Married Three Breeding Widow

part 8's

The search for Nabila still has not yielded any results. Abhimanyu has tried very hard to mobilize everyone he can, using the information network from Olivia, even asking Narendra to help him find Nabila, but the whereabouts of the child is still nil. It was as if it was swallowed by the earth.

All Abhimanyu knows now is that Nabila does not exist in this country. After he gave him some initial search power, the results were exactly as Olivia suspected that Nabila was in the hemisphere somewhere.

That's all he knows now.

"I heard that your wife's condition is getting worse" said Rose, who also rebuked her. "Take care of yourself, Abhimanyu. You're an adjutant of a prime minister."

".... I know." Abhimanyu linked his hands firmly, trying to hold back all the emotions raging within him.

"But I regret that." Rose pulled out her chair to sit down. "Preventing you from having children may sound cruel but in fact the existence of children is actually cruel. He must bear your guilt because you let him be born."

"...."

"Other times if someone is kind enough to tell, it's better to listen and not be stubborn."

Abhimanyu closed his eyes, only hoping that he would not cry here.

That regret will be done later. For now his daughter.

His daughter was waiting for Abhimanyu to come.

*

Lina's marriage was not done. The reason was that Lina herself decided to refuse. She had already considered carefully that the marriage was not seducing her. But before being able to convey his rejection, the family of the male party had already come to propose.

Nabila watched it silently. Although she is not yet fully fluent in Tamil, little does Nabila understand that the marriage will continue.

Fina is getting married.

Nabila turned to Lina as she was confused as to why Lina had refused. Incidentally, Lina was preparing a snack. Noticing Nabila's gaze, Lina turned her head.

"Why?" ask him gently.

No Fina would scold him if he was being nice, so Lina even smiled.

Nabila's mouth was open, about to ask even though he was clenched again. Highlight Lina's eyes turned concerned. Lina remembered the beginning of Nabila came, her mouth was very fluent in speech. But fear and relentless punch took all that away from him.

Now he could no longer make a sound out of his mouth.

"You curious?"

Nabila.

"Why am I not married?"

Nabila nodded again.

"I have family there." In their home country, more precisely. "If I marry someone here, I'm afraid I won't be able to go home again."

Nabila tilted her face, not understanding.

"I don't know him very well, the man who wants to sleep. We only met a few times in the market. Want me to marry Fina who is married, make her maybe no problem."

Nabila. He did not understand but it seemed like Lina did not feel sad at all. That nice. He's a good guy so Nabila doesn't want him to be sad.

"Let me know again if you're curious. Now you wash the dishes first. The madam will be angry again."

Nabila. Thinly he smiled, happy because someone wanted to talk to him.

And thought that after marriage Fina would leave ... Nabila is getting more happy.

*

Elis' mood seemed to be good after Fina's wedding talk was smooth. The woman looks happy because she can hold a massive event as the richest person in the village. Thanks to him, even if only a little, Elis reduced time to take care of Nabila first.

Only a week after that the house became crowded. People gathered around celebrating the joy, singing while doing the wedding decorations.

Nabila also felt happy. Or rather, he was enthusiastic about seeing new things that he had never seen in a lifetime.

Although ....

"You don't get out of here!"

Elis threw him into the room.

Elis locked him in the room, forbidding Nabila from participating even to wash dishes.

Of course Elis could not allow that. India is not their country and the villagers are completely foreign. But in this country there is a base belonging to the late Mahesa Mahardika which is now run by his successors. If in the crowd infiltrated a scout and saw Nabila, Abhimanyu could have known the whereabouts of his son.

While Nabila thought he was locked up because he was forbidden to have fun.

"Son." The door of Nabila's room was knocked into keesoka day. "Son, it's Lina."

Nabila hurriedly came to the door, knocked back so she knew Nabila heard.

The door opened slightly from the outside, followed by a small bowl of candied balls.

"Now, for you."

Nabila smiled widely accepting it.

"I'm sorry I can't help you more than this. If Madam finds out, you're gonna get it."

Doesn't matter. Nabila was happy enough to be given sweets.

"You're not lonely, are you?"

Although lonely, Nabila shook her head. Makes Lina smile.

"I'll bring you again."

That one sentence was enough to make Nabila not feel too lonely.

The door to her room was again locked and Nabila went to her mat to start eating. Yesterday Nabila had not had time to eat until the sweets were immediately spent a few minutes. After finishing eating, Nabila went to the window, quietly opening it a little to peek.

It's already night. The music from the drums and the sound of laughter of many women were heard. If one day Nabila married, will he be able to join there too?

"Group!" From above, an unfamiliar voice sounded. "Smute!" call that voice as slow as possible. "Smute!"

Nabila. Found Ravana on the balcony of the upstairs room.

The boy threw something wrapped in a white cloth. Lucky to throw it right, because if not, Nabila's hand is impossible to catch it.

"Mute." Ravana spoke with great emphasis. "Later, me, came. You, change, dress. Okay?"

Nabila blinked but then nodded.

Although I do not know why Ravana said that.

Nabila then closed the window, switched to open the white cloth. It surprised Nabila. The clothes he heard were called sari, the clothes that everyone in this village wore. Nabila also wears it, but the sari given by Ravana is different from the shabby and ugly sari on Nabila's body.

It's pretty. It looks clean and new.

Nabila immediately changed his clothes, happy to see he was embraced by a beautiful cloth.

Is this perhaps a gift from the Good Om too? Ohiya, is the Good-Natured Om also coming to this event? Is it because Om Baik Hati wants to come so Ravana told him to change his clothes?

She sat waiting in her dark room. Thinking if he would meet Om Baik Hati made him want to be patient until hours later. So busy waiting, Nabila overslept.

"Mute." Someone shakes Nabila's shoulder. "Sissy, wake. Why are you sleeping?"

Nabila rubbed his eyes.

"Sissu, let's go. We out. My mom is sleeping."

Nabila. Looking back Ravana hoped Om Baik Hati existed, but it turned out to be empty.

"Relope. Choke."

What is the Good-Natured Om waiting downstairs?

Nabila again hoped so while his hand was pulled by Ravana. They descended to the first floor, a place that had been conjured up in such a way for Fina's wedding.

Ravana continued to pull Nabila's hand running, out of the residence, leaving the fence of the house.

Nabila's smile grew wide when she saw someone standing folding their hands across the street.

Om Goodhearted!

"Om Zayn's! I've brought a mute!"

Releasing Ravana's hand, Nabila ran towards his Good Om, ending up in his arms.

*