Love Wrapped Nista

Take a vacation

Ken returns home, and sees his beloved wife making dinner with the help of Mba Ira and Devia, who have been living in their home since Zahra became ill.

Ken's arrival, diverting his third attention, Devia who first greeted his son.

"How, Ken? Is the trial over?"

"Mom, Mom."

"How many years does he have to venge?"

"5 years," Ken replied as he was.

Devia nodded faintly though she was not satisfied with the prison term Frans would go through.

Ken glanced at the direction where his wife seemed stunned, maybe Zahra thought also about the punishment now obtained by Frans.

Ken embraced Zahra's friendly body, not caring about ART and the mother who was still there.

If Zahra was going to protest with Ken's treatment, it is no longer because Zahra has been more silent since the incident Frans told her.

"Darling, I want to talk" whispered Ken in Zahra's ear.

"What about?" zahra said slowly.

"We're talking in the room, yeah," Ken stroked Zahra's peeut from his position holding his wife's body from behind.

Zahra agreed and Ken coded Mama to excuse her to his room, Devia nodded faintly in response to the gesture Ken gave her.

"What are you talking about, Ken?"

"I just want to ask, what are you thinking now, hmm?" Ken took off his jacket and put it down next to the nightstand.

"Nothing" said Zahra briefly.

"Do not hold anything, try to remove everything that blocks your heart. There I will always be ready to listen to you." Ken stroked Zahra's cheek with the back of his hand.

"What-what ... F-Frans have received the appropriate punishment?" ask Zahra who started with a doubtful remark.

"If you can be honest it's not worth it, anyway! But there's a rule and he's only sentenced to 5 years in prison."

"Hmmm..." Zahra cleared slowly.

"Do you feel that punishment is too light? I can punish him more than this until you don't have to look at his face again at any time."

Zahra. "All this is enough, we pray that after coming out Frans can take lessons from this incident and he can be better."

"Aamiin. You can be more sincere when I can't be as sincere as that let alone doain him everything, that's the most impossible thing?!" ken was honest.

Zahra smiled knot. "Allah is forgiving, we must also be able to forgive dong!" said.

Ken laughed softly. "I suspect it must have ended with that sentence," he said still with a small laugh.

"So you said you wanted to talk, it's not really about what I think, is it?" ask Zahra.

Ken nodded. "Gini, Honey. Ever since we got married, we've never had a honeymoon. Well, now all our problems are over, so I want to take you for a walk, because you are pregnant so consider this a babymoon moment!" ken clear.

"All our problems are over? Sure you?" ask Zahra to make sure.

"Sure, dong!" answer Ken quickly.

"Where is your problem with that woman?"

"Certainly?"

Zahra nodded.

"Udah is too and it's really not my son. My son is just this." Ken stroked Zahra's stomach which began to feel bloated even though it had not been seen significantly.

"Where can you conclude that? You certain? Have you found the evidence?"

"Dear baby." Ken showed Zahra his phone. "Not only this but in Flashdisk there is also evidence, I also already know who the biological father of the child conceived Jenar."

"Who?"

Zahra gawked, why is it like this now?

"Why? You surprised? I'm not surprised anymore because I guessed everything from the beginning. They're conspiring to ruin our domestic relationship and they won't make it because I won't let you go anytime."

"But, Ken. You know where this is?"

"From Jenar, she herself ngaku to me. If you don't believe me you're hearing the footage on my phone."

Zahra did not want to hear anything that would hurt her. Although in the recording Jenar admitted the child she contains is Frans's child is not Ken's child, but still Zahra can not deny about the special relationship between Ken and the woman in the past. However, he still felt pain remembering that. Not that it is excessive, but every woman will definitely feel it if she is in the same position as him.

"I don't want to hear it, I believe in you!"

"Related?"

Zahra nodded.

"Hmm, if so you choose where babymoon and how long stay there."

"Staying? Not just a walk, huh?"

"Yes, it's okay to stay somewhere else for a while. Until our baby is born or until she goes to school, too!"

"Keep my bakery how? I finished the renov too, right at the end of last month?"

"Cita - your mind about the bakery is important, but your health is much more important. I want you to be happy and relaxed now. Business affairs that later, there is still me who can handle all your born and inner needs."

Zahra smiled at Ken's words.

"I'm feeling calmer now, Ken."

"Good," said Ken, peeping at the top of his wife's head. "Well me, where are you gonna go, let's book the tickets right away, okay?"

Zahra nodded in Ken's arms.

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"Bocil..lo find another candidate not me!" rasta refused.

Cira poked her lips. "Why, Om? It's old, too! I wouldn't starve to be a wife, Om!" cira said.

"Lo thinks marriage is a game? You think only ijab qabul abis is finished, so? You think marriage is just about hunger or not! It's not that easy, Ferguso!" the word Rasta attaches to the Cira jidat whose contents are only shortcuts without thinking about the long-term effects.

"Yes, it's also called effort, Om!" cira manyun said.

"What the hell is that? I want to find a prospective wife also choose the times, at least experienced in ran jang!" rasta to tea point.

"Ih om om emang his mind me um only! I'm not experienced, but at least I've seen it live...Om never, right?" cibir Cira's.

"Yes, never really! So do not find a candidate who om dong, if you do not want me sumin!" rasta chuckled.

"That's right! Oh ngaku also if it's om om om!"

"Well, soon Hana will also have children and I will be Om in the end, too" said Rasta smiling slanted.

"Eat it, Om! Brother Hana already wants to have children, Om marry aja belom, is not ashamed of the same age? There's a clear candidate in front of these eyes, Om! Why not use it!" said Cira did not break the charcoal persuaded Rasta.

"Now gini well, Cil. Marriage is at least yes! I don't love you and you don't love me, how can you, Bocil!"

"Can dong! Just marry doang, if later I've been separated from the crazy foster parents, you can let me go!"

Rasta let out a long sigh hearing the absurd speech of Cira.

"Will you be a widow in your teens?"

"Yes not, but at least I can escape from this problem. Widow's business or not that later deh... I'll be beautiful, ntar can get more than Om certainly!"

"Lo crazy pede!" Rasta laughed until he held his own stomach, he felt funny with Cira speech that seemed innocent and did not think about a decision carefully.

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