Exchange Myself for Justice

Chapter 22

I was still silent on the floor with a cry not yet gone, my mind was in a state of turmoil, a bad shadow haunting me, had that man destroyed my son? If that happens, then I'm no longer interested in living.

"Zafran, where are you, son? Umi misses you so much. Hix... Hicks."

I still cry wailing like a stressed woman who almost lost her mind. It feels like my world has collapsed unceremoniously. I lost my direction again.

About thirty minutes I was in tears. Back the sound of the open door stealing my attention, I had no interest in seeing, but I accidentally caught the figure of the cruel man standing in front of me holding a baby.

"Zafran! Is that really you, son?" I immediately stood up to the man and looked at the baby in his carrier. My smile suddenly expands.

"Children of Umi, are you okay, son? Umi misses you so much. Umi's so scared of losing you!" as I aggressively took the baby and examined her whole body, I was afraid that she would hurt him.

I hugged Zafran full of longing, just half the day I didn't meet, it felt like my world stopped spinning. What if I lose forever, then I will no longer be able to live in this world.

I immediately took my baby sitting on the lip of the bed and gave my breast milk which had been abundant since then. I was so happy and excited that I forgot the presence of the man.

Suddenly awkwardness approached when the man's gaze was so attached to me. I don't know what to say, should I thank him? A sense of joy is present in my heart. I dare not look into his eyes so deeply.

I saw him get up from where he was, and then go to the bathroom. Only fifteen minutes The man who is now my husband came out of the bathroom using only a half-body towel.

The man casually put on his clothes in front of me. I closed my face and immediately looked away.

"No need to close my eyes, my body is halal for you to see" he said casually.

I can't speak. I refocused on my son, cradled with love and clenched tightly, I felt so afraid to lose him again for a moment.

"Bring Zafran here, you take a shower. Look at your face is a mess!" his word asks Zafran from my lap.

I shook my head quickly as his hand stretched out to ask Zafran, I hugged the little baby in a frightened manner. "I beg you not to take him away from me again" I cried with tears falling down instantly. My trauma is so great.

"Hey, I'm not gonna take it. I just want to rock it and give you time to take a shower. Didn't you see your clothes were messy, and also had been exposed to food scraps. Now bathe. Give him to me!"

I am still filled with all my fears. But it is true that my clothes are no longer comfortable for me to wear.

"Promise yes, don't take it from me" I said again begging.

"Yes, okay. I won't act out of bounds if you become an obedient woman" he said seriously.

I don't know, what kind of obedience does he mean? Do I have to obey all my wishes? Can I do all that? Ah, I don't know. I don't want to ask a lot, just let it all go, as long as I don't separate from my son.

A little hesitant, I immediately handed my son over to him, I tried to suppress such a deep fear. Immediately I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. After the shower I came out to make sure that man was still there.

When I came out, my heart was pounding when I saw the room was empty. I was again haunted by fear and anxiety. I put on my clothes immediately and immediately went out of the room to find where my son was.

"Oh, Master and baby Zafran are in the back garden, Non," replied the Bibik who made me breathe a sigh of relief.

I immediately set foot into the back garden. I heard the man's voice talking to his son.

"Sorry, honey, you're okay with formula milk for a second, right? Hopefully no problem with you, because Papa had asked the doctor to give you the best advice. Zaf, don't be mad at Papa huh. Oya, you call Umi the same stubborn woman, right? then you call me Abi yes,"

I was standing behind the back porch milestone listening to the conversation The man and his son, meaning he had already branded me as a stubborn woman. Ah, whatever he wants to call me.

I saw him loving Zafran sincerely. Is their bond so strong? I also saw the little baby always calm down in his father's cradle. Thankfully, it turned out that he did not act evil to Zafran when he took him away.

I came out of hiding, and soon approached two other men of that generation. He glanced at me, then refocused on Zafran. The tiny baby smiled anxiously in the lap of the man who was indeed his biological father.

I got closer to them, and the man looked at me from toe to head. "Why do you look like that? Where's the syar'i hijab and your veil?" his question raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Ah, a-there. I was..."

"What's? You're afraid I'm kidnapping Zafran again?" he asked who knew all my anxieties in my heart.

I just keep quiet, trying not to provoke his anger, my guts are shrill when he includes children in this matter. I will accept all his anger as long as my son remains in the abundance of affection.

I reached out asking for Zafran to return in my arms. He did not refuse to give up immediately. I smile again happily to hug my soul mate.

I took him to sit on the long bench there while enjoying the afternoon. He sat next to me. My heart skipped a beat when the distance was so close that between our elbows we came into contact, a skinship happened again between me and him.

"Are you and the man married in series?" her tan made me step up and immediately looked at her face which had always seemed so fierce, but this afternoon it seemed more relaxed.

"Why silence?"

"Ah, no," I answered immediately averted my eyes.

"What is not?"

"I-I'm legally married." I lie. I'm still afraid that if he questions my baby's father, I'm inexplicably still afraid that he'll take Zafran away from me.

"Don't lie to me. Because your data I checked in the religious court, no name Zahira bint Ali was recorded in the civil record" he explained, which made me jump back in disbelief. To the extent that this man found out about me.

Seriate....

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