FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

Birthmarks

"The name is the same as the name of the father's missing daughter. His face was also very similar to that of his father's wife. Is it possible that your future wife, her daughter, the father of Ardhi's disappearance?" Mr. Zainuddin was indeed made unsettled, after knowing that the woman who would marry Ardhi was named after his missing daughter.

She desperately wished that the woman was her daughter who went missing about seventeen years ago. Mr. Zainuddin really felt his name in anxious hope.

"It could be sir, because Melati is not Mr. Samsul's biological child." Said Ardhi with an expression no less surprised. If true later Melati is the daughter of Mr. Zainuddin, he will feel more guilty. He had desecrated the daughter of a father who had made him the rich man he is today.

Mr. Zainuddin was increasingly surprised to hear Ardhi's statement. He must meet with Mr. Samsul. He has to make sure. He was sure it was his daughter. His gut says so.

After staring intently at Ardhi with his astonishment. Mr. Samsul immediately moved from his seat. He was very curious about Melati. Mr. Zainuddin left Ardhi still dumbfounded in his seat. Then the man followed Zainuddin.

Mr. Zainuddin's goal was to find Mr. Samsul to his room. After arriving in front of his room Mr. Samsul. Mr. Zainuddin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He was preparing his heart, when he heard the answer from Mr. Samsul later. She really hopes Melati is her daughter.

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Repeatedly Mr. Zainuddin knocked on the door of his room Mr. Samsul. But there is no truth from within.

"Mr, it looks like Mr. Samsul is in Melati's room." Ardhi said, the man is now behind Mr. Zainuddin, still with a look of anxious face.

Mr. Zainuddin nodded weakly, both of them now headed towards his room Melati. Sure enough in the room, it appeared Mr. Samsul, Khadijah's mother, Melati and her two sisters were laughing lightly, it seemed like his sister Melati was laughing. Gathering all family members, telling stories that have been passed and chatting can make the mood improve. Melati so feel have spirit and energy, after gathering with her family.

"Sir Ardhi, Mr Zainuddin?" Mr. Samsul got up straight from his seat. Welcomed the two men with kindness.

When he reached the room, the gaze of Mr. Zainuddin never separated from Melati who was sitting leaning on the headboard of the bed. Melati smiled faintly at Mr. Zainuddin who looked at him with such adhesion.

Mr. Zainuddin could not control his feelings for him anymore, now his myopic eyes that wear glasses were already thick fog. Looks like a clear liquid, will come out with a rush from those myopic eyes. She was sure, Melati was her daughter.

"Me-lati, Melati Assyifa." Pak Zainuddin's lips trembled as he called out his name Melati. The gushing tears came rushing out drenching the man's wrinkled cheeks. The man approached Melati

Melati, Both parents were confused and surprised by the attitude of Mr. Zainuddin who cried in front of them. Why did the old man they just saw this morning come crying.

"My daughter... My daughter Melati..!" Mr. Zainuddin immediately hugged Melati with his fossif. The man found his treasure. Found her missing baby, when Melati was four years old.

Melati was completely confused and astonished by the actions of Mr. Zainuddin who embraced her with such suddenness. Although he was still confused, he welcomed Mr. Zainuddin warmly. But, Melati's gaze was as if asking for an explanation from her parents. Mr. Samsul and Mrs Khadijah. Melati does not know at all, sa.pao this second, if she is not the son of Mr. Samsul and Ibu Khadijah.

"Son, my daughter, my God... Thank you very much, Lord..!" Mr. Zainuddin directly examined Melati's wrist after she unraveled her embrace from Melati. Tears of happiness still continue to come out of the eyes of Mr. Zainuddin.

"Here, this is this mole. You really are my daughter." It turns out that Melati has a green bean mole on her right wrist.

After being infused, Melati felt she had energy. But, the presence of Mr. Zainuddin who suddenly said that he was his daughter, made him so tense and confused.

"Dear my daughter" Mr. Zainuddin kissed Melati's hand. Melati considered her just like my little daughter right now. Mr. Zainuddin can no longer stem his happiness. She's 100 percent sure Melati is her daughter.

"Beauty, my little daughter, my darling, a little girl." Mr. Zainuddin reached into his wallet. With trembling hands the man took out a 3 R photo, from his wallet. Show that photo to Melati.

Melati was completely confused. He watched the photo. This photo is very similar to his picture when he was a child. Because, he also had a photo when he was a child with Mr. Samsul and Ms. Khadijah. Even the necklace on the neck of the child was photographed that he was holding at this time, exactly the same as the necklace he had photographed with Mr. Samsul and Ms. Khadijah. The necklace was a toy with the initials Melati.

Melati looked at Mr. Samsul and Ms. Khadijah alternately with question marks. Ask for an explanation of what he is hearing right now.

Seeing Melasti was confused. Mr. Zainuddin moved from his seat. The man approached Mr. Samsul who was standing not far from him.

"Said Ardhi, Melati is not your biological daughter. Is that right, Mr Samsul?" asked Mr. Zainuddin with a waving voice. He did not want to hear the denial answer.

Mr. Samsul looked at Melati who was also still dumbfounded. Now the expression of a sad and confused face was clearly visible on her pale face Melati. Even tears had fallen down her cheeks.

It's time he said this to Melati.

"Yes Mr. Zainuddin." Said Mr. Samsul lirih. The man immediately wiped his tears.

Huahuaaa.... Hua...

Jasmine's cry broke out, what other fact was this. Khadijah's mother immediately embraced Melati. The woman was crying too. But, he must be strong.

"Inang, Unang cried beho. Ligin's your condition, ho Inda tola sets. On news na jeges, Unang be crying. (My daughter, don't cry anymore. Remember how you are. You can't strap. It's good news, baby, don't cry.) " Khadijah's mother tried to calm Melati who is now always shaking it. What happened today was very surprising. Jasmine until she felt her chest tight, oxygen as if she could not be inhaled anymore.

"Indak Umak, AU this child umak dohot Dad." Melati's speech is still in the arms of the mother. (No Mom, I'm Mom and Dad's son)

"Olo host, ho still do borukku the roha. Huahauaa.,!" Khadijah's mother was crying hysterically again. The girl he grew up with, his upbringing, has found a finger on him. (Yes my daughter, you will still be my kind daughter.)

Ardhi looked up, holding back the rebellious tears wanting to come out of it. After this shocking fact was revealed, how would Melati's attitude be to him. I hope that woman does not refuse to marry him.

"Pak Samsul, there is no need for DNA testing. I'm sure Melati is my daughter." Mr. Zainuddin held his shoulder, Zainuddin who was still touched.

"Yes sir, I believe. The evidence you said is all true. But, sorry that gold necklace, we have sold "Samsul Sir looked down, he felt ashamed and guilty for selling his necklace Melati.

"One month we treated Melati, she was very ill. Typhoon, we didn't have any money at that time. So you sold the necklace." Said Mr. Samsul sad, remembering with Melati who was sick at that time.

"Yes Mr. Samsul, it's okay." Mr. Zainuddin with a happy face and sparkling eyes, approached Melati again.

"This is your Aby son. You used to call him Aby." Melati tears her eyes, she smiled at Mr. Zainuddin. He did not dare to hug the old man. He did not believe in what happened today.

Seeing the doubt in his eyes Melati. Mr. Zainuddin also approached Mr. Samsul. "We're doing a DNA test." Firmly Mr. Zainuddin, he wants to convince Melati.

"Test DNA?" Ardhi silenced the two old men.

"Iya Ardhi, like her Melati does not believe that Father This is her father." Mr. Zainuddin again shed tears.

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