CHARM GIRL WITH HAZEL EYES

CHAPTERS 17. TELL STORIES OF THE PAST

Iqbal petrified what Kayra just said.

"This is really mine, sir" Kayra said. This time the girl looked at Iqbal full. "My son and Azmi," Iqbal's lightning-struck tub dropped the testpack he was holding. The young man did not expect at all, if that answer was what Kayra would give him.

"Well, you're lying, right?"

Kayra shakes. "No sir, you are not wrong and I am no longer lying or joking, I am serious" Kayra rubbed her stomach. Indeed, if not considered properly, no one will realize if now his stomach is enlarged. "The boy here, Azmi's son sir," Kayra said.

"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning? why don't you tell me or Acha, why are you lying to all of us Kay?"

"I have no intention to lie to anyone sir, I don't know at that time if I was pregnant" Kayra replied. She really does not know, she knows if she is pregnant when she has agreed to Acha's request to marry Iqbal. "Please don't tell your father and mother, sir, please don't tell anyone first. Let me tell them later,"

"Why can you do that Kay?" asked Iqbal, the young man was sitting on a mattress so limp. "Acha believe in you Kay, too,"

Kayra nodded small. "I'm really happy sir" Kayra replied.

"Azmi maksa you?"

Kayra shook her head. "No sir, he didn't force me at all,"

"Keep you will?! do you know what Kay did wrong?! don't you think about your father's feelings for your mother? artar's feelings too? isn't Azmi ashamed of your parents?!" Iqbal ruffled his hair in frustration. "You should think that until there Kay, don't just be overwhelmed by your lust for a man who is not the mahram, you love your crown to a man who is not the mahram,"

"I know I was wrong, but I had no choice at the time,"

"How are there no other options?!"

Kayra began to sob, and knew sooner or later there would be someone who knew of a secret that the two were hiding alone. And he did not expect that Iqbal was the first to know even before Azmi - the father of the baby in the womb knew.

"Now the story is the same with me all," Iqbal said again. Angarpun free now, rice has become porridge. And he couldn't possibly have told Kayra's parents. "I will make a decision later, whether our marriage will continue or better we separate so that you and Azmi can take care of your children together,"

FLASHBACKS

Azmi smilingly looked at Kayra who was busy with the journal in front of her, the girl looked so serious despite there being someone else in front of her. And he also did not feel disturbed at all, whereas from that time Azmi continued to watch him. Even the girl's glasses came down.

"So serious the non," Azmi said chuckling softly. "There's a handsome guy in front of him who's just dicuekin," said the young man's song.

"It's over" answered Kayra. The girl was reluctant to even lift her face.

"What else does hem do?" asked Azmi again, the young man who was previously sitting in front of Kayra now moved to sit next to the girl. The couple decided to stop by the cafe, and ended up stuck in this cafe because of the heavy rain. "What do you need my help for?" ask Azmi song.

Kayra shook her head slowly. "It's over soon, too" answered Kayra.

"Make race?"

Kayra nodded slowly. "Just try it, if you escape Alhamdulillah if you don't ya already papa," replied Kayra. "Done," said the girl. Without saying anything else he immediately closed his laptop, turning briefly towards Azmi before drinking the coffee of his order.

"Kay, man,"

"Hem?"

"What did I tell you about my relationship with Clara?"

"Many," answered Kayra briefly.

"Much?"

"You also told me that you have had*** with Clara" Kayra replied casually.

"Aren't you jealous?" ask Azmi. A question he had wanted to ask his girl for a long time.

"Jealous?" ask Kayra who she knows. "Hem may have been, but I don't want to worry about it" Kayra replied again. "You also said you're the same she likes, right? there is no compulsion" said the girl again.

Kayra sighed softly, actually she was a little reluctant to go home. At home there was no one, only himself.

"Later on" answered Kayra. "I'm a males in my own house,"

"You're being ushered to Acha's house?" ask Azmi.

"Acha song at the parents' house Iqbal sir," answered Kayra.

"Yes, I've been sleeping" Azmi replied.

"Not later in grebeg,"

"People who want to try, the door will be opened later," said Azmi. "You cape for sure, let her body rest, yeah,"

Kayra leaned her body. The girl sighed softly. "Yes, that's it,"

I don't know if Kayra should be sorry or if the girl should be grateful for her choice. Sorry for not obeying what you said to come to Surabaya, or grateful because at least Azmi is still here and did not leave him for a second.

"He likes rain, he likes it" Azmi said.

"She likes it, but not the same as the lights out too. Where the coffins are rich talking again," Kayra said again. The girl covered her face with bolsters, and behind the bolster was Azmi's face who was smiling at Kayra's behavior.

"This is Deketan dong,"

"Dih lo mode," Kayra replied.

"Kay, man,"

"Hem,"

"Cyrus,"

"Yeah,"

"Kayra Hana Umari,"

"Yes Azmi Bagaskara, what's wrong?"

"I can love this as much as you?" ask Azmi.

"I'm full of charm, so many like me,"

Azmi chuckles softly even though the young man approves of what Kayra said. "Gue wants to be my wife Kay, I want you to be the mother of my children. You know how much I am, I don't know shame, I should be self-conscious. But I want a rich girl directly elo Kay, how dong?"

"Well, how are you?"

"Lo want to be with me?"

"Our soul mate, want as impossible as anything will surely meet too. And vice versa, if we are not a mate want as hard as we try will definitely fail too" answered Kayra.

Without the girl realizing it, now the faces of the two of them were very close. Even Kayra only stopped her sentence when she realized that her nose and Azmi's nose were touching each other.

"Mass?" call Kayra slowly.

"This time it's Kay, we're married" said the young man.

And no matter what possessed Kayra, the girl nodded her head without any burden and only kept silent as Azmi removed her headscarf.