Marsha, Between Love and Revenge

Chapters 30. Heart Wounds Zidan

Zidan narrowed his eyes "Did Zidan not hear wrong Kek? There's no way we've left everything we've done." As much as Zidan could not immediately believe it, grandfather sometimes could not read his way of thinking, Zidan straightened his seat, staring fixedly at the grandfather who stared at the television in front of them.

"Grandfather is old Zidan, what will Grandpa bring when old? Grandpa just wants to see you happy for the rest of Grandpa's life, Grandpa already made your mama suffer, long ago. That's enough to teach Grandpa, don't want it to happen to you." Grandfather turned his head, returning Zidan's gaze.

"As much as you want to believe in Grandpa or not, Grandpa is not pushy either. The important thing is that Grandpa has conveyed what Grandpa currently feels, Grandpa wants to live a quiet and peaceful life."

There is no least doubt from his grandfather's words, Zidan did not know to believe it or not, but hoped that what he said was true from the bottom of his heart, because what he said was true.

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The next day Zidan took leave, he had not visited his mother for a long time, usually he was always with his grandfather, but this time he would visit alone, even though he slept at his grandfather's house last night, Zidan didn't say he was going to visit his mother.

Still as usual, from afar Zidan looked at the mother sitting alone in front of her room, the most beautiful, looking blankly at her. Zidan exhaled a rough breath and then threw away his gaze.

It is impossible for his mother to pretend to have a mental disorder. Wouldn't he be locked up here? Can not enjoy the fresh air and free to enjoy life with his family. Her mother can be categorized as a successful career woman, there is no way she will torture herself not buying brandad goods.

Everything Mahesa was accusing made no sense. Zidan stepped into the room of Bu Sri, a doctor who treated his mother from the beginning. After knocking and sounding from within, Zidan turned the handle, the woman's friendly smile welcoming Zidan's arrival.

"Hello Zidan, good morning." The fifty-year-old doctor stood up, extending a hand to Zidan.

Zidan replies to Doctor Sri's hand "Good morning too Doc."

"Please sit down Zidan," the woman took off her reading glasses "how are there any? Are you healthy Zidan? It's usually once a week here, but it's been almost four months that you missed your mother. Your grandfather cried every time he came here." The story is because it is so ordinary and so close.

Zidan smiled faintly "I'm healthy Doc, indeed the past four months I've been a little busy," Zidan placed his hands on the table, advancing his seat, looking at Sri's doctor.

"The night I came here Doc, wanted to see my mom, it's wrong I came too late, said the security guard, mama there's been a change for the better,"

"True, it's true Zidan, your mama is progressing quite significantly, no matter what your grandfather tells you, until he can change that fast. He's made thirty percent progress over these three months, which is great. That's why he's also very passionate, and he's been able to chat and respond to what we say."

Zidan nodded, a doctor has been sworn not to violate the provisions of the law, there is no way this doctor will risk his profession. Mahesa must have just made up and angered her, after all knowing what Mahesa was about her family?

After seeing the doctor and hearing many explanations from the doctor about his mother, Zidan opened a white-painted fence that separated the special room of patients who get special care with the doctor's room.

When he was near the mother, Zidan did not immediately say hello, he just stood looking at his mother.

"Don't look at the opposite sex too long, you can fall in love." Naima turned to Zidan, smiling, a smile that Zidan had never seen while his mother was in the safe house.

"Other than looking at it from the side, sometimes women look twice as beautiful."

Zidan pecked, his heart seemed to stop beating hearing the voice of his mother, and saw the smile of the woman he had not seen for a long time, despite being in a safe house, but the woman still looks beautiful according to her age, naima's hair was cut that was originally shoulder to shoulder, now under the ear, looking younger and fresher. Zidan's lips complained unable to speak, his legs seemed to feel heavy to step.

"Are you Zidan? Who said my son?"

"Huh?" zidan's heart was piqued

Said child? Mama doesn't know me?

Zidan swallowed his saliva with great difficulty.

"May ..." Zidan's lips trembled, his feet slowly stepping to embrace his mother.

"Don't" Naima's hand held back that Zidan wouldn't hold her, "i don't know you yet, I've only been told that I have a handsome boy, are you really my son?" Naima tilted her head.

Zidan's eyes glazed over, only three months later he had not visited his mother, but his mother did not recognize him.

Sick? Don't ask again.

Can't her mother not recognize her? My mom is not amnesia. As much as Zidan could strengthen his heart, he had to accept this reality.

Zidan forced his smile. "It's me Zidan, mama's son." Said Zidan in a hoarse voice.

"You're handsome, so I believe you're my son, you look like your father, his name is Abdi, right?"

Abdi's? That name?

Not Ma, no. My papa's name isn't that.

"Yes, Ma. Papa Abdi's name." Zidan had to lie.

Naima seemed to sparkle hearing the name called. He stood up directly taking Zidan's hand "Where is your papa? Why didn't he come to visit my mom? Zidan, bring your papa here."

Zidan gasped, he wanted to feel the warm palm that held him, but all felt amby when his mother was more excited to say the name of Abdi than his name.

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Marsha tapped her pen on the table, then she looked at Zidan's desk with her chin up, the table was empty, there was no handsome face sitting there staring seriously at the laptop screen with his anti-radiation glasses.

"Ck, Zidan why leave anyway? Is he lying, saying he wants responsibility, and now if he takes time off when he wants to avoid problems?A man cannot be held by his words."

Marsha raised her hand, saw the needle on the expensive circular watch at her hand, still ten in the morning, the feeling she had been sitting for a long time and all her work was done, her hips were already feeling very sore, Marsha felt the clock spin for so long.

Then he glanced at the warm lemontea served for him has now turned as cold as ice water because the air conditioner was still intact untouched, pity and very redundant. Marsha got up from her seat, picked up the bag and walked out.

"Mom Melati, if anyone's looking for me, say I'm looking for a new car, no need to wait 'cause I'll be back for the night." The message before leaving.

"Eh Miss, but Mister Matthew wants to be here any minute."

"Cancel it if he comes."

Melati's shoulders slumped, she had to find the right reason for Matthew not to be disappointed and still be working together.

"Miss, you better giggle me to death." Akkkghhhh Melati screams in frustration.

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Zidan who had been muzzling was upset because of the loud knock on his door, who would dare to come to his contract? Zidan is lazy, he will drive away the uninitiated guest because it has disrupted his holiday.

Chequelek

"You've been a long time Zidan!" Marsha was surprised by Zidan's chaotic appearance, the man's eyes looked puffy, his hair was disheveled but still looked handsome and cool in Marsha's eyes.

Marsha looks at Zidan from top to bottom, and ....

"Aaakhhh ZIDAN WHY ONLY USE COLOURS??" Marsha covered her face with both palms. Zidan reflexively did the same, but not his face, but his lower body.

Upon realizing what he was doing, Zidan then pulled Marsha's hand and brought her in.

"Zidan why is the door locked?" Marsha's eyes fiddled, knowing Zidan turned the key.

"Let's be safe." The grin, then turning the position, pushed Marsha's body against the door.