BLACK PEARL'S

CHAPTER 15

...بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم...

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The news shook my heart, the memory came back haunting, black mutira. Where I really wanted to have it I just felt a speck of pleasure, now crushed the fact that the message was another form of farewell he said.

‘i do not know you, but my heart says you are the right person who will take care of my granddaughter, please take care of her, and you should know I wouldn't be that easy as handing my granddaughter over to you if I didn't know who you were. Zachary’ words that hold meaning and puzzle still ringing in the head, I looked at the girl, yes the girl who just a few minutes ago I made a wife.

In my life there are no plans to get married, the thought of bringing women into my life I never thought of and this is what I see now, turns out I'm going to have a woman who's going to check on my days and my life. But one thing I won't take him in a circle of dark, thick black pearls. And I'm sure my life won't be the same again.

I stepped closer to her who was about to limp, hugging the tiny, fragile body from behind, giving her the backrest she needed, looking at me with my eyes. A single tear soaked my cheek made my breath choked. I strongly object to the tears flowing. My heart was torn to shreds to see it. And this is the second time I've felt this after the initial occurrence of the black pearl. I've always been by her side, I didn't let her alone in her frail days, but her toughness behind her tiny body made me realize she wasn't a weak girl, she was a strong girl, strong enough to keep everything to herself.

After the funeral, I looked for him who was not in my vision.

“Hanna was in her room, I told her to rest” tell Aisyah my wife's friend. ‘ ck. wife yes.' somehow my heart explodes like fireworks, but I brushed it off because I didn't want to feel that stupid thing any further.

I opened the door to his room, saw the contents of the room were so clean even though it was not as wide as my room but comfortable. He was lying down, I carefully closed the door and stepped closer to him until I realized that he was crying himself so bitterly. Then I sat on the remaining part of the mattress holding his shoulder making his stuffing stop and wake up. he looked at me without the cloth covering his face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes as her tiny nose were flushed like a tomato her tiny lips trembled. The appearance of her cute face when I cried the first time I saw her, she was still beautiful..

“need something?” it seemed like he didn't hear my swearing.

“I think you need it!” I turned his words around. I brought him in a trap. I was silent, as well as he who was still stiff in my arms, until I felt his body was rilex and he began to cry again. I attentively rubbed his trembling back. Until I was glued when my cheeks were wet, I felt it with my hands, not this was not sweat but my eyes were watery and the fur was wetting my cheeks in just one drop and this was the first time in a long time since that day.

‘impossible!!’ my mind thrashed in disbelief trying to deny the sense of a stranger penetrating the soul.

... Alardo the Arrogant man could not read the contents of his heart that was secretly breathing a foreign feeling that he was fighting. He did not know that the heart would be the power of God capable of it going back and forth...

...Flip it, so Mr. Arrogant wait for the date of the play when you will fight between your thoughts and feelings....

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