Black Stain My Husband

Devastations

In this world nothing is eternal, everything will be destroyed. Sooner or later God will take away what His servant has. Pride will end, wealth, office will not last. What is proud, all just a deposit that at any time will be taken without notice. 

Either, it was a calamity or a blessing that Aidin received. Before the sun rises. I have good news from Richard. That Amera can't dwell anymore. It's all because his hard work last night was full with the other team. As secretary, the man who is now almost thirty years old successfully made Aidin free from the shackles of the woman. 

At Aidin's invitation, Richard came to Delia's house. 

"I'm already ahead, sir. But not allowed in."

Aidin who was still sitting on the prayer mat immediately stood up and opened the curtains. Sure enough, he could see Richard standing in front of the gate. 

"What's up, Mom?" Zahra took off her face, approached the husband who seemed busy talking to his flat object. 

"Richard's coming, I'm going down for a minute."

"I'm coming!" Zahra wore her hijab, it was impossible for her to come down with her long unraveling hair. 

"Later if we're home don't wear this again yeah, I want to see you open."

Zahra just nodded her head in agreement.

On the ground floor it was already very crowded. The waiter passed by carrying out his activities. One of them approached Zahra and Aidin who had just come down from the stairs. 

"What do you and Miss want for breakfast?" ask him kindly. 

Because, at home it is used to having to ask before cooking. Delia and James spent more time outside, while only Cherly was, and often ate out. 

"As for Auntie," Aidin replied without thinking. His new habits will not protest with the hard work of others. 

"Good, Sir." 

Aidin and Zahra continued on towards the front. Open the main door and tell the guards to open the gate. 

Without much questioning, Brown ran and opened until Richard's car could get in. 

"You don't hate Brown, do you?" asked Zahra doubtfully. Remembering very well when the loyal bodyguard Delia made her husband battered and unconscious. In fact, it was like someone who breathed out emotions and had no mercy at all. 

"Why should he hate, he's just running errands?" Rubbing Zahra's small shoulder while pulling her hijab when her female hair is slightly visible. 

"We're talking inside." Richard followed Aidin's steps. Not much different from his boss, the man who used to be the secretary also often came to the house, day and night struggling just to ensure the existence of Zahra. 

Richard and Aidin sat opposite each other, while Zahra sat beside her husband. He who is not very familiar with their affairs, only becomes a loyal listener. Not even a little want to say let alone interfere. 

"Before Amera handed the child over to Mister, it turned out that she had wanted to sell it, but the action failed because someone reported it."

Zahra's heart was wrung. As a mother she felt sad with Amera's attitude. 

Leaving it alone could not bear, let alone selling it, it was a more sadistic deed than anything. 

"If you don't expect a child, why do you do it?" zahra said softly, forgetting the presence of two adult men who were nearby. 

Ahem 

Deheman Aidin disperse Zahra's almost floating brain, he lowered his head in embarrassment with his own words. 

"It looks like aunt needs help." Leaving Aidin without waiting for an answer from the man. Maybe going back and joining the waiter would make him take the embarrassment a bit away. 

Aidin stroked the niche of his neck, then continued his conversation.

"Now he can't do anything about it, because I've taken all the evidence you've asked for, and I've also found evidence of crimes about bodong investments that have been running for almost five months."

"He will get a heavy sentence with a layered article for some crimes committed" Richard said. 

Praise be to Allah, You still love me and show me a straight path. 

Aidin unceasingly said hamdalah considering how bad it used to be. 

In the kitchen 

"Miss needs something?" ask the waiter who is behind while stirring the coffee freshly poured hot water. 

Zahra who was still peeking was surprised instead of playing. It stroked his chest, regulating his breathing which was still hunting. 

"Not really, Bi." Shake silently. His eyes accidentally caught some ingredients that were about to be cooked. 

"Did Auntie cook this much every day?" Zahra. Whether the materials on the table will be processed or just removed from the refrigerator. 

"Yes, Miss. Although Madam was rarely at home, every day we," pointed to all her colleagues who were busy with their respective activities, "cooking a lot." 

Zahra mangosteen understands. Delia was indeed only living with James and Cherly, but the maids who worked in the house were dozens of people, and definitely the food was for them. 

Delia came out of her room. Staring at Aidin for a moment then into the kitchen approached Zahra who seemed busy with servants. 

"What cooking, son?" As usual, Delia sat in the dining room, enjoying the warm tea that had been served. 

"If morning mas Aidin likes fried rice, Ma. Because here there is rawon seasoning, I want to make him rawon fried rice," he explained while tying his hijab to the back. 

"It looks good, Mama wants to." 

Zahra raised her thumb. Not only for two people, he made several servings, maybe there is more to want besides mama Delia and Aidin. 

"Zea hasn't woken up?" Delia stared at the door of her grandson's room that was still tightly closed. 

"Usually if it's morning like this already, maybe Lela's mom is still busy." Zahra started to light the stove. 

Delia left the dining room. Walk to Zea's room. 

Open the door without knocking. Her eyes immediately turned to the crib that had just been bought a few days ago. Deliberately to prepare if Zea stays. 

"Oma's granddaughter is awake" he said. 

Brother Lela who was still tidying up the shirt immediately approached Delia who had a little trouble lifting the tiny body of Zea.

"Maclum Ma'am, haven't held a baby in a long time." A little stiff as Zea kicked her. 

Her clear eyes were fixedly staring at Delia. After that, immerse his face in the chest that makes the oma kegelian. 

"Zea, this isn't mama, honey. But oma." 

Delia really couldn't stand her granddaughter's funny behavior. He took the boy out of his room. Shouting for Zahra who was in the kitchen. 

Not only Zahra, some people came closer. Indeed, the baby created laughter for everyone who saw it, including Aidin and Richard. 

"Mama here, honey," said Aidin standing behind Zahra. 

Hearing a familiar voice made the boy immediately turn his head and extend his hand towards Zahra.