I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 51: Shena's Curiosity

An hour later. Shena finally came out of the bathroom. Stifled footsteps to walk so slowly. No doubt makes Danish immediately act by coming to the wife, then carrying her without permission. Then sit on the sofa to make it more comfortable to enjoy breakfast together.

On the glass table there are two servings of fried rice sausage which is also sprinkled with crispy shrimp. Plus two glasses of mango juice that looks fresh is tempting. The breakfast menu is heavy, but impossible to resist.

Danish prepared everything this morning. The man wanted to provide the best service. Although he does not know about Shena's favorite food and drinks. This is purely the intention of a husband who wants to please his wife.

"Mas, did you make the fried rice?" Shena stared at the breakfast menu with a twinkle of happy words, making Dan smile thinly while holding out a plate of fried rice from the table.

"We eat first, and yes. I've allowed you today with the class guide. So don't worry about college." Say Danish before starting to pray, then enjoy breakfast in the morning.

The sound of the clink of a spoon that is mutually unpretentious becomes an repellent of silence. Both are so calm to enjoy the food that it does not feel in a short time leaving the dishes dirty. It feels full, but the throat feels uncomfortable. Mango juice extract is a relief.

Satisfied face with tongue swaying. Admittedly a delicious breakfast menu, not even inferior to the taste of the restaurant. Just look, Shena is still trying to taste the rest of the pleasure that has a different taste.

"SheZa, here's your hand!" Danish pulled out Shena's hand which was still playing on the plate, then wiped it with a wet tissue, then reworked it with a dry tissue. "Now, what are we gonna do at home?"

I don't know. He doesn't know either. After all, inside his brain there was only about projects, projects and projects. Other than lessons, there is nothing else. Only, did Danish not intend to go to work? Time has shown at eight in the morning.

Seeing the wife who was just daydreaming. His outstretched hand rubbed the head of the girl sitting next to him. "What does my wife think? Don't tell me about last night."

"Mas! Don't be weird, deh." Shena flicked her lips making Danish chuckle softly.

The eyes clashed with each other, but Shena quickly decided that her eyes were turning out there. Where the curtains are constantly swaying with the balcony door that is wide open. The air is fresh. It turns out that air circulation is running smoothly.

"Mas, may I know. What is the history between you and Fatih? If you don't mind." Shena said half-glued, barely audible even if not listening.

Open-ended questions with a definite intention. Has anyone disturbed his wife's mind? If so, is this related to Fatih, his foster sister? For a moment, he thought of several possibilities, until he heard the explanation for the question that Shena asked.

Shena let out a long sigh, "I want to tell you the truth, but before that. I wonder if your relationship is a distant relative, or a close relative or just a human being. Whatever the answer from Dan. That's what's gonna determine."

After thinking carefully. The two hands of the wife, soft strokes in the hands with eyes drown each other. When man says honesty, then the look of the eye will explain without doubt.

"Fatih, huh?" Dan's heavy voice sounded different, as if the burden of tens of tons was on his shoulders. "Actually, the Anderson family had nothing to do with Fatih. If it were not for one favor that became a return. Maybe, my family didn't raise Fatih as an adopted son."

Trying to digest what her husband explained. If it is not a brother, it means humanity. But what does one mean for help and return? Who is the helper? Who should pay with a return?

"Don't be confused, My wife. Just listen first, then you can understand what happened in the whole story of the Anderson family. In the past, when we had an economic crisis. Papa works anything in order to support his son and wife. Even though it must be hot on the streets."

The story between the Anderson family and Fatih's parents begins a few years ago. In the past, when Danish was fifteen years old. Anderson who owned the business, but was cheated by his business partner. The man ended up being a traveling merchant. It could be said that the lowest point of life phase.

At that time I knew Fatih's father who incidentally as a cafe manager. A year friends, until Anderson finally began to move to the city to start his new business in order to move forward. No one knows, if a quarter of the money is used for business capital. The funds were lent by Fatih's father.

The truth was kept tight between Anderson and Fatih's father. However, every secret will be revealed by itself. It's all about time, sooner or later. When secrets become family debates. At the same time, the Fatih family suffered a disaster.

At that time, Fatih's age was seventeen. The result of a single accident. His parents died on the spot and to repay Fatih's father's kindness. So Anderson took a quick response by raising Fatih as the second son. Good initiative to get full support from the family.

Mama Quinara who can't get pregnant anymore because her uterus has been removed. Plus the treasures they had also had rights in Fatih's name. There is no rejection for the common good. Not without reason, why the family gave the best facilities to Fatih.

Like a hand that receives help, it is ready to do the same good without having to consider profit and loss. From then on, Fatih was considered a family without bringing up the past or the identity of the young man himself.

A sweet story with real truth. Shena linked both hands. Dilemmas. After he heard the one-sided story. Why is his heart unable to tell the truth from the other side. Maybe all this time there was no problem between Danish and Fatih.

However, trouble came only because of his presence in the life of the Anderson family. This means, if he is honest. It could be Danish to believe, but the worst possibility would be a stranger to doubt. Trying to weigh the good and bad for honesty.

"Mas, which one is heavier. The truth? The honesty? Trust?" shena asked, releasing the hand link, then leaning her body behind the sofa.

"Truth will not matter without honesty until trust is lost without a trace. I feel like the matter this time is more serious than I thought. SheZa, please don't play puzzles with me. Tell me what you're keeping from me!"