." Said Satpam.

" I don't want to come with you." Daren.

" Your father will pick you up here, Now wait here first and I'll be here again." Bejuk Satpam's.

" Daddy didn't lie, did you? You're gonna pick me up here?" Daren asked, looking at Farhan made Farhan not bear to leave him.

" Yes dear... I'll pick you up later, now I'll go home and see you later." Said Farhan kissing Daren's cheek.

" Okay dad.. Take care." Daren Sahut.

Farhan leaves Daren at the security guard's post, Actually he wants to bring Daren home out of pity on him, But Farhan does not want to make trouble in his household.

Farhan drove his car to his house. Arriving at Farhan's house immediately walked towards the room to meet Nesha.

Chequek..

Farhan opened the door of his room, looking at Nesha who was combing her hair in front of her dresser. Farhan immediately approached him, Not forgetting Farhan washed his hands first before approaching Nesha. Farhan took over the comb in Nesha's hand, with Farhan slowly combing Nesha's long hair. After neatly Farhan paled Nesha's hair with a black hair band.

" Done." Farhan said, kissing Nesha's cheek.

" dear... You still mad?" Farhan asked crouched down in front of Nesha. Farhan looked up at his wife's face.

" Hear me, I don't know that boy dear, I'm also surprised why he insists on calling me father, Believe me I've never had a relationship with another woman, Just my ex-wife and you love me.." Obviously Farhan cupped Nesha's face.

" Where do you live with that child?" Ask Nesha.

" I live in a security guard post." Sahut Farhan's.

" Why don't you take her home? Have you been to his house often?" Ask Nesha.

" dear.... I don't know him, I swear by anything, baby...." Farhan hugged Nesha's body.

" Believe me baby, I really don't know who he is." Farhan.

" I don't know.. It's hard for me to believe what you said, especially after what happened." Nesha.

" Dear this time I'm being honest with you, I don't know her at all, I don't taboo her where she comes from, baby.." Farhan.

" Here I am going to sleep, Lazy to discuss something with you because you will definitely not be honest with me, You always lie to me, you always lie to me, My belief in you just fades away with the many lies you hide." Nesha Sahut.

" Dear..." Farhan.

" I'm going to sleep, don't bother me." Nesha's voice enveloped her entire body.

Farhan sighed, He immediately walked to the bathroom to clean his body. Farhan flushed his body under the shower to relieve his stress. When Farhan had finished his bath, he walked to the bed and laid down his body beside Nesha. Nesha restricted her bed with a bolster in the middle of them. Not as usual. Tonight Farhan sleeps without hugging Nesha.

In the morning Nesha woke up early to make breakfast. It's been an hour in the kitchen. After finishing cooking Nesha immediately arranged it on the dining table.

" Morning dear." Said Farhan kissing Nesha's cheek.

" Hmm." Nesha muttered.

Ting tong's...

The sound of a bell ringing indicates a guest.

" Who's visiting so early, baby? Is that Nathan?" Farhan asked looking at Nesha. Nesha just put her shoulders together.

Nesha walked to the door leaving Farhan to continue his breakfast.

Czech....

Nesha opened the door and saw a man who looked like a courier.

" Package on behalf of Mrs Vanesha Ardiansyah." Speak Courier.

" Yes my own Mas." Nesha Sahut.

" It's Mom." The courier said she handed him a brown envelope. Nesha received the brown envelope from the courier's hand.

" I'm taking pictures of you as proof that the package has arrived." Courier Say.

" Good Mas." Nesha Sahut.

Czechoslovak..

" Thank you ma'am excuse me." Courier pump.

" Same same." Nesha Sahut.

Nesha closed the door again, walking towards the dining table with the envelope in her hand.

" Who's Yank?" Farhan asked after Nesha sat on the chair she had been sitting in.

" Courier." Sahut Nesha short.

" You ordered a package?" Ask Farhan. Nesha shook her head.

Nesha opened the brown envelope that the courier had given her, she took the contents inside that were like photo paper. Nesha took out the paper and...

Degs....

Nesha's heart stopped beating when she saw a picture of Farhan with a woman and a boy. They look so happy. Nesha's heart ached to see it, she was disappointed in the lie Farhan had told her.

" She..." Nesha muttered.

" Who's Yank?" Ask Farhan.

Pleks... Nesha throws the photo to the dining table in front of Farhan. Farhan took it and looked at him with a look of disbelief.

" This?????" Farhan.

" It's not like you think Yank, I don't know them Yank." Connect Farhan.

" Tega you Mas.... You lied to me again, you said you didn't know the boy, Then what is this Mas? You've even spent three hours with them, you're so happy to be in the middle of them... I'm disappointed in you, Mom... I'm disappointed." Nesha wiped away her tears.

" dear... I really don't understand, why are there photos of me with them? I swear to God I don't know them, baby... Believe it." Farhan.

" I don't trust you anymore... You're a liar." Nesha leaves Farhan.

" Dear listen to me.... I could have sworn my own life, baby, I'm not lying to you, someone must have deliberately set me up... That must be an edit." Farhan's words blocked Nesha's hand.

" Done." Nesha clasped her hand violently making Farhan's check loose. Nesha immediately ran away from Farhan.

" Dear...." Farhan chased after Nesha who ran a little outside the house.

" Dear listen to me, wait for me baby, listen to my explanation." Farhan is still chasing Nesha.

Nesha got into the taxi and closed the door violently. The taxi immediately left his residence.

" Ranghhhhh... Damnit... Damnit...Shit." Shouted Farhan's rough hair.

" Who would dare to play with me like this? I'll punish him." Farhan went back into his house.

Until the day almost before night Nesha had not returned to her home to make Farhan uring uring urgency, he tried to contact Sifa and ask the whereabouts of Nesha but Sifa also did not know. Farhan contacted his in-laws, The answer is the same, Mama Ranti does not know where Sifa is going. Farhan tries to track down Nesha's whereabouts through his cell phone but again luck does not side with him as Nesha leaves her cell phone in her room. Even Nesha did not carry her purse and purse, she did not carry any money at all. Farhan sat on the edge of the bed staring out the window.

" Where do you go, don't leave me again." Farhan muttered looking at the photo of Nesha on her phone.

Ting....

One picture message from private number.

Farhan opened the image message on his WA app.

Degs.... Jeduars....

Farhan is inflamed to see a photo of Nesha with another man entering the hotel room. He even slammed his phone on the floor. The shadow of his past trauma spun back on his brain, he remembers when Nesha said that the tragedy of his wife carrying someone else's child was repeated.

" What are you really doing Nesha... Did you really betray my love? If it's true why are you doing this?.... Do you want to repay me because I hurt you once?.... Don't do this, honey... I won't be able to live it." Farhan Monologue.

Farhan retrieves his phone, finds out where Nesha is at. After he bagged the hotel address, Farhan immediately went to his car. He drove his car at high speed. He did not care about his own safety, the most important thing he could find his wife who was with another man.

***TBC...

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