Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

114. Bright Point

Zia now began to feel that there was something Zidan was hiding. If it was once or twice, Zia could still believe that Zidan was indeed injured for helping people. But not if every night, Zidan's every commute brings new wounds.

"Help people again?" asked Zia who was treating the wound on Zidan temple, it looks like a wound from being thrown by a hard object.

Zidan nodded making Zia sigh. "Every night rich gini wounds? As long as I'm the lahiran you can already be in-opname."

"God! by the way don't get rich that way, I have to be healthy when you are born," Zidan replied in a tone that was getting lower until the end of his sentence. His hand also touched Zia's lips slowly.

"Yes anyways every time I come home from work there must be a new wound. Your job is not an accountant, not a building worker, nor will it be a gini-rich work accident" said Zia who actually did not have the heart to see the face of Zidan who had many scars.

"When you go home straight away can not? Don't let people go on, I can't bear to see your wounds are rich gini every malem," pinta Zia quietly. Is he asking Zidan not to help people?

Zidan. He still had to continue persuading his father-in-law, unable to stop just like that until his efforts succeeded.

"Can?" ask Zia again.

Zidan nodded slowly. "I'm an entrepreneur."

"Must," said Zia firmly then moved to return the P3K box in place.

Zidan stared at Zia's back, hoping that her efforts would soon pay off. Moreover, the content of Zia has entered the ninth month.

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"My son has not come home yet, even you who come every day! You have no shame!" maki Papa Riyan when Zidan came back for the next time. Of course with a face that still imprints a lot of bogemannya every night.

"Om, can you handle my request just once? If you don't want to acknowledge me as a daughter-in-law, at least acknowledge Zia as Om's daughter." Zidan doesn't get tired of saying that every day.

If usually papa Riyan would directly hit Zidan's body, now it's not. Her father-in-law was only speechless with a face full of anger.

"could. Just give back my daughter as before, when she was a girl and not pregnant," said papa Riyan who succeeded in making Zidan go black.

"Imptahil Om," said Zidan in his heavy tone. If he could, without being asked, he would do it.

"Of... Pleases... I just need to acknowledge Zia as a child. Not to take care and take care of it, because the task has become my responsibility, just sorry Om that I Zia really hope now," said Zidan who did not want to give up just like that.

Papa Riyan was silent with a straight forward look. For a while, only the sound of the wind and their breath was heard, the rest was silent.

"Tell me in detail from the beginning until you can solve Mr. Willy's case" said papa Riyan suddenly. Zidan clearly heard the request of the in-laws, then he flowed the story from beginning to end at the trial yesterday.

A very long story, even an hour they had unknowingly talked to each other on the porch of the house. Zidan will answer all the questions asked in as much detail as possible.

"Five months on contract? Zia wants?" ask Papa Riyan who is Zidan.

Zidan explains how their initial circumstances used to be, how she spent time just working and Zia who learned to be a wife who understands the circumstances. About how they grew up in that situation.

"So, Om will forgive Zia, enough Zia first. To forgive me is not easy, princess Om was snatched away by me from her teenage years and future" Zidan said after everything they discussed.

Papa Riyan was still silent, thinking about this teenager in front of him so unyieldingly apologizing and pleading every day for the sake of his wife made the hardness of his heart slowly crack and break.

Nodding the head slowly made Zidan give thanks as much. For two weeks he continued to try to melt the heart of the in-laws, and finally found a bright spot.

"Omm?" zidan said he did not believe it.

"Zia, Um. Zia has a desire there Om when she gives birth later, she wants support from her papa," replied Zidan steady.

"When?"

"What's Om? Zia gave birth?" asked Zidan who answered the nod of the head from papa Riyan.

"HPL is exactly two weeks from now, Om," said Zidan.

Papa Riyan did not reply and instead he stood up from his seat, "Sana's home!" banish him.

Zidan nodded, although he had not received an answer for sure whether or not papa Zia would be present, but he was sure that papa Riyan would consider his words. Moreover, the tone of speech is not at eight octaves but has gone down even though it is still ketus.

"Still Om for the time" said Zidan and would crucify papa Riyan, but instead papa Riyan hid his hands behind his body. Zidan didn't mind that it was important that he had already earned papa Riyan's apology for Zia.

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"Tumben has no new wounds" Zia said as she scanned Zidan's entire body as she returned home.

"Alhamdulillah," Zidan answered briefly and then kissed Zia's forehead.

"But it's more soluble than usual. Almost twelve o'clock" said Zia pointing at the black watch in Zidan's hand.

Zidan nodded, "soft."

"Why aren't you asleep?" ask Zidan later.

Zia pointed at her already very distended stomach, "The pee-painter continues, just slept for a while already peeing again."

Zidan nodded and then kissed Zia's belly. Whispering something that Zia could not hear, only Zidan, baby, and God knew.

"What the hell are you?" kepo Zia when Zidan was back on his feet.

"Secret," Zidan replied then chuckled as he looked at Zia's pouting face.

"Yes yuk yuk sleep," Zidan asked but Zia refused.

"Before a while, I will pee again," replied Zia who again walked towards the bathroom.

Zidan also leads Zia to the bathroom, even going inside because it will clean itself.

"Udah wants out his power, it's so big, '" commented Zidan as Zia sat on the toilet.

"Yes in two weeks" replied Zia who was urinating without any awkwardness at all. Zidan also seemed ordinary to take off his clothes, already used to them.

"The more stubborn I am." lamented Zia who had just finished her business.

"Same. You go out there let's not splash." Zidan replied as he was about to turn on the shower. Zia came out before the floor got wet.

Zia stops in front of the bathroom door when she feels her stomach tighten, like menstrual cramps.

"So much louder" said Zia as she continued her steps. Indeed, it has been a few days this setting felt such cramps and was not worried because mother Dian said it was natural before delivery.