Black Stain My Husband

Party 2

Everything Zahra wanted was accomplished. The presence of loved ones is enough to provide happiness of its own. 

The party atmosphere was getting lively when the photo session began. They pose with Zahra and Aidin with their respective partners. 

Not only Adinata, stepmother and her three younger siblings also attended the event so Zahra felt her family was very complete. 

Zahra approached Adinata near Adinata and her three children. 

"I want to take a picture with Dad and Mama" he said hesitantly, afraid of not getting permission from his stepmother. 

Adinata smiled and nodded in agreement. Walking forward with her daughter. 

After that Zahra came back to Delia who was busy talking with guests. 

"Ma, let's take a photo together, yuk," Zahra whispered. Appointing the ready Adinata. 

Delia looked at the father and then at the daughter. "Should ya?" ask Delia again. 

Zahra nodded with a hardened face. 

"Well, Mama will reminisce with your father" joked Delia who was heard by James. However, the man was not jealous even amazed by the wife who looks ordinary. 

"Our dream is accomplished, ma'am." Delia looked at Adinata. 

After decades of not greeting each other, they finally met again. Despite the different circumstances and each other's spouses, fate still says that they are Zahra's parents, and that can not be changed by anything. 

Adinata smiled faintly. "Yes, finally you and I can take a picture with our son" Adinata said. 

It is never too late to have a good relationship. Delia never explained what happened, but Adinata apologized for her actions that had driven women out dishonorably. 

It was not without reason that Delia was silent about the truth, she simply did not want Adinata to be filled with deep guilt. It is enough to be in the past and will not be repeated. Moreover, he was already like James. 

"Thank you, Mom. You've raised our son patiently." Delia recalled one of the kindnesses of her ex-husband. 

Zahra who was standing in the middle of her parents could only hear their conversation. The waiting moment, seeing his mom and dad talk and this will be a special meeting between them. 

"When are we taking pictures, honey?" The new Aidin stopped their conversation. 

Now the photo begins. Zea in the Aidin sling also bergonta-changing style like mama and papa. 

"After the event is over Dad can not go home first, we gather with the family mas Aidin," Pinta Zahra stressed. Unlike Delia who was already familiar, Adinata slightly moved away from her in-laws. 

"Yes, I'll keep you company until you get bored."

Zahra laughed crisply at the expression. 

After a photo with his parents, Aidin approached Lilian and Herman. 

"Nitip Zea yes, Ma. I don't think Zahra has eaten yet. If not, I will forget." 

Ms. Lilian carried her beloved granddaughter. 

Not long after, Darren came with Shireen who also whined to come along. 

"Shireen don't see, today Oma belongs to Zea's deck," said Aidin, who had not yet left. 

Teasing Shireen became a happiness for him. 

"You don't have an oma" he added 

Shireen's eyes were bathed in a clear liquid. Her lips seemed trembling to see Lilian's mother continue to kiss Zea's puffed cheeks. 

"Jealous ni ye.." whispered Aidin again.

Mr. Herman just held back from laughing at his adorable grandson's behavior. 

Feeling neglected by her oma, Shireen pulled Aidin's arm and hugged him. 

Forced Aidin to undo his intentions and switch to holding the nephew who already looks chaotic. 

"I went there first, Ma." Aidin leaves Lilian's bu and Herman close to Darren, but brings Shireen who does not want to escape. 

"Aidin.." cried a heavy voice from the doorway that made the owner of the name turn his head. 

"Sister Hanif." Happiness this time was truly unable to be expressed in words. It turned out that not only his family was in Indonesia, but those in Sydney were present. 

"Sorry, I'm late." Hugged Aidin and congratulated him. 

"Who's with you, brother?" Aidin shifted Hanif's body to the side, a beautiful woman standing behind the man. 

"His name is Evana, she's my future wife." 

Aidin ber Oh ria's. He leads Hanif and his future wife to meet Zahra. 

Just like Aidin, Zahra was surprised by the presence of the man. Not so expecting his arrival because of their distant home, and maybe James asked him to come. 

"This is Evana, my future wife." Appoint the woman he brought away from abroad. 

"There is no gift for you and Aidin." Hanif took out a small box from the bag and gave it to Zahra. 

"Thank you, brother. I promise to come when you get married."

Happiness for the sake of happiness continues to flow with the presence of loved ones, but Zahra still looks not calm. His eyes were unceasingly combing through the passing guests. 

"Who are you looking for, honey?" tanya Aidin. Maybe there's something Zahra's looking for. 

Zahra took a long breath. 

"Why didn't you come, Mom?" lirih. Though, he had already repeatedly reminded the girl to come, but it seemed like Kirana was indeed ignoring her request. 

"Maybe he's busy or there's another obstacle." embrace Zahra's shoulder, calm down. 

"But he's not usually like this, is he mad at me?" Checking the mistakes that have been made, but Zahra felt he had nothing wrong. While abroad, they are still interconnected even though they are on mobile phones. 

"No way, let's ask you later, what's the reason for not coming here?" 

In the courtyard of the building where the party was, a girl looked embarrassed upon seeing her appearance. He did not dare to enter when he saw a neatly lined car. 

Every guest who comes must look luxurious and ride in a car, while he rides a motorcycle in simple clothes. 

Tin 

The sound of the horn from behind shocked her until the girl moved. 

A handsome man came down and walked towards him. 

"Why not go in? Is the party over?" ask the man. 

The girl nodded without a sound. Just like the others, the appearance of the man standing in front of him was also cool and certain to be rich. 

"Waiting girlfriend?" ask her again. 

The girl nodded again. 

"You're mute?" terka the man. 

"Just son, I can talk" he snapped in a loud voice. 

The man held back a laugh, it turned out that the person who was mistaken for a mute had a melodious voice as he shouted. 

"I introduce, my name is Iqbal."

Iqbal tried to extend his hand at the hijab-wearing girl, but was ignored. 

"My name is Kirana" he said, throwing his face away. 

Without Iqbal's permission to pull Kirana's hijab and invite her in.