Black Stain My Husband

Struggle

Since that incident, Aidin has never been separated from Delia's house. During the night he always monitored the luxurious buildings that once left him sprawled. There was no sign of Zahra in that place, but it did not dampen his determination to keep looking for him.

Several times Aidin forced his way in against the guards. But it is useless, because he cannot fight them until sometimes they have to be rushed to the hospital for treatment. 

If by day he had to send men to watch, at night Aidin himself came to the house to look for clues to the whereabouts of the wife. 

"When are you here?" Darren patted the back of the younger brother who looked thin. Concerned about the disaster that happened. The reason is, the days of Aidin are filled only with solitude and daydreaming, contemplating his deteriorating fate. 

Seven months is not a short time.  A wait that has no bright spot. Aidin's been spending a lot of money just looking for Zahra. However, the woman seemed to disappear like it was swallowed by the earth. That deepening regret gnawed at the deepest recesses of the heart.

"Until Zahra meets." That's the only answer that skids. 

"In the near future papa's surgery, he's asking you to accompany him." Darren remembers. "You must get through this, if Zahra is your soul mate, God will bring you together." Convince Aidin to stay strong. 

Heavy heart Aidin nodded. Can't ignore the papa's request. 

Zahra's departure not only made Aidin feel lost, but also the family who missed him so much. A gentle greeting seemed to be a memory unto them.

The night wind was very cold. Darren got into the car after getting nothing. 

"Now we go home, pity Fathan. He likes to cry at night."

Without thinking for a long time, Aidin turned on the machine, not bothering the nanny at home. 

Almost an hour into the quiet street, Aidin stopped his car in front of Bu Lilian's house. He stepped into the house. His parents were still in the middle room. 

"Hows it? Any word on Zahra?" 

Aidin shook his head slowly. His face was wrinkled indicating that the man was exhausted. 

"Where's Jonathan, Ma?" Staring at the door of the newly created room a day ago. 

"Sleep, wept for a while. When do you test your DNA. Quickly finish your business with Amera and the boy. If he's not my grandson, you just take him to the orphanage." Ms. Lilian spoke in a stern tone, not liking the Amera child given to her, while the woman chose to go somewhere. 

"I agree with your mother's opinion. If he's not your son, take him to the orphanage, lest this cause new problems for you and Zahra."

Aidin agreed with their opinion. Time and again Delia asked him to divorce, still it could not continue when both parties were not supportive.

"But if it's my son, I'll take care of him." Leaving them. There is a sense of pity to see a tiny figure that must be ignored. 

Aidin opened the room door slowly. His eyes immediately led to the figure of a baby boy sleeping in the box. 

"I'm sorry, sir," said the nanny when she saw Aidin coming in.

Walk slowly towards the innocent weak creatures. His hands stretched out, stroking the boy's puffed cheeks gently. Then sit on the edge of the bed.  Taking a photo of Zahra deliberately on display there.

Her tears just slipped away soaking her cheeks. A face that always reminds him of sin. Bringing every step into the good. Leaving behind what used to be his habit. 

Where are you? Is our child born? Is he okay. I'm sorry, I'm sorry papa couldn't accompany you.

There were still many questions tucked away filled the void space of his heart. Take the photo and lie down. Decompose fatigue due to all day activities. 

"Ren, take me to Delia's house." Mr. Herman moved from his seat. All this time he kept silent, but this time stunned to help his son who seemed desperate. 

"But it's been too late, Pa. Aunt Delia is also unlikely to receive any guests."

Darren nodded, although he was not sure if he could meet Delia, at least trying to comply with Mr. Herman's request. 

"I told Keysa first."

Darren to the room. Approaching the sleeping wife with her six-month-old son. 

"Darling, I'll go first yeah, take papa anterin to aunt Delia's house." Said quietly, afraid that the woman was surprised. 

"Be careful on the road. Don't speed it." 

Kiss Keysa and Shireen's forehead alternately before exiting the room. 

Three times a day Darren visits the house. The conditions remained the same, there were only guards at the gate and the surrounding places. 

Mr. Herman got out of the car. Dragging his feet to the gate. 

"I would like to meet Mrs Delia" Mr. Herman said without further ado. 

"Mrs Delia won't accept guests, sir."

"Say there's Mr. Herman."

Hearing a not so unfamiliar name made the guards look at each other. Then open the gate without reporting to the employer. 

The man drove Mr. Herman and Darren in. Let them sit in the living room and call Delia. 

Shortly after, Delia came out with James and sat down in front of the besan. 

"What are you doing here?" tanya Delia was friendly 

He knew the man in front of him was a hero to his daughter. When everyone hated him, Zahra got the love of the man. 

"Sorry, Mom. I just want to make sure that Zahra and my granddaughter are okay."

"Where did you know that Zahra was pregnant?"

"From Aidin." 

So Aidin knew that Zahra was pregnant. 

Mr. Herman told us what Aidin had done since Zahra's departure. Until she finally found out that she was pregnant. From morning until morning again only he became the purpose of his son's life at this time. 

"But Zahra doesn't live here, sir. Now he is happy with his new life. There are men who accept it sincerely. To be the father of his son. Please don't bother him."

For whatever sake, Mr. Herman was disappointed with Delia's speech. There is no chance for Aidin to be with Zahra. Why separate when his son desperately struggles to get better and get closer to the Creator. 

"If it is Zahra's choice, we and the family can only support, but give them a chance to meet, let Aidin carry his son even once," asked Herman with teary eyes. 

In heavy hearts say it is, but what power is all that will undergo. 

Delia smiled faintly." I'll talk to Zahra again."

Mr. Herman came home, at least he had evaporated the uneg-uneg who had been stifling the chest.