Marrying the Father of My Foster Son

There Will Be Rainbows After Rain

Queensha stood in front of the fence of a two-story house that he once lived in with his late parents. There is little doubt in me considering that there are two cruel demon-hearted humans who are the mastermind behind the Aurora kidnapping incident. If not for wanting to speak with Mia, actually she was reluctant to meet her mother and step-sister.

"Well, you can't go back, Sha. So off now you go in and get your business done with Mama Mia as soon as possible" Queensha told herself.

Spreading the view around. The situation around the house is still the same as seven years ago. The mango tree where he and his peers worked on PR after school has stood firm until now. Although it is rarely fruitful, apparently the mango tree is still one of the favorite places to play for children.

"Beautiful in childhood. If only I had a time machine, I would have loved to go back to that time, a time when in my mind I was just playing, playing and playing without thinking about adult affairs. But unfortunately, time machines only exist in the story of Doraemon, does not exist in the real world."

Sighs long and heavy breaths, making a heavy load on the shoulders. Then Queensha began to step into the courtyard of her house. He had made up his mind to buy lessons from Mia because the old woman had broken the agreement that had been mutually agreed.

Queensha knocked on the door and waited for a while. But no one opened the door.

"Are they still sleeping at this hour?" mumbling Queensha.

Unyielding, he again knocked on the door for the umpteenth time. "Assalamu a'laikum" said the woman, raising her tone.

It seems Queensha's efforts were not in vain. There was the sound of someone approaching the door followed by the appearance of a young woman standing there.

"Sorry, Whose mother? And what's the need to come here?" asked the young lady about twenty-seven years old.

Queensha' eyebrows are linked to a confused sign. The presence of foreign women in the house relics of both parents make the mind of Ghani's ex-wife everywhere.

Not wanting to guess, Queensha again opened her voice. "I, Queensha. I came here to meet Mama Mia. Is he inside?"

"Oh, Miss Mia. She and her daughter Lita, were gone from here last night. I don't know what the reason is to make him rush to move from here. However, from Bu Mia's words last night it can be concluded that she will not return to this house again," replied Karmila, the woman's name.

"Thus ... Mama Mia's not coming back to this house, is that it?" Queensha's question was answered with a nod of the head. "Then, why is Ma'am here if Mama Mia won't come back to this house?"

Karmila replied, "Because I am the new occupant of this house. Even soon this house will be mine because Ms. Mia plans to sell it to me. Why, is there a problem?"

Queensha. His eyes widened and his jaw was perfectly open. The news delivered by Karmila successfully made the earth where the woman stood no longer turning on its axis. He was quite surprised by the fact that the relic house of the late papa and his mother soon switched ownership.

Meanwhile, Karmila stared intently at Queensha. He scanned the woman in front of him from the top of the hair to the toe, not a single part of the woman's gaze.

"Oh yeah, did I hear you call Ms Mia 'Mama'? Are you ready, Miss Mia? His son too, hem?" ask the woman. Both of his hands were folded on his chest. A spotlight hinted at a dislike for Queensha's presence in the house.

"True, I'm his daughter. More precisely stepdaughter of Bu Mia," said Queensha lirih.

Karmila manggut-mangut while roh ria. "Keep, I want to do it again Mama's here. Not that it was clear yes, if Bu Mia had moved and would not come back here again. Then why is Mbak still at home standing in front of people's houses. Do you not know that the arrival of Mbak here has disturbed my calm and family," said the woman was fiery. Wielding a sharp gaze like a ferocious beast about to pounce on its prey.

Whether it gets courage from where, the word just glides from the lips of strawberry-tinged ranum. But certainly, Queensha could not take it for granted if the only legacy of his mother and father changed into another hand. Even though the house was sold by Mia, the father's second wife, but Queensha is not sincere if the house that holds many memories with his parents is sold without his knowledge.

Breathing starts to sting, feels tight. Stomping at the bones in the chest, making them go away for a few seconds.

Track waist with bulging eyes. "Just get me out of here! Heh, I have nothing to do with you. If you really want the deal between me and Ms. Mia to be void, meet your Stepmother and ask her to return the DP money I gave her. After that just got out of here. If not, don't ask me to leave here! Know you?" spray Karmila with uncontrollable emotions. He was furious to hear Queensha's request which was considered ridiculous.

"But, Ma'am-"

Not finished Queensha finished his sentence, Karmila had already interjected.

"Nothing but! If you really do return home, give me my money back. Otherwise, don't expect me to leave this house!" to Karmila without dispute.

Not wanting her mood to get messy, Karmila quickly closed the door so tight that Queensha jerked.

Queensha's limbs were limp, as if unable to support his body. Walk slowly by touching the wall and then sit on the chair provided on the terrace of the house.

"Oh my God, how could Mama Mia do this to me. She had taken my ransom, violated the covenant agreed upon, and now the Devil woman was planning to sell my parents' inheritance. Absolutely outrageous. I can't just be quiet. Anyway I have to act."

Without wasting any time, Queensha took out a mobile phone from the sling bag that was draped between her shoulders and armpits. He looked for Mia's number and tried to contact the woman.

"Damn it, why isn't the phone number active!" maki Queensha on hearing the voice of the operator answering her call. However, he did not hesitate to retreat to continue making phone calls even though again and again only the voice of the operator was heard.

"Devil Woman! Fucking woman! She ...." Queensha's voice was stuck in her throat. Eager to vent his frustration, but conscious emotion is not the way out of the problems that befall him at this time.

Take a deep breath, hold it for a while then exhale slowly. Queensha closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in so her emotions wouldn't explode. The swearing, mockery and insults addressed to Mia, cannot change everything.

"Pa, so is this the woman you married? The woman that Papa used to be great because it was thought to be an angel heart, apparently the heart of Satan, had the heart to torment his own stepson. If you knew, would you marry Mama Mia?"

Rubbing his face rough. "Oh my God, why is my fate so bad. Left behind by both parents, my chastity was taken by an irresponsible man, pregnant for nine months, but when I gave birth to my baby died. Then now, I was divorced from my husband, kept away from my own children and lastly Papa and Mama's only inheritance was forcibly taken by Mama Mia. Oh my God, what mistakes I made in the past until bad luck came to me."

Raise your head up, looking up at the beauty of the sky in the morning. "But I am sure that there will be wisdom I will reap from every calamity that You give. Always be patient with me, Lord."

After that Queensha stood up and intended to knock back the door. Even if the house is no longer his, it may not be Queensha's sustenance. However, at least the relics of the mother who was stored in the warehouse were safe and she wanted to take the items before Karmila threw them in the trash.

That way, Queensha life is much calmer because the mementos of his mother and father are already in the hands. For home business he will think about later. Now his brain is too tired to think. He needs rest to refresh his mind.

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