Jrat Love Pak Dosen

Chapter 66

Looks like a beautiful woman with a familiar bule face in front of Shaila. Soon, Azka slipped in the door and now stands in front of the two women.

"Sister Grace? Come on in, brother!" Shaila opened the door of her house wide so that the guest could enter.

At first the woman called Grace was stunned to see the host's distended stomach. However, finally the bule-faced woman followed the steps of the host as her hand rubbed Azka's head lovingly. There was a twinkle of longing apparent in his blue eyes.

"Bun, it's Onty who's dad's friend, right?" ask Azka while pulling the negligent mother.

"Yes, Honey. Come on, have some lunch!" sahut Shaila with her sweet smile.

"Hmm," Azka replied while nodding her head.

"Sir Grace, it's not lunch yet, is it? It just so happens that we will eat, yuk. Rarely is there a chance to eat together like this," asked Shaila as well as invite her ex-husband's wife to eat together.

The woman who had given birth to Azka was unwilling to join them in the dining room. There are only two plates open, indicating that only mother and child will eat this lunch.

"Hmm, Shaka doesn't eat at home?" ask Grace after sitting around the dining table.

"Oh, maybe he'll be home soon. You said you wanted to have lunch at home," Shaila replied, still smiling.

Soon a car entered the yard and stopped at the carport.

"Bun, that's dad's car. Mamas would like to welcome father" said the four-year-old boy as he ran away leaving his two mothers in the room.

"Yeahhhhhhh...."

The boy's shrill voice filled the minimalist house, even to the eardrums of the two women who were both part of Arshaka's life. The one past and the other the future of the man who is now the ASN.

Arshaka holds the child in from the side door that directly connects with the kitchen as well as the dining room. It appears that two other twin men of that generation were joking when they entered the room.

"Ehh, there's a guest. I'll stay a while, will ...."

"Mas, don't change clothes first. Wash your hands in the bathroom. Don't get used to waiting too long!" cut Shaila fast.

Shaila knew her husband was no longer in touch with his ex-wife. However, the existence of Azka among them makes the former couple must always be in touch.

It didn't take long for an Arshaka Mandala to wash her hands and wash her face in the bathroom. Five minutes later, he was joined by his son and wife.

"Sorry, wait a long time. Yuk, Mamas who leads the do'a this time," said Arshaka, familiarize children to pray in each beginning a job.

Submissively the four-year-old boy began to read the do'a meal. They pray fervently before eating. They are also calm when enjoying a bumil lunch that tastes amazing, so that makes everyone who eats it want to taste the cuisine again.

After lunch, Shaila invited the guest who also happened to be the brother's best friend, to sit in the family room just to be more relaxed to talk. While the three of them were about to speak seriously, Azka was taken into the room by the nanny.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your calm. However, with a heavy heart I say ...." Grace stopped her words because she could not hold back the crying she had been crying since.

"Sister Grace?"

"I'm fine. I just feel so moved that you guys are still allowing me to enter this house, even to entertain," said Grace.

Shaila heaved a sigh of relief because Grace's arrival was not troublemaking as she had expected. The rise of crime in the present makes Arshaka's young wife always feel worried, afraid the child follow others.

"What exactly is your purpose here? Why is the talk from earlier twirling around?" cecar Arshaka who looked was already very upset.

"I want to babysit Azka. Let me approach my own flesh and blood. I-I want to take custody of Azka," Grace said stammeringly, gathering all her courage.

Arshaka who heard the words of his ex-wife also became very angry, initially upset because the ex convoluted in talking. This was a prediction before. One day, Grace will come to him to take over the child.

In anticipation of that, Arshaka had gathered all witnesses as well as documents that cornered the ex if he wanted to master his son. However, he did not want to part with the child. Plus, Grace's ex-husband was the one who took care of the child.

"Didn't I hear wrong that you wanted Azka's custody? He was just born already you stayed away. Now that the child is big you casually come asking for custody of the child."

"Where were you when Azkara baby was hungry and thirsty? Where were you when Azkara had a midnight fever, all the pharmacies and doctors' practices were closed? A-i ...."

"Enough, Shaka! I know, I'm guilty. Is there no apology for me?" cut Grace with tears streaming down her cheeks.

The brunette came down from the sofa, and rested at Arshaka's feet. Begging her ex-husband's kindness grants her wish, even though Grace knows what it's like to be separated from her loved ones.

"Mas, should we give Grace a chance to make amends. As human beings, we are also often confused. How, Mas?"