Black Stain My Husband

Bright spot

Three months Delia fought alongside James. Finally he got a bright spot about the man who had ruined his life. Tore his family to pieces. James caught the man alive as he wished. During that time he began to know the figure of Delia more closely.

It turned out that the person who had stabbed him in the back was Delia's own best friend. Who would be blamed for something like this. Rice has become porridge. The house cannot be saved anymore. Now he has to live a new life. With new people and new status.

Plaakk 

A slap back landed on the cheek of a woman sitting on a chair with her hands and feet tied. 

Delia vented her growing anger. For him, there was no mercy for the person who had disturbed his life. There is no pity, anyone must get the right reward for his actions.

James is also supportive. Because, right now all he wanted was to see Delia happy. Starting from the fad of wanting to tease, now the woman began to knock on the door of her heart that had long been closed.

"I don't think this is anything compared to what you did to me" said Delia Lirih. He brought his face to the woman's face.

Exchanging views with the same gaze. They hate each other.

"Now say! Why are you doing that?" Wiggling the arm of the woman in front of him. 

"Because I hate you so much. I hate you for __" 

 Delia stopped the woman's speech with a slap. Any reason no longer matters. For him everything is clear and there is no need to suspect anyone. 

"Down him, because I don't want to see him anymore." Delia approached James who had been staring at the doorway. 

Some of the bodyguards untied the woman's hands and feet, then took her away like Delia's orders.

"Thank you." Only that word slid from Delia's lips. 

James nodded. Wiping tears that wet the cheeks of the lover. 

"I want to see my son" Delia pleaded. 

Three months apart left him half-lost. And he wanted to immediately embrace his little daughter who had once been neglected. 

James immediately delivered Delia without much question. 

"Are you satisfied with her revenge?" James started driving his car to Adinata's home address. 

"Oh, I'm very satisfied. I finally found someone who betrayed me" he explained. 

Never thought if the mastermind behind the incident was the closest person himself.

Delia was no longer overshadowed by curiosity and was ready to live a new life. Despite losing her family, she hopes to have a better life. 

"Actually I also have a child" said James who began to open up. 

It turns out that he is not a virgin man as Delia thought, but a widower who already has children. 

"Where is your son?" delia asked curiously. Because, all this time he never saw James carrying a child."

"He's following his oma." 

Delia mangosteen understands. Glanced at James who was busy with his steering wheel. 

Thirty minutes later, James's car stopped in front of Adinata's house. A house that has many memories between Delia and her ex-husband. The presence of Zahra as proof of their love, but must be separated due to a protracted misunderstanding. 

Delia did not regret the separation that had happened, because no matter how bad she still believed that the soul mate was in the hands of God. 

"I'm going in first. You're not waiting here papa, are you?"

"I'm coming" said James, who also opened the door. 

Delia was a little worried. Still vividly remembered when Adinata drove him out disrespectfully. Not even a chance to explain everything. 

I hope Adinata understands. I dare to knock on the door. 

"Mrs.." greeted the middle-aged woman kindly. Hugging Delia who seemed fine. 

Delia smiled faintly, her eyes surrounding the quiet-looking room. 

"Where is Adinata's mas, Bi?" ask Delia to the core. 

Aunt relaxes his embrace. 

"Master go with little Miss. It's been almost a week they haven't occupied this house."

Delia rounded her eyes. There is a fear that comes back. 

Where did Adinata take Zahra away. There's no way he's selling his own son, is he? 

Reversing, looking at James behind him. 

"I'll help you find him." Without being coded, he already knew what Delia expected. 

James reached into his cell phone from his pants pocket and contacted someone. He was ordered to find Delia's ex-husband. 

"Did Adinata put something away, Bi?" 

Aunt shakes without a sound. 

Delia went into the house, where she was going was Zahra's room. Eyes glazed. The sound of crying still filled his ears. 

His feet slowly approached the closet. He took some clothes and hugged her. 

"I'm sorry, son. Forgive me, mama."

She shed her tears again. Her wish of wanting to meet her daughter is now dashed, even as if Adinata purposely took Zahra away so as not to see her again. 

Delia brought some clothes belonging to Zahra and came out to James. 

Not wanting to dissolve in deep sadness, had enough to lose her husband and child, now Delia did not want to lose James, who had fought for her. 

"Just relax, you will definitely meet Adinata and your son." James rubbed Delia's shoulders, calming. 

Since Adinata's departure, Delia has been more silent, she will only answer if asked, the rest choose to be loyal listeners. 

At that time James introduced Delia to his parents. No longer as a lover, but his future wife. 

Shocked not playing, Delia who did not want to foster a household was surprised when James proposed to her. 

"But I don't want to get married yet, Mom?" Delia said hesitantly, fearing that James was offended, while he owed the man a lot of gratitude. 

"Wife-to-be doesn't mean we're getting married, it's just a symbol that you're mine, and no other man should come near you" James said. 

Delia nodded, at least James gave her time to think and steadied her heart. 

"Hanif, this is my mom's candidate."

James waved his hand towards the little boy who had just walked out of the room.

It wasn't hard for Delia to conquer that boy. As a mother she had many ideas to make Hanif comfortable while with her. Although not a biological child, Delia did not distinguish, let alone the presence of Hanif into medicine because it had lost Zahra.

"Main of mana, yuk!" Delia's mind split slightly, Zahra's shadow flashed again as Hanif laughed. I wish I could hug my daughter again and take care of her to adulthood.

Wherever you are, your mom will love you. Until whenever you are a mother's daughter.

Delia can only stem the sadness and hope it will be eroded by the time that continues to run.