Black Stain My Husband

Darren's anger

On the way home, there was no talk. Aidin was busy with a fairly solid road, while Zahra was staring outwards. Thinking of Mr. Herman's request as if demanding himself to return. 

Even if I came back, it would only make Aidin hate me more, but pity papa, he must be disappointed. 

Glanced at Aidin who looked calm. As time departed, Zahra was sitting in the backseat like a master and a driver. She would not sit in the chair of her husband's former affair. 

"Sial," said Aidin slowly, but still can be heard by Zahra.

Aidin was completely stuck in a severe jam, and it made him impatient and eager to continue swearing. 

Cell phones ringing broke the silence. 

Aidin immediately picked it up, it was from Amera who asked to be picked up. 

"Sorry, Me. Looks like I can't pick you up, it's jammed up." 

Tut Tut Tut 

Amera immediately disconnected her connection without answering. 

"If it wasn't for Darren's sister, I wouldn't drive you." Staring at Zahra from the reflection of the spy. 

Zahra smiled cynically. "So I've rejected your call. But you keep forcing me. We should have told Darren what happened, not to be covered up again. Sooner or later, he'll know because I told papa about our divorce."

Aidin's eyes were perfectly rounded to hear Zahra's already sassy speech. 

Again the ringing of the phone made Aidin divert his emotions. He immediately stared at the name that flashed on the screen. 

Brother Darren, why call me?

Suddenly Aidin's fingers trembled, but he still shifted the green badge. His heart skipped a beat, between fear and nervousness. 

"Ha..hello, Brother," said Aidin doubtfully. There was fear that made his voice restrained. 

"Later when Zahra gets home, you go straight home, there's something I want to talk to you about" Darren said coldly, making Aidin's brain start guessing.

Almost fifteen minutes, the road finally began to loose. Aidin returned to his car. However, he stopped her again by the road. 

"Down!" titah Aidin's. 

Zahra looked to the left right of the road then looked at Aidin from behind. 

"It's still a long way off, Mas. Soon Maghrib," said Zahra puzzled. 

"Quick down!" aidin raised his voice. I did not accept any protest from the woman. 

Zahra had to open the door and get out. He stood on the side of the road staring at Aidin's car that was starting to move away. 

Zahra reached into her phone that was in the bag. It just so happened that his phone ran out of battery. Forced he had to walk to find the base of the motorcycle. 

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Darren approached Aidin who had just entered. He immediately threw a punch at the man.

Bugh Bugh Bugh 

Darren unceasingly hit Aidin in the face and stomach. His hand continued to clutch the man's shirt until it suffocated. It was as if he was currently facing off against a mortal enemy and would not grant any mercy. 

Ms. Lilian was crying in the arms of Mr. Herman. They could only see the brutal actions of his first son. 

"Where's your brain, huh?" rutuk Darren while throwing Aidin's body on the wall. Then, grab her hair. There is a sense of pity to see the younger brother who did not fight back in the slightest, but he could not control the emotions that had erupted in the crown. 

"What is less than Zahra?" darren said in a soft voice. After hearing Bu Lilian's explanation, her chest increasingly wanted to explode accommodating her anger. 

"Nobody is less than him. But I don't love him," Aidin replied calmly. Not a bit to keep regret for hurting the woman repeatedly. 

"Then why did you marry her?" ask Darren later. 

Aidin looked at Mr. Herman who was standing behind the older brother. 

"Because my father forced me to get married soon, and at that time only Zahra was the only woman who wanted to marry me."

Herman can't stand Aidin's words anymore. He pointed towards the front door. "Go from here, don't go home! Because today I also revoke your name from the Adijaya family. Come back after you've come to your senses and accept Zahra." 

Aidin took one step forward, there was not the slightest fear of losing that name. As if he could stand alone without the clan of his parents. 

"I'll get out of the house, please take my name, I don't care."

Aidin immediately left the house regardless of Lilian's call. 

Coinciding when the door was tightly closed, Mr. Herman held his chest in pain, before long he collapsed. 

Ms. Lilian screamed, and so did Darren who was very panicked. They hugged the unconscious Herman. 

"Key, call doctor Amar!" darren shouted at his wife who was in the middle room. 

"Where's the phone, Mas?" Keysa panicked and paced around looking for her husband's flat object. 

Darren pointed at the table and then lifted Mr. Herman into the room. 

Not long after, Doctor Amar came. He went straight to Mr. Herman's room to check on the patient. 

"You don't want anything to happen to your dad, Ren. Poor him, all this time has sacrificed a lot for us, but at the time of rest, must bear a big problem," said Ms. Lilian on the sidelines of her cries. 

She remembers the struggle of her husband. Started a career from scratch with patience and patience, but now have to face the childish attitude of Aidin. 

"Mom take it easy, I'm sure papa will be fine."

The thirty-seven-year-old man continued to pacify Lilian. 

Almost fifteen minutes, doctor Amar came out with his dim face. 

"How's papa doing, Doc?" ask Darren enthusiastically. 

"Sir Herman had to undergo intensive care. His blood pressure is low. I'm afraid this will affect the condition of his heart which is very weak." 

"All right, Doc." Not many words. Darren immediately told the driver to prepare the car. He did not want to take any risks with his health. 

Tears kept flooding Lilian's cheeks. His chest was tight considering the problems that plagued his family. The problem of Aidin has not been resolved, but a new, more sad problem arises. 

"Ren, you call Aidin, he has to know his papa in the hospital" Ms Lilian said as the car entered the hospital gate. 

This time Darren is not selfish. He put aside his anger on his sister. For him, Herman is more important than anything. 

"Good, Ma. I'll call him."

Darren followed where the doctor took Mr. Herman. After that he contacted Aidin. 

Several times Darren tried to call Aidin's number, but he did not get any answer because the man did not answer his call. In fact, the last Aidin turned off his phone. 

"The number's off, Ma." 

Ms. Lilian couldn't hold back her tears. She kept crying in Darren's arms.

"Who are you, Me?" ask Aidin to Amera who from earlier held his phone.

"Nobody, it doesn't matter."

Amera again approached Aidin and helped treat the wounds on his face.