Falling in Love With Your Ex Wife

Orphanage.

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The heart of the child who was not injured when only able to rub his parents' name on a black tombstone along with the inscription Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un.

That was also what Starla felt, especially when both eyes clearly stared at the row of numbers on the same Father's death date as Chia's birth. The pain is doubled because the two people there is nothing he can hug at all at this time.

"La, haven't you?" arlan asked after he also finished leading the prayer.

"Already, Brother. Want as long as the father and mother will not be able to get up from there," he said without turning his head because both eyes remain focused on the two adjacent tombs.

Starla wakes up aided by Arlan, who is hugged out of a public burial place to a car waiting outside the fence.

"We're looking for food first yes, later tonight it will be back to town X," said Arlan who only answered a nod of the head by Starla.

During these 4 years, he was indeed a little dependent on the man. Starla only received clean, comfortable and full because Arlan always gave the best for the woman. Starla believes in and has given everything up to the most trivial things, such as the color of her clothes and diet.

Starla doesn't realize that she's being put together. And he was not aware if it was not only the King who could do this.

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Lunch is over, in between their chat turns out Arlan got the news that requires her to leave at this time as well, initially he forced Starla to come along, but the woman certainly refused because of his arrival to the capital to do his own business, he did not want to be a person who did not understand anything when with Arlan later.

"I'll be worried, " said Arlan before getting up from his seat.

"I'm 23, what are you worried about me for?" ask Starla.

"Yes already, I'm going yes, call me when you get to H

otel, I'll get you a cab" Arlan replied with a heavy heart, having to leave and let Starla go home to their lodging.

"Yes," he said slowly, and again the woman just had to wait, go up and get to the hotel.

Not until 10 minutes, Starla was already sitting in the back seat of a car that Arlan ordered for her, Starla was just manut and nodded with all the rows of Arlan's messages that were thrown very clearly.

The journey that should only be 20 minutes to the hotel is now actually slow because there is an improvement. Cars that usually can go fast are now like snails that actually have to stop many times a few minutes because they have to replace with other vehicles. Like this time, the car stopped for 3 minutes and there was no sign to go forward, Starla was upset to arrange her seat to be more comfortable. Until he accidentally looked to the left.

"The Muara Kasih orphanage" Starla said as she looked at a sign on the side of the road.

His heart that seemed to be moved suddenly made the woman ask the driver to lower her, at first the man behind the wheel did not allow but because Starla forced finally he could go down as well.

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The signboard that was on the side of the road continued to be stared at closely by Starla, reading the sentence of the orphanage as if he was slapping himself who was also an orphan who had no parents, relatives and even life partners.

"There's no harm in sharing with them" Starla said with a smile, her determination was unanimous to enter the orphanage.

Although he was lucky enough not to have to live there but still, it felt like a kara was not good in any way. There was nowhere to go, sulking and asking for help and protection.

"Waalaikum Salam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," said a white hijab woman approaching.

Starla who was allowed to enter directly in welcome his arrival, without stale bases he also expressed the intention of his goal could be in that place.

"Thank you for everything that Miss has given to children, hopefully what is prayed for will soon be granted and happy birth," said the mother of the head of the Orphanage Foundation.

"Aamiin, Mum. Thanks again."

Starla just smiled a little, talking about prayer for some reason Chia's shadow flashed in Starla's eye patch and her son's name was mentioned many times in her deepest heart.

"May I see the children, ma'am?" starla Pinta.

"Oh, sure, let me drop off. There are several places here for their play area, in the backyard of one of them," replied Si Ibu Foundation.

The two other women walked together, Starla just nodded as she explained one by one until now to the backyard of the orphanage where several children were gathered.

"I can go there, Mom?" pinta Starla again.

"Sure, please."

Just as she stepped a few meters away, Starla had to turn her head when there was the sound of a child behind her.

"Oh," he exclaimed as there was also the sound of broken glass.

Degs...

Starla did not immediately turn her head because her heart melos arrived, but a few seconds later she turned her body.

There was a little girl whose face was certainly different from the others, she was beautiful, white, clean with round eyes like her.

"It hurts" the boy complained.

"Where is sick? can Aunty see?" ask Starla.

The two stared at each other for a moment without blinking. Starla who crouched down to parallel was instantly startled when she got a hug.

"Sick," repeated again this time while sobbing.

"Yes, we'll treat ya, will you?" bargain Starla while stroking the little girl's back for a little more calm.

"Know"

"Yes, don't cry, honey. Let's tell Aunty first, what's your name?" there is curiosity and confidence in Starla's heart if the child in her arms is not one of the orphanage residents.

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Xyla...