Lost, Love of Two Hearts

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One luxury car came into Atha's courtyard. Someone got out of the car then circled the car then opened the passenger car door in the back with a bow of respect.

A middle-aged man looked out of the car. With his neat clothes, he put one of his suit buttons, then looked around the house that he had not foothold in years. Lastly, when he looked up to his dead sister, it was a long time ago.

The middle-aged man was none other than Darwish Putra Wiratama, the uncle of Atha.

"If it wasn't my nephew, I wouldn't have set foot here" murmured Darwish.

Darwish steps into the house, followed by his personal assistant, Martin.

"Pick the bell!" darwish's orders to Martin.

"Okay Sir!" obedient Martin.

Ting tong ting tong

No one has opened the door to the house. Darwish looked annoyed that for quite a while he was standing in front of that door.

"Where they. I can't stand standing like this" murmured Darwish in annoyance.

Chequelek

With his leisure Darwish opened the door of Atha's house at will, especially when the door was not locked, making Darwish easier to open it.

Darwish walked into the house while looking around the quiet looking surroundings.

"This house doesn't have any people or is everyone still sleeping? Even I came here not a single servant greeted me," Darwish stepped down the area of the room around him.

There was still no one, looking silent, quiet and silent.

"Woi, where are all the residents of this house?" shout Darwish.

Before long bi Narti came to approach the source of the sound.

"Tu-tuan Darwish, when are you coming?" tanya bi Narti was shocked and nervous.

Darwish looked at bi Narti with a disappointed look.

"I've been here since, the door wasn't locked either. How are there gonna be robbers, huh? Where's everyone on this?" darwish's snarl is pretty rough.

"Sorry sir, everyone is praying Dzuhur, including Mr. Atha and his wife."

Darwish glanced at the clock in his hand. Instantly he understood that his presence at the wrong time, where all Muslims carried out their duty to worship Dzuhur prayer at that time. He too was ashamed of himself.

"Call your master when he has finished praying" Darwish said.

"Okay Sir!" bi Narti's

The servant stepped into Atha's main room.

"Excuse me, Mr. Atha .. there is Mr. Darwish coming and waiting for you in the living room now," bi Narti told reporters.

Sontak Atha was shocked not to play, because he did not think that his uncle was willing to come to his house without prior notice.

"I'll go downstairs, please serve my uncle well yes Bi Narti," pinta Atha.

Bi Narti was back down under orders from the employer.

Shortly after, Atha came down from the stairs along with Jasmine who was carrying Ziva.

"Jasmine, don't tense up. Let me explain to uncle later," said Atha.

"Yes," Jasmine nodded.

They had also reached the living room where Darwish was.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Uncle Darwish. How's Uncle doing?" hail Atha while giving a handshake towards Darwish.

At once Darwish stood up from the sofa and aligned himself with Atha. His eyes looked at Atha with disappointment and hatred. Darwish did not return Atha's handshake but instead turned to look at Jasmine and Ziva.

"He's Jasmine, my wife. And Ziva, my son!" Atha introduces his wife and son to Darwish.

Jasmine immediately introduced herself to Darwish.

"I'm Jasmine, nice to meet Uncle," Jasmine shook her hand towards Darwish, but unfortunately the middle-aged man did not reply.

Jasmine instantly retracted her hand then lowered her head with a trembling heart in fear.

"Even you have a child this big. You don't think of me as your uncle anymore. Though I was your parent's successor, I was your only immediate family. Don't you respect me anymore, huh?" Darwish looked at Atha with anger.

"I'm sorry Atha, Uncle. Really I don't intend to cover up my marriage from Uncle or our family, but I don't want to trouble Uncle so that I leave Uncle's job," Atha glanced at Jasmine as if her current problem was let him handle it.

"Lagain, my marriage with Jasmine was only done simply," continued Atha.

Hearing that, Darwish's face turned into anger.

"But still you're wrong to have kept your marriage a secret for 5 years from me" Darwish snapped until it echoed throughout the house.

All the residents of the house became frightened, especially the Ziva who was so shocked that he cried loudly.

"Hua.hua...hiks..hiks," Ziva cried groaning hugging Jasmine in fear.

Darwish feels guilty for Ziva's crying.

"I'm sorry, Uncle!" pamit Jasmine's.

Jasmine takes Ziva to her room.

"Uncle, Atha knows this is too late, but please blessuin Atha and Jasmine to be a couple who are sadinah mawaddah warahmah," said Atha asked for blessing to Darwish.

Darwish just silently looked at Atha's face with disappointment, anger and annoyance. Without answering Atha's words, the middle-aged man walked away past Atha.

Atha stared at Darwish's departure while sighing quite heavily.