Marrying the Father of My Foster Son

Let Me Be Responsible

Queensha stood with Ghani beside her. Both of them were still frozen in place as they were still in shock over the incident just a moment ago. All of this happens so quickly that their brains are still not able to digest properly.

Lulu, who had regained her senses from her shock, stepped closer to Queensha. Then pat his best friend's shoulder slowly. "Sha, take Mr. Ghani out and sort things out for you two. For Mr. Rama's business, let me handle it."

After saying the sentence, Lulu helped Rama who was still helpless on the floor. The burly body lay weakly with the back position attached to the wall. Rama did not expect at all if this afternoon will get a special gift from a foreign man who is none other than the ex-husband of the woman he loves.

"Follow me! We need to speak with four eyes." Queensha glanced once and spoke very cynically. After that he stepped away.

Ghani did not answer. Sighing a long breath, then follow the emotional steps of the ex-wife. Inwardly said maybe this is the time he explained the purpose of his arrival here and the reason why he could lose control, hit innocent people to battered.

Queensha walked towards the back garden near the restaurant building. The place is quite quiet and rarely people pass by so it makes it easy to talk to Ghani without fear of being reprimanded by Puji or fellow employees.

Ghani walked with a feeling of gameness following the steps of the woman. A loud rumble timid when looking at the back of his ex-wife. There is a feeling of longing that is lingering in the deepest recesses of the heart. He wanted to hug the woman, clutching tightly until God could no longer separate them.

Stopping, Queensha sat on a long chair made of wood that fit filled two adults. The eyes looked straight ahead without any intention at all looking to the side.

"What need did Mr Ghani come here for? Not that you asked me to stay away forever, then why are you coming to see me now? Does Mr. Ghani want me to leave this city so we don't see each other forever?" queensha started the conversation.

"You're right, I did ask you to leave. However, I did it all for the good of Rora. I don't want the unfortunate fate to continue to befall my little daughter" replied Ghani.

Chest felt as tight as a big stone when he remembered how cruel he used to treat his ex-wife unfairly. Never once happy Queensha, but he once promised to give the whole world if he found the woman he had slept with. However, the promise of staying until they divorced the man never gave happiness as it was said before.

Queensha smiled bitterly at Ghani's words. "If Mr. Ghani thinks of me as an unlucky bearer, then why do you see me again? Don't you fear that bad luck will come back when you stay near me?"

Head shaking fast. "You're not a fucking carrier, Sha. You are the source of happiness for Rora, my daughter. All the misfortune that befell my family is not your fault but the misfortune of God. I was wrong to accuse you of not being. So, please forgive me."

"Why do you apologize to a despicable, lowly and uneducated woman like me? Are you not ashamed if someone recognizes you and then makes fun of you and then the good name of the big family of Wijaya Kusuma just crumbled?"

"Fuck everyone else, Sha! I don't care about their babble. All I care about right now is one. I want you to come back to me, build a household that had run aground in the middle of the road. I want the two of us to raise Rora together with love and affection like any other family in general."

Queensha was stunned to hear sentence after sentence. He did not expect that Ghani would ask him to come back after the divorce that had been said some time ago.

"Are you aware of what you just said? Come all the way here just to ask your ex-wife to refer you, right?" queensha's toilet pressed every sentence that came out of her lips.

"I'm well aware, Queensha. I want us to live together in a legitimate marriage bond."

"Living together? And what about Cassandra? Do you want to marry two women at the same time? Or maybe, you use this excuse just to bind me to be more free to take revenge for evil deeds that my stepmother has done? You are still not satisfied to torture me to use all kinds of ways to ensnare me again. Really nasty!" queensha toilet with hunting breath.

Stunned, two pairs of narrowed eyes glanced at each other. Ghani is puzzled by how Queensha can assume that Cassandra is her lover when there is no special relationship between them. Ghani considers Cassandra a friend, nothing more.

"S-i ...." Ghani was unable to finish his sentence. The man's tongue felt mute, his lips locked tightly unable to say. It was eager to explain the true state, but why his lips and brain were unwilling to cooperate.

"I am a poor man, a poor man, and not worthy of being with a rich and highly educated man like you. But I still have my pride. Don't bother to have wealth you can oppress me at will."

"If Mr. Ghani needs a connecting mother to take care of Aurora, why not marry Cassandra instead. Aren't you guys dating now? It feels so strange that you marry me while your love and body is for another woman. Better Mr. Ghani just marry your lover than bother to persuade me to refer you."

"Again, if you pay close attention to it, it is indeed compatible. I'm sure your household will be harmonious until death do us part."

Then, the sexy figure of a woman like a Spanish guitar passed. No more words to be spoken from his soft lips. It's all over and Queensha wants to disappear from her ex-husband.

"Queensha, wait! We're not done talking!" chase Ghani to block Queensha's wrist.

Flipping over quickly, Queensha's two shoulders were gripped by Ghani. "Let me take responsibility for what I have done in the past. Free me from the guilt that has plagued me for five years, Sha. I'm tired .. so tired." Speak softly with a pushy look.

Both eyebrows are linked confused marks. "Imresponsible? What responsibility, sir? What have you done wrong in the past to make you responsible for me?"

"Responsibility because of me ...."

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