Black Stain My Husband

Go To Australia

"If it's been like this for a long time, I'm really crazy." Aidin grabbed her hair, frustrated. Meeting Cherly is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. In fact, it is clear that the girl lives in the luxurious house of her in-laws, but it is also difficult to find, especially with Zahra who does not necessarily live there. 

Really, he was confused and could not calm down, hoping to get a bright spot before going to take Mr. Herman to Australia, but in fact it was like far reaching. It was as if the test was still very long and winding. 

The phone in his pants pocket rang out Aidin's daydream. It was Darren who contacted him. 

"What's up, brother?" aidin asked, his eyes unshuffled from the door of Delia's house. 

"Where are you? Papa is ready?" Darren grew furious with Aidin who always disappeared when needed. Even some nights not coming home. 

"Yes, I'll be home soon." Hit the steering wheel. It turned out that the goddess of luck had not sided with him until she came home with a hollow heart. 

"I'm not giving up. Till whenever I'll keep looking for you." Drive the car home. 

Delia who had just peeked behind the window closed the curtain. "You're finally giving up, too." 

As Darren said, Mr. Herman and Mr. Lilian were ready to leave. Aidin rushed to the room to snatch the jacket that had been prepared as well as the suitcase. Do not forget to bring a photo of Zahra who had been driving her to sleep. 

"Hopefully come home from Australia I can find you." Taking a picture of the wife. Then put it in my pocket.

"Where have you been these three days and never come home? Awake at aunt Delia's house?" Darren raised a question that was endless but only got one answer, yes. And that explains everything enough. 

"Are there any signs of Zahra's existence?" Ms. Lilian followed. 

Aidin shook his head, telling him of his brief encounter with Cherly, the girl who had mentioned Zahra's name. 

"Is it possible that Delia's aunt's son?" 

Aidin shook his head again, he did not know about the status of the girl. There was a resemblance between them even if it was just his nose. 

Didn't feel the car Darren was driving arrived at the international airport. It is heavy for them to be separated for a while for the recovery of Mr. Herman. 

"Jaga mama and papa well." Embrace the sister before they leave. 

"I'm definitely going to miss your daughter, sister. Later if he cries, tell him he'll be home soon." While others grieve will go far, it is precisely Aidin smallness teasing the brother. 

Darren hit Aidin's arm slowly. Then waved his hand towards his family who were walking further and further away. 

A pretty exhausting journey. Upon arrival in Sydney, Aidin and his parents went straight to the hotel. They rest before going to the hospital. Because, previously had made an appointment to be able to directly meet with doctor Gilbert. 

After a long time washed away with the problem of Zahra that never ended, now Aidin again faced with a new problem, namely Mr. Herman who will undergo major surgery. 

Expel the growing anxiety. Sure if the papa will soon recover and can be normal as before. 

"Papa don't be afraid, there's me and mama who will be with papa." Aidin again calmed the slightly pale Herman. Like holding back the fear that is often expressed. 

Open the room door. Help the waiter put his luggage down before entering his room. 

Aidin threw his body in the bed, even though his body was abroad, his brain again remembered Cherly's figure who seemed to know about Zahra. 

"What did Zahra tell Cherly? Did he expose my vices to that girl?" Look at the ceiling of the room. If that were true, he would not even bother about it. 

Wherever you are, may you remain in the protection of God. 

Tok tok tok tok 

The door was knocked from the outside making Aidin open his eyes which were momentarily closed. He opened it immediately. 

"Who ordered?" Aidin accepted it. 

"Mrs Lilian." 

Apparently mama. 

Glanced at Mr. Herman's tightly shut room. 

"Thank you." 

Aidin closed the door again. Put the food on the table. Not directly devouring it even out.

Surround the hotel area, looking for a view that can cool. At least make him momentarily forget about the problem that surrounds.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" A hotel maid approached Aidin who was sitting in the garden. 

"No, thank you." Try to avoid the sight of every woman close to him. 

From a distance, two hijab-wearing women walked together. Although it only looks back, the woman is reminiscent of Zahra who also often wears black. It was as if one of them was holding his stomach. 

"I'd be proud to keep you, and you'd be ashamed to have a husband like me. But I can't bear it if we have to separate like this."

Little heart of Aidin cried every thought of his past. The stupidity that was once done as if a weapon that could make him shrink to be with Zahra.

Aidin moved, had enough musings tonight and wanted to return to the room, but his steps had to stop when someone hit him from the opposite direction. 

"Sorry, Sir. I'm in a hurry." The man crouched down to pick up Aidin's phone that had fallen off. Looking at the screen of the surviving phone, then looked up at the glued Aidin. 

Brother Aidin. 

His face suddenly panicked with furrowed brows. He didn't get it wrong, the guy who just got hit was really Aidin. Afraid of something, he handed the phone over and ran. 

"Master wait!" A receptionist called out to the man who had driven his car. 

Aidin sculpting in place. Turning his body saw the receptionist who did not manage to chase the man earlier. 

The woman actually approached Aidin who was still silent. "Do you know that person?" ask the waiter to Aidin. 

Aidin shook without a sound. Look at the wallet in the woman's hand. 

"What's wrong?" tanya Aidin enthusiastically.

Earlier while cleaning his brother's room, we found this." He put his wallet in his hand. No stranger in the eyes of Aidin, but he forgot who he belonged to. 

"I saw first, who knows I know him." Aidin took over the wallet and opened it slowly.

How surprised when you see the photo clearly displayed on the front. As if in disbelief but it was real, both of his hands trembled violently. Eyes glazed. His lips were dumb and unable to speak. 

Zahra, this is Zahra's wallet. 

Just saying in my heart. 

Closed again. Now he started to remember everything. The thing in his hand was the one he often saw on his nightstand. Wallets that should be filled with money every day, but left empty.