Black Stain My Husband

Evidence from Delia

Zahra was aware of the alphard car following her from behind. The billion-dollar luxury car runs not far from the motorbike. His chest rumbled, a little scared. However, because the streets are very crowded make him try to calm down and focus on passing vehicles. 

Inwardly continue to pray kept away from distress.

Like Papa Herman's car, but there's no way he's following me. This is not the way to the office. 

Zahra turned her bike towards the narrow road. Wanting to avoid the car, afraid someone plans evil on him.

A few meters into the alley, Zahra stopped her bike and looked back. Sure enough, the car couldn't get in. He chose a shortcut to get to the restaurant. Although a little steep, it must be taken for the sake of not meeting again with the car earlier. 

But fortunately, good luck did not side with Zahra. When he almost drove on another road, the car had stopped in front of his motorbike, even blocking his way. It was as if he understood the path he wanted to walk.

A man in a blue uniform came out to him. Judging from his face was not the kidnapper type, his body was thin and his skin was slightly wrinkled. However, Zahra remained vigilant and tried to seek help. 

"Who are you?" ask Zahra intermittently. Walk backwards until his back hits the fence behind him. 

"I'm the driver of Miss Delia, she wants to meet with, you." 

"Mama?" pekik Zahra was shocked. His eyes looked at the car. Where her mother still sits in it. 

"I didn't want to see my mom" Zahra turned her head, grabbed her helmet back, but her movement was blocked when the driver took her ignition. 

"Give me the key, or I'll yell at the thief." Zahra raised her hand in front of the driver, but ignored him and walked back to the car. 

Zahra had to follow the driver to get her contacts back. Shouting was also useless, because the road was very quiet, and not a single person passed by.

Delia got out of the car. His eyes glazed over to see his now grown daughter. The little princess that he handed over to the husband has now become a beautiful woman like an angel.

Wanting to hug, but no courage, despite being born from his womb. They are like heaven and earth. Zahra is like a diamond that must be adored by everyone, while he is like a pebble that deserves to be trampled. 

Zahra looked at Mama Delia at a glance then turned her gaze the other way.

"We'll talk in the car." Shifting her body gave Zahra space to enter. 

"No, just here." Mama Delia smiled faintly. The reason Zahra did not want to accept it was obvious, definitely because everything he had was obtained from illicit money. And he could not force his daughter's will. 

Aunt Delia opened her handbag and reached into her cell phone. Not only that, the woman wearing a short-sleeved black dres also held a brown envelope in her hand. 

"It's about Aidin." 

Zahra looked at her mother questioningly. But as usual, the woman chose silence a thousand languages. 

"Four days ago mom saw him in Bali with another woman."

Zahra's body froze. Her face was flat with no expression, the resentment was mounting to hear aunt Delia vilify her husband.

Four days ago, that meant the first day of Aidin out of town. He did not know where the husband was headed, which surely the man was willing to work. 

"Maybe it's the work of mas Aidin. Mama can't be so prejudiced against him" Zahra argued with trembling lips. 

"Working buddies are not possible to go to the beach together. They also look friendly and sleep one room."

Zahra's body was limp for a moment, yet she tried not to collapse and remain strong. Don't want to look weak in front of your mom. 

"Did Mom have any proof?" asked Zahra with eyes that had been bathed in clear liquid. 

Aunt Delia opened the envelope in her hand and gave Zahra some printed photos. 

Sure enough, in the photo it was clearly visible when Aidin kissed the woman in front of him. They also look friendly with clothes that are not worth wearing. It was disgusting in Zahra's eyes. 

At that moment Zahra's tears burst out to accompany her broken heart into pieces. Didn't expect Aidin to do that to her. The person he loved, now squeezed his heart back to formless. Return to the deep wound.

Aunt Delia was shedding tears. He could do nothing but encourage his daughter. 

Poor Zahra, she must have been very tormented by this marriage. But what can I do, there's no way she'll accept my help. 

Aunt Delia could have taught Aidin a lesson, but with Zahra's consent, she was afraid of missteps and made him hate her even more. He wiped his tears. Without asking permission, then grabbed Zahra's body that looked helpless. 

"You patient, Mama knows what it's like to be betrayed, if you can't stand Aidin, go home to mama's." 

For the umpteenth time aunt Delia offered her kindness, but Zahra quickly refused. 

"I don't want to live with my mom." Trying to escape from her mother's embrace. Closing his face with both hands then tearing up the photo of Aidin which made his chest ache. 

This time Aunt Delia did not give up. He continued to persuade Zahra to act. "Mama like this is also because your father doesn't want to be responsible. Don't repeat what you've been through. Remember, Za. Life is not only to give in, but to fight for the truth." 

Zahra smiled wryly, wiping away her still spilled tears. 

"Don't talk about the truth. Mama herself has left father for the satisfaction of mother. Is that a truth? Mama also left me and chose to live with a striped man, is that a truth too?"

Zahra grabbed his mother's hand. From the bottom of my heart, I don't want to plant hatred. It's just, he does not know how to change the way of life Aunt Delia who was lost. 

"Mom is beautiful, but it'll be prettier if you want to close your aura, don't let them touch your body." 

Aunt Delia took off Zahra's hand and got into the car, if she talked about it, she chose to avoid it. His brain was deadlocked and never thought of changing as Zahra wanted. 

"Remember my mother, investigate Aidin." 

The driver reached out his hand and gave Zahra motor contact. 

After Delia's aunt's car passed, Zahra walked back to her motorcycle. 

Stop for a moment to remember the words of Aunt Delia. 

"What if Aidin really cheated. What am I supposed to do?"

At first glance terbesit want to go far if it happens, but Zahra was still weighing before taking the next step. 

Zahra drove back to the restaurant. Strengthening the heart that has actually melted.