I WAS THE THIRD PERSON
Seventy Two
"This is the recompense for my injustice, Rabb ... You keep me away with the bodies I love. Forgive me, Lord ...."
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💔18 MONTHS LATER
The pretty, deft looking raga put a 9-month-old baby in her front sling. He put cardboard boxes containing birthday cake afterwards in a large container placed on the back of his matic seat. He was wearing a helmet and was ready to take the wheel, until a small body with an American captain's helmet and a bottle of drinking water crossed on his body immediately approached and climbed behind the woman's body and tightly embraced the body afterwards.
The matic wheel penetrates the traffic jam of Bandung.Sun rays are crawling up, making the sweat begin to come out of the pores of his skin and two children who accompany him.
A cake shop with a large board reading "MAYLEERA CAKE & BAKERY" was in front of him. A salesman immediately went outside and approached him. Take the boxes of birthday cakes from the container and bring them in and put them in the storefront. Not to forget the salesman seemed to invite chattering adorable baby in the sling uminya.
"Go ahead yuk, ma'am! Ngeteh," said the salesman was friendly.
"Thank you, but I'm on business. Next time!" said the woman.
"Foolah. Be careful, Ma'am! As usual I transfer in the afternoon!"
"Yes sip, easy!"
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The woman broke through the traffic jam again. Bring the maticnya through the rice fields to penetrate into an elite housing there. Two-story house with a blend of olive green and soft orange became the goal.
He had an appointment with his relatives that morning. The promise of venting the longing he had to fulfill before the relatives returned to Jakarta with his routine there. Yes, the relatives do work in Jakarta and visit Bandung every time he has a holiday.
The huge gate opened, its matic immediately landed pretty in the courtyard. Without permission, he immediately entered the house. He who was missed had just come out of his room.
"Heiii ... Uncle's whiz!" his screeches. The strapping raga immediately approached and grabbed the handsome-looking little man's body with chinos and the black T-shirt with the American captain's image.
"Uncle put me down! I'm a big boy now, can't be carried said Umi!"
"Hooo.. okay okay, go to Uncle's room, Uncle has a present for you in bed!"
"Yeah ...!" his screams were enthusiastic and his shadow was no longer visible.
"Sir ...!" The woman finally let out her voice.
"My sweet sister! How are you, honey!"
"Good, Brother."
"Waw, it's been 2 weeks since we met. Nura's body looked more contained. She's beautiful like you, Fura!"
Yes, that woman is Fura. Nuha Shafura's. The first wife chose to leave. He did not expect the relationship that was done before his departure left a seed that grew into a fetus. He lives after that in the help of Billy who is his brother.
Fura smiled bitterly. "Thank you, Brother. Nura tends to look like Hana as a baby." And suddenly the netra glazed as it remembered the princess who lived far away from him.
Billy was breathing rough. "Come back, Fura, get rid of all this! If you don't want to do it for the sake of the man, do it for the sake of your children!" Fura shook her head.
"I want him to find me! I'm not coming back!"
That coarse breath again escaped Billy's senses. "Whatever if that's what you want. But just so you know, the man's condition doesn't look good!" The net is rounded. Until his heart sent a signal to his brain to ask further.
"Mac-sud, Brother?"
"Rubber hair on the back, whiskers and beard, and feathers on the face that are left unkempt. You wouldn't know your husband if you met!" Fura fluttered, he neutralized the tightness that instantly alighted.
"What is the Shafiq like now?" inner Fura.
"You want to be whatever he is, that's his choice, brother!" lirih Fura who actually feels claustrophobic chest.
"Thank you, Brother! Oh yes, Brother .. how can Brother know such a condition? And did Brother see Hana anyway? What's Hana like my daughter now, sister?" That enthusiastic face cannot be lied to.
"Your lips do not care but your heart thinks of them, dear! As usual he came to this house when he found out I was in Bandung. I don't know where she is. Probably from my social media. He came here with Hana 2 weeks ago after you came home. He asked again about your whereabouts. He's still sure if I know where you are. But the same answer is again at your request. 'I don't know!' Isn't that really my answer?" Billy confirmed what he said to Fura who looked agitated. Fura shook his head, but a moment later he nodded.
"And Hana's condition?"
"She's getting pretty, her cheeks are full, looking healthy."
"Thank God she can take care of her daughter," flat-out Fura.
"Taking care of it isn't difficult, Fura. It was easy for him to have people look after Hana. But how is his empty heart without his mother's affection!"
"Broh ...." Fura's chest tightened hearing Billy's words.
"I'm talking what it is. Like I used to miss papa when I was a teenager. I grew up healthy and smart but the space was empty. Want me to tell papa a story, play a man's game, discuss it but I don't get it." Billy seemed to put Nura on the floor and the little baby quickly crawled there and continued to chase after Omar who was bothering him.
"Because papa is with me!"
"Haven't discussed that. Most importantly, our relationship is good. Also Papa, even though he can't speak perfectly but at least he can walk after the stroke of half the body he suffered."
"Thank you, after recovering my brother also helped recover papa!"
"Don't forget your papa is also my papa, haem?" Billy's hand embraces Fura's shoulder, he continues to sweep the shoulder of the sister he once loved so much.
"Oh yeah, where's Sister Mayra? Didn't he go to Bandung, too?" Fura asked the figure of a woman who was close to Billy 1 year ago.
"What do you mean this bad brother! Where might Mayra be here. We know our limits. He's been to his father's villa since we arrived yesterday. Now he's on his way, maybe in a minute ...." Just as Billy's lips closed, a Jazz silver seemed to enter the courtyard.
"Long-age, that's Mayra arriving! Let me go outside first!" Fura smiled and nodded.
Moments later two beautiful women with almost similar facial lines looked cool playing around in the kitchen. Yes, Billy likes face models like Fura. Mayra deftly cut vegetables, he wanted to make soup with ingredients that Billy had prepared. Fura who is not good at cooking seems to help Mayra wash vegetables that have been on Mayra.
In the distance, while keeping his two little nieces Billy continues to smile at the activities of two women who inhabit his heart, sister and lover who will be engaged to him for another week.
Moments later the dish appeared to have been served on the dining table. Just about to eat a meal, Mang Aryo the housekeeper Billy entered.
"Sir Billy .. There's a guest outside!"
"Who's Mang?"
"Obviously, the guy with the face!"
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💔So who wants Mayra?😄
💔And did Shofi really die? We wait in the next chapters ya❤❤
💔Omar and baby Nura
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