Forced to Marry a Disabled Girl

Reassure

"Have you had breakfast?" asked Anita, who got the headband from the Algar.

"Why,?"

"Wait for mama."

"Ck, why wait for mama anyway, you're this." continued Anita, who now began to step her feet towards the bottom floor, while Algar followed behind.

"If you're hungry, have breakfast first, don't wait for your mom,"

"No way dong ma, usually we have breakfast together."

"Oh, let's have breakfast!" Anita pulls up the chair and drops her body there, which is also followed by the Algar.

"Fried rice tubers!" algar protest, when the mother offered a plate of fried rice complete with a sprinkling of fried onions and also chicken milk on it.

"Yes, this morning Mama asked bi Hanum to make it."

"Lho, so this morning my mom came down, I don't know" said Algar, who almost choked on the fried rice he was chewing.

"Towel just said! you've got bad habits from the beginning not lost, wonder mama." Anita shook her head while throwing a glass of white water in front of the Algar, which she struck as fast as lightning, then gulped the water until half was left.

"Algar thought my mom hadn't woken up yet!"

"It's precisely the fit of the mother down earlier, you're like the one who is still slitting!"

"Yes, my mom woke up at what time?"

"Hour 4!"

"Huh seriously?"

"Since when do you like to lie."

"Yes yes."

Silent...

Both Anita and Algar, finally choose silence until the food on their plates each toilet is not left.

"Algar is done, ma." Algar was about to stand up but was restrained when Anita just kept quiet with a blank look.

"Ma, mama?" Algar moved his hand right in front of Anita's face, but the mother seemed unaware of it, making Algar sigh several times, and called out to her even louder.

"Ma?"

"Eh," Anita gasped, and the Replex gulped his drink down the toilet.

"Why Al, what did you say?"

"Ck mama daydreaming, thinking what the hell ma, try if mama again has a problem it's a story to me, who knows Algar can help ma!" said Algar who now sits back while holding both hands of the mother who feels cold.

"Al, uh,"

"Yes why?"

"If Ben has time, invite him to dinner together at our house, and don't forget to ask him to make his wife too."

Anita looked flabbergasted, gulping her saliva with difficulty, worried also if her grief would be apparent by her son.

"Ma_"

"Gini Al, you want, yesterday mama only briefly met them, even very short, mama so not good, mama also has not had time to talk much with his wife, his wife, so you want to meet at a leisure time, so that you are satisfied with talking."

"Oh so,?" Algar seemed to be nodding his head, understood.

"So when can you invite them to dinner here?"

"Try later Algar asked Ben first yes ma, it's not good too he's a newlywed."

"Udah long time!"

"Oh yeah, too!" Algar chuckles to himself.

"Jaudah Algar stay ahead first!"

"Yes!"

After the death of the Algar, Anita was again pensive with thoughts that breezed buana.

Until it shakes the phone in her pants pocket, makes Anita wake up and rush to pick it up, pressing the green icon on the screen, when she sees who the caller is.

"Where?" he said, when the phone was connected.

"According to the info from the local neighbors, the girl's first daughter Mr. Arfan from his first wife ma'am." replied someone from there, which made Anita's body start shaking instantly.

"The son of his first wife you said?" asked Anita to make sure, that she did not hear wrong.

"Mom, not many know it, but one of them said it was the truth."

"Is there anything else you want to say, or is there anything else you want to know besides that?"

"No, I think that's enough, for other things I'll try to figure it out myself."

"Well, ma'am."

"Hmm, yes thank you, for the payment I will transfer later."

"Good, mom!"

After the connection was cut off, Anita rushed back to her room to confirm something.

He was already convinced by how he felt, but for him there was no harm if he gathered even stronger evidence.

Anita took a box that she had kept for 17 years, a little trouble when she opened the box made of the can, because on each side of the can had started to rust, whereas once every 3 months he always opens it, to just polish it using lubricating oil, in order to always make it easier to open the can at any time if he wants to see the contents.

"My guess is right, but I want to make sure of it once again!" he muttered, after he looked at the 3 photos of his first little princess.

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