Love Wrong Target

Chapter 9 The secrets that are revealed

Namira's mind was like a dead end, he did not know how to answer the question of the woman he respected the most. Namira feels like a thief caught red-handed now.

He was so careless as to let his ring finger blankly spring up without the ring coiling there. As smart as Namira's acting will eventually be discovered also because of the absence of the ring.

"emm. Namira's ring dislodged ma pas wanted to take a shower earlier" the woman began to look for an excuse.

"oh yeah? tumben you took off that ring? usually never, even in a shower" the sound was subtle but creepy in Namira's ears.

"again want aja ma. because it was out too, so let's be more free to clean his body"

"where do you keep the ring?"

"in ma's drawer"

"try mama's look"

Oh... die me. Why did I say in the drawer?! where mama asked to see the ring again.in the drawer must not exist, will the ring I've returned to Alvan.

let's Namira think you have to find a reasonable answer for mama to believe.

Namira encourages himself to get a way out.Don't until the answer later it will even be a weapon to eat master as he said earlier.

"that means in my desk drawer at ma's boutique" Namira said at the end. He spontaneously said that phrase.

"kok you carelessly put on Namira's engagement ring? how are you missing? it is not a matter of value, but what matters is the meaning of the ring itself. The ring is like a leash between you and Alvan, if it goes away.." Mama Namira hangs up her words.

Mama Memeng's words were right that the ring was the bond between me and Alvan. But the bond has been broken, and will never be connected again until anytime.

"that tomorrow it's right to the boutique, let Namira take the ring ma" Namira was forced to cover up the lie he made with one more lie.

"Let me take the ring now" was just a bluff, because mama Namira felt that something was being hidden by the princess.

Mama Namira turned around like she was going out of her son's room. Don't ask how Namira feels right now.the woman has been made ketar-ketir her mother.

"wait ma" Namira held her mother's wrist firmly, as if preventing her from leaving.

"Why Namira?" mama Namira asked full of search.

"but it's late ma'am, you better take a break, let Namira take the ring tomorrow" Namira's eyes filled with anxiety. She was afraid that her mother would actually go to the boutique to pick up her engagement ring.

If that happens then the history of Namira ends. surely the problem covered will be revealed at that time. And he doesn't want it until it happens.

"you don't have to worry, the impression mama is not alone, but among papa" The speech actually makes Namira more worried, because if the papa knows it will be even worse.

Papa Namira has had a heart attack for quite some time. So he must not hear or see anything that makes him shocked because otherwise, his heart pain will recur. That's what he's afraid of.

Namira is in a cornered state right now. He felt he had to do something wrong.

If he spoke, then his mother would know the problem he was hiding, and she would not worry him and come to think about the problem.

But if you do not speak the truth, then his mother will go to the boutique with papa and will certainly immediately know that he is lying. Namira is afraid that something bad will happen to her father if she finds out about the problems that have befallen her.

"ma, actually..." Namira seemed hesitant to tell me everything.

"what exactly is Namira?" Mama Namira started to press with her question.

"me and Alvan have broken up. Our marriage is off" finally the honesty came out of Namira's mouth.

"what?? how could Namira? what's problem?" mama Namira was very surprised to hear the confession from her daughter.

"Alvan cheated ma, he slept with another woman" The painful wound returned to Namira.

The half-century-old woman could say nothing more. He hugged Namira tightly. His heart ached hearing the story from Namira's mouth.

He did not expect that the child he loved had such a deep wound in his heart. If he could he wanted to exchange the pain so he could feel it, but he knew it was impossible.

Brakk...

It was like the sound of something falling on their ears. Namira and her mother rushed to the source of the sound.

How surprised they were after coming out of the room and seeing her father lying weakly on the floor, right next to the broken flower vase scattered everywhere.

"my God... papa!!" yell at them at the same time.

"papa fainted ma" Namira said with concern that became after checking the state of his papa.

"let's quickly call Mr. Mamat, we take papa to the hospital right now" exclaimed mama Namira giving orders.

Namira ran down the stairs worriedly. What he was afraid of happened happened as well. He was very afraid that his condition was getting worse. And he wouldn't forgive himself if it happened.

"papa passed out sir. please help bring papa to the car, we are going to the hospital now" Namira said after discovering the whereabouts of Mr. Mamat, his family's personal driver.

"o Allah. good non!" mr. Mamat immediately ran up the stairs to help his master, while Namira also ran behind him.

Papa Namira was immediately taken to the nearest hospital for help. In the car Namira and her mother kept praying that nothing bad happened to their loved ones.

Mr. Mamat's drive stopped right in front of IGD one of the best hospitals in the city. The nurses swiftly moved papa Namira to the top of the gurney and took him to do the handling.

Namira and her mother followed the medics behind her with a heartless heart. Fear completely overwhelms their current feelings.

"please wait outside first Mom, the doctor will try to handle the patient" said one of the medical personnel after arriving in front of the ICU room.

"good sister.please do your best for my husband" mama Namira said tearfully.

The woman in all white clothes nodded then entered the room where papa Namira was.

"it's all because of Namira ma. Papa was so sure because he heard Namira's words earlier" the corner of Namira's eyes began to get wet.

"you don't talk about Namira. We better pray that papa is okay" said mama Namira.

They embrace each other's strengths, with great hope for the recovery of men who mean so much to them.