Black Stain My Husband

Clues

Aidin hurried over to the receptionist on duty. Asking for data about someone who has just left, also the owner of the wallet that is now in his hands. 

"Name Miss Zahra Aulia Adinata, Miss Deswita and Mr. Hanif Alamsyah. They stayed here for a week, just left, he said he would move," explained the beautiful woman in front of Aidin. 

There's a pinch of happiness, which means Zahra is nearby. Although it was not yet known where to move, at least Aidin could find the woman. 

Yes, the woman who was desperately wanted was in Sydney, a city that had never even been tucked away in her brain.

"Does Miss know where they moved?" 

The woman immediately shook her head without a sound. 

At least he's near here. 

Aidin returned to the room. Then contact someone. 

"You guys came to Sydney, Zahra's here." After saying that, Aidin sat on the edge of the bed. Open Zahra's wallet again. 

If only he had seen a photo. Now Aidin could see the resident sign card and some of the cards that were inside. There are a few bills and an Australian dollar. 

"It turns out mom hid you here. I just don't think I'll see you at home." Stroked a photo that he took from the wallet for a while. 

Missing, that was what Aidin felt. He misses everything in Zahra. His disappointment is always right and useful. His effective behavior every day. Not tired of forcing him to do good. Simple cuisine that is always appetizing, but I don't know when else he will feel it all. 

"God has granted my prayers. Once we're together again, I won't let you go."

Accidentally, Aidin saw a business card. 

"Hanif Alamsyah, this is the man. Why is this card in Zahra's wallet?" 

Aidin's chest rumbled to Delia's words that Zahra had found a good man and was willing to accept his son. 

"Son, there's no way she's Zahra's future husband, this can't be allowed." 

Aidin grabbed his phone and dialed the number listed under the business card. 

No wait time, within seconds the phone is connected. 

"Hello, good night. This is with Hanif Alamsyah from PT Global, how can I help you?"

Aidin. His voice stuck in the esophagus. What if what he's afraid of is true? What if the man who spoke was his future husband. 

"Good night," Aidin replied with quivering lips. 

"Can I help you, sir?" greet the man again. Aidin tries to expel the tightness that settles in the chest. 

What do I have to say. Do I have to ask where Zahra is. 

"Who's calling, brother?" ask a woman who made Aidin come back surprised. 

"That's Zahra's voice?" aidin asked softly, but Hanif could be heard clearly. 

Instantly, the connection was also cut off. 

"Hello, hello I'm not done talking yet." 

Aidin tried to contact her again. However, the number could not be contacted. 

Wanting to curse but undone, every dirty talk must not be liked Zahra, now he can not do anything but wait for his men to come. 

"What if we move to another country tomorrow?" haggard Hanif was enthusiastic at a woman sitting in front of him. 

"Why? Isn't it safe here?" What to move for anyway? Free I hide, Mas Aidin won't look for me. He must have been happy with Amera. Soon my baby is born, it means I have to be ready to take off the Aidin mas, I don't want to be selfish and force it." 

"But he's here, Za." 

"What?" Zahra was startled, looking at Hanif lekat. "Say once more, Brother. Are you sure that Aidin's here?"

Hanif nodded. "So I met him at the hotel, and he just called me." Hanif opened his starter card. Then replace it with a new one intending to remove the trace. 

"Where does he know your phone number? Didn't you ask the hotel not to tell anyone?" ask a woman named Deswita. He is a friend of Zahra who also comes from Indonesia. 

Hanif shrugged both shoulders inexplicably. 

Why did Aidin come here, was he on vacation with Amera. What if she sees me pregnant?

Zahra finished the juice in front of her and moved. 

"Sister, I'm going to the room, sleepy." Zahra leaves Hanif and Deswita. He walked towards his new room, currently they were living in a villa owned by his stepfather. I am tired of staying in hotels. 

Zahra closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. Seven months apart from Aidin, the fact that he can not forget the man, let alone every baby moves must be reminiscent of the father who never touched him. 

Meanwhile, all this time Delia never told anything about Aidin and chose silence, covering everything from Zahra until she thought her husband had never looked for her. 

"If you're here just to show off intimacy with Amera, we better not meet. I don't want your son to see his father walk with another woman."

Swallowing the baby still in his stomach. Picking up the bag and reaching out to her, her hand continued to feel something. 

"Where's my wallet?" Open wide, take out all the contents of the bag. Sure enough, the wallet he was looking for did not exist. 

"Come down where?" Zahra came back out to Deswita and Hanif who were still in the dining room. 

"Did you see my wallet?" 

They shook their heads, because even if they never saw Zahra's wallet, let alone touched it. 

"There are important cards. How about it's gone?" Zahra's fidgeting. His whole life had only lost something very important this time. 

"Is it possible to miss out on the hotel?"

Zahra immediately remembered when she took out money from the wallet that would be given to the cleaning service that cleaned her room. 

"Oh yeah, I put it on the bedside table." Patting jidatnya. 

"But __" Hanif did not continue his words. 

"But what, brother? Cepetan take, there's an important card there." 

"But there's Aidin, what if he recognizes me?"

Zahra's face dimmed. True also said Hanif, he no longer wants to deal with Aidin who will definitely make his heart hurt like slashed. 

"Yes, I'm sincere, if it's still sustenance it will definitely come back to me." 

Just turning her body, Zahra felt her stomach ache a little which made her grimace. 

Aawww

Zahra held the chair beside her. Looking for a handle to support his body. Deswita helps Zahra to sit down. While Hanif, pour drinking water into a glass. 

"What's wrong with you, Za?" ask Deswita to worry. 

"My stomach hurts, Des. I think I'm going to give birth."