I'M MY MOTHER'S HONEY

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Anin and the princess were standing with a bad feeling in front of Rara's room. The time has shown at 10:05 Wib. The boy had not yet come out of his room. He hasn't even had breakfast. From then on the ARTs had been pacing around banging on the door of Rara's room, asking the boy out for breakfast. Or the door is opened, so ART can deliver food to Rara.

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Anin finally wants to bang on Rara's bedroom door. After a long argument with Zahra. Because neither of them would knock on the door of the room.

"Assyn....!"

Zahra said with her chest pounding. He was actually traumah to communicate with Rara. Because Zahra doesn't want to argue. He and Rara are sworn enemies.

"Rome.... It's Zahra, open the door. You have to eat." Zahra said softly, but her facial expression mocked Zahra from behind the door. Of course Anin tapped Zahra's ears which he thought was disrespectful.

"Damnah... Umak, sick tofu." Zahra held onto her ear that her mother had just picked up.

"You're why you're mocking him behind the door. You are now her mother. Isa must be wise. Even if your heart is angry and hates him. You don't have to show that hate. Patience....!" Said Anin slowly, to which Zahra responded with a wry smile.

"I'm not a mother Mak continued. He's not Hubby's son!" whisky Zahra.

"Yes, umak knows, but Ezra still thinks of him as a child. So, you should also be able to think of her as a child "Obviously Anin with her serious face.

"I'll consider her a child, if she's being polite to you. If she still looks lightly and does not appreciate me as a hostess here. Don't expect, I'll consider him a child " said Zahra annoyed. His heartache has not ended for Rara.

"Ra, the old man has to give in."

"Religion... I'm not her mom!" zahra insisted, knocking on the door again strongly.

"Rara, open the door, baby. You have to eat." Now Anin persuades Rara.

Ciih...

"Bas on spoiled children!" Said Zahra with his face down. Her lips are seen rising next to her. He's a severe sewot.

Kolkata ..

The door was open as well. It looks like Rara is bowing her head.

"Yes Mom, sorry. I was in the shower." He said slowly, still feeling afraid of Zahra who glared at him. The door to his room was open a little.

"Ooh.. Mandatory bath?"

"Zmazhim...!" Anin clenched her teeth staring intently at the princess, who from earlier seemed to want to fight.

Where maybe Rara's mandatory shower. The groom just ran away.

The words mocking Zahra, actually very disturbing Rara's heart. But he did not want to extend it. He did not respond to Zahra's words. Because he no longer has power. Zahra could've kicked him out of that house. Where her husband escaped. If he fights, he is expelled. Where does he have to go? should he go back to his mother? because no one else loved him in that house.

"Sorry, I'm a hassle." His hand grabbed the jar of food for him trembling. His mental honesty is unstable at the moment.

"We can't go in?" zahra asked, looking at Rara. Before Rara pressed him. He must show his power. She's the lady of the house. Rara acted as if she did not want Zahra and Anin to go into her room.

"Oowww.. Mom-it's like that, I'm a mess." Rara said with a stutter. He feels life is threatened now. What if the two women before him finish him off. Take revenge.

"Maybe don't lock yourself up, so ART clears your room. You don't fly anymore, do you?"

"Son.... No....!" Rara protested quickly, so surprised he, the food in his hand almost fell.

"ZahRah....!" Anin glared sharply at Zahra.

"I'm just a lot of Mak. If not thank you." Said Zahra passing Rara nyelonong into Rara's messy room.

Yes all night for this, Rara vented her frustration. Lots of stuff thrown.

He was obviously scared and mentally disturbed. He once berated Anin, while Anin was keeping him in the hospital.

Rara really feels insecure now.the two women who are in her room, are the women who once bullied her.

"Enak is a rich man. If you are angry and upset. Goods thrown, broken destroyed. I don't think the loss caused. The poor must think." Said Zahra starting to pick up Rara's messy things. Starting from pillows, clothes, dolls and photo albums.

The frightened Rara did not dare to look at Zahra. He sat vigilantly on the sofa in the corner of the room, and Anin seemed to want to bribe him.

"My, I can ma'am." He said with teary eyes. Rara will be very touched, when there are people who are kind and sincere to her. Just like Amen is doing right now.

"Your hand is still sick. Let's open his mouth!" anin said kindly. His body language looks full of sincerity.

Withstanding the urgent clear liquid coming out of her beautiful eyes. Rara opened her mouth and one mouth escaped already.

"Your arm bandage hasn't been put on?" Anin watched Rara's sewn wrist

"Not yet." Speech weak.

"Emmm... Like it doesn't have to be bandaged anymore. Let it dry quickly." Anin proposes, noticing the wound on Rara's wrist.

"If it hasn't been a week, it should still be bandaged Mak. Let's not get shit, get infected again. Keep his hands rotten and amputated. Dear, beautiful deformed."

"Zahrah....!" Anin again warned his daughter, who had always been fishing.

"Wrong again, that's exactly what I said." Zahra replied smiling wryly. Even though he forgave Rara. The boy needs to be shunned. Gratitude realize yourself.

"eeehh.... Here, is this ibot's photo?" Zahra's eyes are interested in seeing photos that are very similar to Bimo's. "Wad.... Many of his pictures were torn up. This is Bimo's picture, right?"

Zahra curiously walked quickly to Anin. He wanted Anin to see the photo too.

Rara's getting quieter. Because Zahra was talking about Bimo's photo.

"Look at Mak." Anin grabbed some of the photos that Rara had proffered. Surely photos that have not been torn up.

"Yes, this is Bimo and who is this little girl?"

Auto Zahra and Anin both turned to look at Rara who was throwing her face. Because the girl's face was very similar to Rara's.

"This is you Rara.?" asked Zahra to come closer to Rara.

Rara, who was not ready to be interrogated, did not want to look at the photo in front of her.

"Zmazhim...!" Anin pulled the princess's arm, in order to get away from Rara.

From her body language, Rara clearly already, if she is not wanting to discuss the photo.

"Have it done, you just sorted it all out." Tell Anin, code with his eyes. So don't bother Rara just yet.

"Yes Mak "Zahra came out of that room. He'll ask for ART, clean Rara's room

He was lazy to look at the face of Rata, who was now like a plain, innocent face.

Zahra will enter the kitchen. The noise in the security guard post quite caught his attention.

Zahra curiously asked the waiter. Why are there storms outside.

"That's Non Rara's mother, Madam!" Answer ART female gender friendly.

"I'm not a mistress, ma'am. Don't call the mistress anymore huh" said Zahra gently, but with a sour face, do not like to be called a mistress, it feels like she became old like Ezra.

TBC.

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