Married to My Friend's Boyfriend

66. Our Child

"Is he ready?" ask Zidan. It had been twenty minutes they were in front of the luxurious gate of Zia's parents. Zia said she was not ready and continued to hold Zidan's hand tightly.

This time Zia exhaled her breath then nodded.

"Bismillah."

Zidan rang the doorbell once, then clasped Zia's cold hand. Zidan felt concerned, Zia was as scared as that just to meet her own parents.

"ZIAA," Zio shouted from the front door and ran towards the gate. Zia smiled sweetly at her twin sister who was opening the gate. Remind me if there is no maid who stays twenty-four hours in Zio's house? There's only a security guard who doesn't know the guy.

"Look in," Zio asked as the gate opened.

Zia shook her head slowly while smiling. "Why are you home?"

"Udah, again in the same family room mom. Come on," take Zio again. Zidan smiled as he nodded reassuringly to Zia as the cute woman stared at him.

Zia set her foot here again. Where he grew up lovingly, until finally expelled with anger.

"Get in" said Zio, opening the door and letting the teenage couple in.

Zia's heart rate is increasingly irregular when she is inside the house. It felt like the house was so big and he seemed to have walked a long way, maybe because he was used to living in a small rented house.

"Who's Zi?" The sound from the direction of the family room made Zia squeeze the hand of Zidan who never missed a second. That's his papa's voice, the voice he last had with five months ago.

"Pa's special guest" Zio replied, shouting a little and taking Zia and Zidan to the living room.

"Liat Ma, Pa. Who comes" said Zio as he shifted his body. Zia who was standing behind Zio was now clearly visible. The pregnant woman was looking down, not ready to see her parents' faces.

"Zia?" The voice of her mother made Zia hold her head up. Seen his mother with a large stomach is trying to stand assisted papa. Her mother is in a hurry to get to her. Seeing that Zia also took off her hand with Zidan then approached the mother and they embraced each other despite being blocked by each other's distended stomach.

"Mama is very fond of Zia." Hearing that Zia nodded, she also missed the woman who had given birth to her so much. Zidan smiled faintly at that.

"Would you like to come here?" That resolute, sharp sound made Zia's body stiffen and release her embrace.

"Papa." Zia smiled at the papa who seemed to not want his presence here.

"Get out of my house" said papa Zia, pointing to the door. Zia shook her head, although it was predictable how her papa reacted, still Zia's heart hurt.

"Sorry Om, but Zia's here to see Om. Didn't Om find his son, already five bulla-"

"I don't care! Please come out before I call the security guard, "Cut Papa Riyan. Zidan held onto Zia's shoulders and rubbed them, Zia did not cry but just fell silent with a face that did not stop looking at her angry face. Zidan understood that his wife only wanted to see his face for longer. Therefore, as much as possible Zidan will buy time.

"Princess Om just wants to see Om's face for a minute." Zidan kept watching his father-in-law's movements, fearing he pushed Zia.

"I don't even" When that guy named Riyan had already stepped his foot towards them, Zidan immediately acted.

"We go home" said Zidan before papa Zia said words that hurt Zia even more to the physical harm Zia. Zidan really didn't accept his wife being treated so badly.

Zia simply complied as Zidan pulled his hand out of the house. At least he's seen his mom and dad, and they're healthy. That was enough for Zia. Zia intermittently looked back, still hoping that her papa would say something that did not hurt her. Or maybe stop him from coming home? Zia seemed to be expecting too much.

"Sorry, yes" Zidan said suddenly as he handed Zia the helmet.

"Why apologize?" asked Zia in a slightly hoarse voice. It was clear that Zia had been holding back crying.

Zidan shook his head, for some reason it felt mixed. "Let's go home, it's bad."

Zia nodded then held onto Zidan's shoulder as a handle he climbed onto the high bike. Actually quite dangerous to use motor sport for pregnant women but there is no other way.

When the motorbike was running, Zia leaned her head on Zidan's wide back and cried in silence there. Zia desperately held him back, but now in silence everything spilled.

Zidan could not see Zia's face, but Zidan knew Zia was crying. Zia's quick breath signified a held cry. Zidan let her feel a little calm after crying.

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"Would you see papa?" ask Zidan when they're going to sleep. Zia nodded as she looked at the ceiling of the room that looked worn.

"Don't you think papa's talk? Take the positivity, meaning your papa is healthy because it can still be angry," said Zidan a little joking. Zia nodded again, then changed her sleeping position to the left side, precisely in the direction of Zidan.

"When are you sorry Zia?" ask Zia.

"When, when" Zidan replied.

Zia pursed her lips, "Zidan doesn't want to see Papa Zidan?" he asked when he remembered Zidan last met his father the day after he got married.

"Pengin" replied Zidan, Lying if he doesn't miss his hero. Zidan only wants to meet his father after he succeeds with a better life. He wanted to prove that he could stand on his own feet.

"When?" ask Zia.

"When, when" Zidan replied and chuckled. "God, go to bed tomorrow at school."

"We're rich, haven't we studied malem?" ask Zia who is not sleepy.

"Learn me, have learned" replied Zidan confidently.

"Yes Zidan Pinter, so Zia here has never lacked anything. Hopefully our children will be rich Zidan yes, do not be rich Zia," said Zia seriously. Zia is lucky because Zidan can meet all his basic needs, both financial and psychological needs. Although simple but Zia felt nothing short of here.

"Kaya lo aja," let's be cute continued Zidan in the heart.

"Why is Zia rich? Zia does not pinter, lola, can not what," said Zia who felt there was nothing good that she could put down on her son.

"Why can't what? The golden voice has already won five trophies in the tenth class" said Zidan.

"There's the same Zidan." Indeed, they have represented the race several times with the category of duets.

"Fiks, my son is singing" said Zidan, who recently discovered that they have the same talent.

"Tok Zidan's son anyway? it's Zia's child too" said Zia who pretended to sulk.

"Ralat, our son."

Zia's cheeks flushed red as Zidan called out 'our son'. In fact, it was once when their photo spread in school. Maybe because the different atmosphere makes it feel different.

Dugs.

"Gee!" Zia was stunned as she felt a kick from inside her stomach.

"Why?"

"Zidan baby is shaken," said Zia with a shocked face and turned very enthusiastic. Zidan got up from his seat to confirm Zia's words.

"Where?" Zidan did not feel the movement at all when he touched Zia's stomach.

"So shindered, now it's bad. Try elus here," said Zia direct Zidan's hand to the part that felt the kick.

Dugm!

Zidan's eyes were perfectly rounded as he felt the movement. Zidan looked at Zia who was looking at him with a sweet smile. Instantly Zidan hugged Zia so happy she felt the first movement of her son.