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Chapter 28 Sarah or Tamara

In the afternoon, Sarah and Ervan's mother sit on the living room carpet. They look enthusiastic.see the little one who is learning to stand up. The little leg stood firmly, trying to step, he fell back on the carpet.

Ervan's mother sat down in front of her grandson, extending a hand, for the little one to grab his hand. Behind the little one, Sarah is on standby to guard her child, so as not to fall backward.

"Come, baby, come here, one more step."

Showing her dimples, the little one smiled. Trying to step with the ready hand, grab the grandmother's hand.

This scene, also noticed Ervan and his father who had just arrived.

"A little more, baby. Come on, one more step."

Mama continued to retreat, when the little one managed to move her legs. Until, one, two, three steps, successfully passed.

"Yeeh, it worked."

Everyone applauded. Izzam and Ervan walked forward, hugged the little guy and kissed him.

"If it's running, we'll play ball up front."

The little guy clapped his hands, smiling. Make them gemes.

"Follow, me," whispered Ervan.

"Ma, we're up first."

Sarah followed her husband's steps into the room.

"What's wrong?"

"I've already said it on the phone. Have you thought about it?" Unbutton the shirt one by one.

"Not yet."

"Yet?" His clothes had been removed, bare-chested, while walking towards the wife who was throwing her face.

"Ka ... What do you want?" Walking backwards to hit the wall, his face flushed.

Funny too, seeing you scared.

Ervan's two hands landed on the wall, locking Sarah's body. Moving forward, just a few inches away, their lips met.

"Why? We're married now. What harm?"

"We made a deal. Don't forget that."

"I changed my mind."

"Emm..."

Their lips clashed together, Ervan hugged the wife tightly. Dissolve in lust, decrease in existence.

Bugh!

"Aaah..," cried Ervan, after Sarah landed one of her knees. "You're mean!"

Sitting by holding his junior.

"I warned you. Don't touch me!"

"Can't you speak well? You're ruining my future." Continuing to grimace in pain, his two hands still had not moved.

Sarah did not answer, she walked into the bathroom. Prepare water for your husband.

"Clean your body!"

Close the door, then leave.

After dinner, they gather in the family room as usual.

"Good night, sir."

"Night Daniel."

Izzam rose to the workspace, followed by Daniel. Meanwhile, Ervan was just staring unsuspectingly. Because, the father did not talk about the rumors that circulated, Ervan thought his father did not know.

"You've brought him?"

"Here you go, sir."

"alright. Continue not to pass anything."

Daniel opens a map, opens a patch before reading.

"Young master returned just as Tamara killed herself in front of him."

"A suicide? The girl killed herself." Izzam jerks.

"Yes, Sir. The reason he killed himself is unknown. Maybe, only Miss Sarah knows for sure."

"Then, what happened?"

"So, Ervan felt guilty because of that. He rejected all women because of the woman's death whom he thought was Sarah."

Izzam rubbed his face violently.

"Yes, Sir. Young master's traumatized."

Daniel hands over a photo of Tamara, the girl with the exact face of his daughter-in-law. Only his short hair, which sets them apart.

"They look exactly the same. Continue."

"The young master had visited his grave, the day after the funeral and Miss Sarah was expelled from her residence by the surrounding residents. She was considered a pesky carrier and got pregnant out of wedlock."

Izzam felt guilty about his daughter-in-law's life. He took a long breath.

"How should we make it up to you?"

"Sir, I feel that Miss Sarah's arrival has a special purpose."

"I knew. He must want revenge. But, I cursed him. Ask your men to keep an eye on him."

"Good, Sir. Excuse me."

Izzam leaned back, linking his hands together. His mind was bright, about his daughter-in-law's life in the past.

"Your life is very difficult, but you cover it well."

In the room, Ervan's mother plays her phone, just exchanging information with her social friends.

"I heard your son is married with cleaning service. You didn't invite us."

Ervan's mother turned her head, daring to insult my son-in-law, he murmured. Cleaning service? Who is cleaning service. If his friend was in front, he would probably shout that line.

"Jeng Rena, don't just talk. My son-in-law is a graduate and he works at our subsidiary."

"Oh, it seems like Jeng Sandra, has been deceived. My husband told me, the company has even spread. Your daughter-in-law, Tamara is cleaning service."

His social friends, even sent photos of Sarah with Ervan and photos of Sarah while cleaning service.

Ervan's mother widened, covering her unbelieving mouth. His hands trembled, as he stared at the figure clinging to him in a service cleaning uniform.

He shook his head, trying to deny the truth. Holding a head that felt dizzy and laying down his body that began to waver.

"No, that's not possible. My granddaughter is very similar to Ervan and Izzam has also investigated it. Something must be wrong!"

His sense of well-being tried to counteract the feelings that were on the verge of doubt. He took a deep breath, calming his shaken heart.

Is it possible, Izzam already knew about it and hid it from me? Keep guessing in my heart. Butwhy? Is it because I want a grandchild too much? No, I don't want to raise someone who isn't my son's flesh and blood.

I have to make sure. Mama was still deep in thought, unaware that her husband was sitting next to her.

"What are you thinking?"

"When did you sit there?" Mama stroked her chest, as she was surprised by the sudden sound.

"I've called you, but you haven't heard it. What are you thinking?"

"Papa," Sandra stared at her husband intensely. "Are you hiding something?"

"Hide, what?" Izzam refused to look his wife in the eye.

True allegations.

"Well, if you don't want to be honest. But why did Daniel come here?"

"Don't Daniel come home every day. Why do you suspect him?"

"Yes, I'm going to sleep. Turn off lights!"

She pulled the blanket over her neck. Said to want to sleep, in fact his eyes are still open perfectly coupled with his thoughts and plans tomorrow.

He kept rolling around, got up to grab a glass on the nightstand, and closed his eyes again.

I can go crazy, he muttered who was still looking for a sleeping position. Next to her, the husband had already fallen asleep without the slightest burden.

I would love to kick him to fall.

Curiosity has turned into a pent-up emotion. If he could turn back time, he wanted the sun to rise.

Mom stared at the hanging wall clock.

"Why is it ten o'clock?" the strangler, unconsciously. But, the person next to him was completely unperturbed.

Mama grabbed her phone, reread the messages her social friend sent her.

"The tamara? Her name is Tamara, but why is her face so exact that of Sarah." My mom just realized it now.

"Actually, what's going on? This is it, Sarah or Tamara?"

She kept asking herself, without anyone giving her an answer. So he was determined to prove it himself.