Exchange Myself for Justice

Chapter 47

Zahira again felt a severe headache. The woman always groaned in pain. Zico immediately took his wife to lie on the bed.

"Come on, honey, lie down first." Zico helps Zahira to lie on the bed.

Slowly the man's hands gently pinched his wife's head, there was still no resistance, whether the woman was tired of pushing herself as she approached.

"Mas, why does my head hurt like this? Usually never hurts," she shrieked until unexpectedly the woman raised her head to make Zico's thigh as a cushion.

Zico was again shocked beyond measure when his wife had dared to lay her head on his thigh. Did he remember back? Zico immediately stroked the wife's crown gently.

"It hurts, honey?" ask her gently.

"Not so, Mas, where's Zafran?" ask the woman again.

"Zafran?" tanya Zi still could not believe that his wife also remembered her Son.

"Hmm, where is he Mas, why did I not see," he replied flatly.

"Ah, there's honey, Zafran's in his room."

"Kok over there, bring it here Mas. Poor thing he's got to sleep alone."

"Yes, honey, I'll bring it. You just take a break."

"No, I want Zafran, Mas!" she held him up while holding her body to sit in line.

"Yes, honey, I'll bring Zafran here, but you need to rest" said the man who could not bear to see the woman.

"I want Zafran, Mas," she whined as she walked into her husband's arms.

Zico immediately returned the hug so affectionately and peeked at the top of his head repeatedly. "Well, honey, I'll take Zafran, you just wait here." The man immediately went out of the room and headed for the tiny nursery.

"Zi, where is Zafran going?" ask Mama to cross paths

"Ah, Ma, I want to take it to the room, because Zahira asked Zafran," he said still holding the sleeping baby.

"Are you serious? is he not afraid of you?" mama asked so curious.

"Alhamdulillah for now he has remembered me, and Zafran, Ma. I don't want to conclude. Let's hope this is a good start" the man told his mother.

"Aami... I hope Zahira really remembers. Mama always prayed for her recovery," Mama said sincerely.

"Thank you, Ma." Zico headed straight for his room.

"Loh, have slept Mas," she said while taking Zafran in the hands of her husband.

"Yes, honey, sleep in her room."

Zahira took the baby in her cradle, and kissed affectionately. Seen from the look of his face misses the child very much.

Zico saw only the taste of haru, the feeling of dreams, almost a month full of women who do not remember him and the baby. Of course he's very happy.

"Mas, why are you, how sad?" the woman asked, looking in wonder at her husband who looked teary.

Zico walked up to the two people he loved. "Daddy, do you remember who I am?" tanyanya made sure once again.

"Mas, why are you talking like that? Yes of course I remember. You are my husband. Why the hell is Mas? Have I forgotten you?" zahira asked confusedly.

Zico did not answer, he only held the woman so tightly and possessively, afraid that later the wife would forget herself again.

"Sir, don't forget me again, remember me always," she shrieked the woman's face.

Zahira broke her embrace, and looked at the man's face so deeply. "Mas, how long have I forgotten you? What the hell am I doing? Did I hurt your feelings?" tanyanya. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't want that to happen again in my life either. Sorry if I didn't realize I was doing it. I really don't remember anything, Mom,"

Zahira rubbed the face of the father of her child gently. The nerve begins to drain the clear liquid. Guilt lingered, maybe she had hurt her husband for as long as she didn't remember anything.

"Darling, I never blame you. I'm only afraid when you forget me again. My days are empty when you look at me as someone else."

"Please pray that it will no longer happen, Mas. May Allah bring my mind back."

"Aamiin, O God." The couple again hugged the baby was among them as a complement to happiness.

Zahira is asleep with her baby, while Zico still has a hard time meeting dreams. The man is still afraid and anxious if later when the wife wakes up again forget him.

"Mas Zi, aren't you asleep yet?" zahira asked as she woke up to her husband sitting looking at her so deeply.

"Subhanallah, of course I remember Mas, God willing I will always remember you. Udah, let's go to sleep," Zahira grabbed Zi's hand to immediately slash down beside her.

The man who works as a Supreme Court Justice was according to when the soft hand was carrying lying next to him. Zahira changed her sleeping position to face her husband.

Zico wrapped his cheeks together gently, peeping at the tiny lips he had long since missed. "I miss you so much, Dek," she shrieked in the woman's ear.

"I'm all yours, Mommy" replied Zahira so resignedly in the cradle of her husband's affection.

The man's desire was increasingly passionate to hear the voice of the woman's resignation. Zico immediately smeared Zahira's lips with feeling and affection. A happy night for the couple, whose affection has been hindered by the forgotten disease that his wife is suffering from is now back they knit with longing.

If the couple is happy for the return of the memory of the wife, different from a woman who was heartbroken on the night of the ceremony.

"Ma, introduce, she is Mila, my lover," said Adri introduced the woman who has filled her heart for several months.

The middle-aged woman stared from the tip of her foot to the tip of her hair. There was no warm welcome or smile on his lips. Mila became clumsy with fear. His net was staring at everyone in the living room.

"Good night, ma'am," said Mila reached out her hand, but did not get a welcome from the woman, even avoiding her hand when the simple beautiful girl wanted to greet her.

"Died where are you? Where do you know my son? What profession?" the woman asked for more than interrogation.

"I work in a cafeteria. I know Mas Adri there, it just so happens that our cafeteria is close to Mas Adri's workplace," explained Mila answering the question of the woman who had given birth to the man she loved so much.

"Hjp! So you only work as a canteen guard. Do you wish you could get my blessing? Have you ever been in glass? Look at how you look and look! Like the word, is it appropriate when the shell stringing gems?"

Duaarr!

It was like lightning striking in the middle of the night blind. The woman's heart was so sick and bitter, two grains of clear liquid fell on the corner of her cheek.

"Ma! What did Mama say?! I love Mila very much. Please respect my decision!" Stuck Adri in annoyance.

"Don't fight Mama Adri! You have the right to decide what is right for you!"

"No Ma! I'm the more..."

"Already, Mas. I'm fine!" Mila immediately left the man's parents' residence.

"Mila, wait a minute!" Adri wanted to pursue the girl's steps, but her steps came to a halt when Mama's call was so loud.

"Let her go Adri!" jolt the old woman.

Adri stopped his steps, then turned his head back, slowly his body facing the mother.

"What kind of woman does Mama want for me? Is it like Tasya?" adri asked calmly, but her eyes flashed sharply.

"Yes, Mama wants you and Tasya to get married. He's more worthy of us. She is beautiful, rich, and also a designer" Mama replied proudly mentioning the title of the woman.

Adri smiled blandly looking at the woman who had given birth to him in this world. "What if I refuse Mama's wish?" tanyanya flat.

"Don't be an ungodly child you're Adri!" jolt Mama was very upset.

"I'm sorry, Ma, I never intended to fight back or wanted to be an ungodly child. But I have the right to determine my own happiness. This time I will not follow your wishes. And that's the reason why until now I was alone, because Mama never accepted every woman I loved. Excuse me!"

Adri immediately left the place, and caught up with the woman who had been given shame to her Mama. Adri will never leave that woman.

In the middle of the night, Mila walks down the streets of the lucky city. His heart was so sick and bitter. What's wrong with her is a poor girl.

Mila shrank her tears that could not stop. The twenty-six-year-old woman recalled the words of her parents. "Find a partner who is equal to us, son, never put your heart to a man of wealth, because you will not be appreciated by his family"

"It turns out that what Mom said was true. Yeah, I should forget about Mas Adri. I have to let her out of my life." The woman muttered to herself.

Tin! Tin!

The sound of the car horn and the incandescent light of the four-wheeled vehicle stopped his steps. Mila looked back, she saw the man she had just intended to let go was already behind her.

Adri immediately got out of the car, the man approached where the lover was standing. The girl still looked teary-eyed.

Seriate....

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