I'M MY MOTHER'S HONEY

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

"I'm not a mistress, madam! so, don't call the mistress again huh" said Zahra softly, but with a sour face, do not like to be called a mistress, it feels like she became old like Ezra.

"Y-yeah lady, Eehh... Miss..!" said the maid stammered. Do not let the employer be offended. Yes, women, when it is sensitive about the call.

I want to be called Grandma. You are only 32 years old and have two children. Suddenly somewhere, someone asked, The child you are with is your grandson. Make the mood bad to hear it.

"That's what dong Bi is. Oh yeah, clean Rara's room, now!" Zahra said kindly. Actually he was curious about what happened outside the gate of this mansion. But, it felt so embarrassed asking ART.

Even so, the curious Rara still dragged her feet to the security guard post.

Zahra noticed the beautiful, glamorous-looking woman was similar to the woman who held her in the airport toilet a few weeks ago.

Is that woman, Rara's mother?

Zahra monologues, he's getting closer to the security guard post. If this is really the woman who instigated him in the airport toilet. So, obviously, brother ex-wife, her husband is evil. It is forbidden to meet Rara.

"Why isn't the mother allowed in, sir?" asked Ezra, to the security guard who did not take care of Rani who raged and wanted to pass through the concrete bars that blocked her.

"It's not allowed, Miss." Responding to the friendly security guard.

Zahra smiled faintly. He likes to be called Miss.

"Oowwhh...!" Zahra pursed her lips. I understand why this beautiful woman is not allowed in.

Ceh....

Hubby's taste is high, right? koq he likes my name, huh? is he tired of this kind of thing? his face was greasy and shiny. The powder is 5 cm thick.

Zahra monologues, noticing the clingy Rani, who is in a struggle to get inside, from foot to head.

Heels 15 cm. His nails are in silver color gliter paint. Pale white smooth legs, so white. The smooth white feet were challenging because Rani only wore hotpan combined with the interior of the shirt and crop. Very very stylish. Waist-length wavy hair, big eyes with pliable eyelashes, anti-storm

Cehh... Cehs...

Zahra was amazed at Rara's mother's appearance. Perfecto, artist of the capital passing.

"Hey....The abuser....!"

Zahra was surprised he was in the shoes of the actor. So surprised he jumped in shock. And holding his chest that his heart almost dislodged, because dikatainan pelakor.

He had been sympathetic and pitying Rani and there was an intention to allow her into the house. But, because it was said by the actor, he became angry.

"Me, is she talking to me?" Zahra pointed at herself, pretending not to feel the name of the actor she was accused of.

"Yes, you." Ketus Rani challenged. The pretty face was flushed already, due to emotions.

"Just tell me I'm an actor." Zahra was upset.

"You're the actor. Didn't realize you had taken your own mother's husband. You ungodly child." cried Rani, she could not stem the vexation in her heart. He was upset with the woman who was Ezra's wife because he still wanted to refer to Ezra.

Zahra growled in the shoes of a perakor. His boiling blood had already seen Rani who was now only a meter away in front of him and was only limited by a crossbar. I want it to feel like he's ripping off Rani's mouth.

"Why? don't accept the word actor? not aware of you? nothing else, man other than your own stepfather." Ketus Rani was still with her regretful expression. Her beautiful and meek face, was very contrasted with her frontal demeanor.

"Mother, you better go home. Because, the authorities are already heading to this place." Said Mr. Satpam, trying to stop the Rani who is in disobedience. Yes, they have reported Rani to the authorities. That's according to Ezra's orders. If, Rani makes a scene, directly reported to the authorities. Because it disturbs the peace.

Who tries not to be sad and upset. Meeting your own child is not allowed. Of course Rani is raging. Rani feels innocent, not guilty. Ngatain the actor. Even though he has become an actor, so the mistress of people again. Her husband is many. Even disposable all.

"I wouldn't have come home if I hadn't met my daughter Rara." His mouth was upset, went back to rampaging and calling Rara.

Zahra was currently holding back her emotions. She is pregnant, so easily offended. It is true that Rani said that, if she can be said to seize her own mother's husband. That thought was what was swirling around at this time in his head, which made him now dumbstruck and staring at Rani's nanar.

Thinking he was said to be an actor, made his head hurt once. Like a bogam hammer. Pain, nyut nyut. And so is his heart at this moment. Honestly, sometimes he does not accept a match with Ezra. Because, Ezra first married his mother. But, what you want to say, it's like it's a sign of his destiny.

Zahra could not hear clearly what the beautiful woman before her said. Because at this time, the number of Rani there are already more than seven in his eyes. He also felt something urgent wanting to get out of his digestive system. A grain of water as big as a corn seed, began to wet his forehead.

Zahra couldn't hold it anymore. It's gonna collapse. And the sound of sirens sounded faintly in the ears and suddenly darkened.

Before Zahra collapsed, security sir, managed to grab her body. And at that moment, Rani ngacir , get into her car quickly. Before the patrol car got to that place

"Non, Miss...!" Shouted security sir, holding Zahra quickly inside. He didn't faint. He can hear everything. But, he's not powerful. His head hurt a lot. His body suddenly hurt all too.

"Zahra, why is he sir? what's wrong with my daughter?" Anin who had just come out of Rara's room and had just arrived in the living room, was surprised by Zahra who was carried by the security guard.

"Non Zahra, you were about to faint, madam." Replied the security guard gasping. He felt Zahra's body weight was heavy.

"Bring to the room, let's hurry. Get me some warm water. Take the washcloth! make some sweet tea. Call doctor..!" Tell Anin to panic, why this strong daughter could faint. Not fainted yet, actually. But, helpless.

.Zahra's a strong boy, he won't faint easily.

Is it because of pregnancy?

Anin never stopped guessing about the state of her daughter.

"Zahras... Baby...!" Anin wiped Zahra's face that had been soaked in cold sweat.

Zahra did not answer, she just stared sadly at her mother. Feeling guilty, for having been her mother's honey.

"Boru, what's wrong with you? huh...?" Anin was surprised, his daughter was still looking fit and excited, now why be so weak.

"My head hurts a lot, Mom!" His words grimaced in pain, holding his head that felt like it was going to break.

"Did your blood pressure drop? or you're anemic. You're gonna have to have Neurobion injected." Anin was panicking. She remembers being pregnant with Zahra. If it is too tired, then the head will be dizzy, the view is twitching and limp. And if she's sipexi, the village midwife's mama will give her Neurobion injection.

"Don't know Mommy." Said Zahra still grimacing in pain.

"When did you last control, baby?" anin asked in full search with her panicked face

"A week ago Mommy." Zahra was still holding her head. "Sir, I'm sorry Zahra?"" Zahra remembered Rani's words. He took the mother's hand and kissed her. Don't let her mother hurt her. He does not want to be said as a bad boy.

"What are you talking about, honey? maaf for what?" Anin said, and coded ART, to make it faster to walk towards them. ART is seen carrying hot sweet tea.

Zahra was silent, as if she had no energy to talk about it anymore. Their problems are already over. Zahra is very sensitive now. Maybe because of her hormonal again soaring drastically.

"Drink first." Anin scoops the sweet tea and brings it closer to Zahra's mouth. With teary eyes, Zahra gulped it down. He was sad, why their fate was this cruel. Why she should be the mother's honey.

"Before the doctor comes, you rest first baby." Anin stroked the head of the princess.

"Sir, we go back to the village! we both live in our old house. My grandmother will be returning home soon." He looked sadly at his mother. Her face was tense, as it held back her crying.

"What do you say, baby?" Anin still gently stroked the princess' head.

"It's not good here, mak. Too many problems. Just mending us in the village. Let's eat boiled cassava, use chilli or sugar, it tastes delicious. There's nothing nosy." Now Zahra can't hold back her tears anymore. The clear liquid that escaped had already soaked his cheeks.

"Speak what you love. In the village there are also nosy. That's Miss Shusi is nosy." Anin knew where the princess was going. So he did not want to follow the flow of Rara's conversation.

"Bu Shusi is just shirk, ma'am. Yeah, you don't think we're going back to mom's village. Near his village ibot Bimo."

"Don't worry, don't just because the problem a little want to run away. People want to live in the city, you want to go home."

"In the village is delicious Mak. Anyway, I'm in there a gold mine. Even if it's parted from Hubby, it's mine."

"PARTY... Want to split....?" the sound of baritone with high intonation, made the mother and child surprised. Both of them looked at the origin of the voice. Who else would he be if not Ezra. The two now walked over with flat facial expressions.

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