My husband became my sister-in-law

Episode 13's

...ZENNA POV...

A month I have lived in the house of grandmother, I have been a little able to forget the betrayal of mas gibran.

I still cry a lot if I remember the incident, but I try to be strong because I believe this has all been my destiny.

While at my grandmother's house I often attended lectures, yes I often went with my grandmother, somehow my feelings a little calmer.

Right now I'm sitting in the park where I'm trying to end my life, not because I want to meet that guy, not even if I never see him again, last saw him at the hospital.

I sat down and enjoyed the ice cream I bought before I got here, I didn't have a friend yet, probably because I was too close and rarely hung out with others, but my friends who are in Jakarta are still on my ngabarin and ask me the situation now, but there is nothing I have returned, but not yet, I really wanted to be alone if I wanted to complain I would pour it all out to grandma, crying in grandma's arms.

Suddenly someone said hello to me.

“Assalamualaikum ??” said me.

I directly replied “Walaikum salam”

I turned to her, and it was the Zahran who helped me at that time.

He smiled at me.

“How are you??” ask him kindly

“Baik” I replied indifferently, for some reason I am still traumatized by the presence of men.

“Thank God then, yes I said, assalamualaikum” he said again.

“Walaikum salam”

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Soreh the day I came home to grandma's house, I saw there was a papa car, I immediately ran into the house I believe the king also came.

“Mama” shouts me after getting inside

“Nia dear, yes Allah mama misses the same kamu” said mama while hugging me tightly.

“How are you dear papa ??”

Hearing papa speak I immediately let go of my mother's embrace, and switched to hug my papa.

“Nia well pa, papa how are you doing ??” I answered and asked my dad.

“Papa baik” said my papa by kissing my forehead repeatedly.

I let go of papa's embrace, and loosed my eyes in search of the king.

“Ma king not coming yes??” I'm sad because I honestly miss the king.

“Follow dong dear, the king again in the same room grandma, earlier the king slept ” replied my mama with a smile.

I immediately developed my smile, and ran into the room to see the king.

Arriving at the room turned out the king had woken up, and again replaced by clothes by my grandmother seemed like the king had finished bathing, the king who saw me enter immediately smiled.

“Unda ?? aja tangen ” he said to me.

I also hugged the king tightly

“Mother also misses you, forgive mother ya !! mother has died king.” I said still hugging the king.

“There are mama and papa, uda father only, same father to purgi ”

Deggs.

The words of the king pierced the recesses of my heart, I felt guilty, should under no circumstances have I left the king, for he needed me most, though there was a mother but still I was his birth mother.

I cried, Grandma who saw me cry also hugged me.

“Have not cried, kasian king you just met her today,” said grandma.

I immediately wiped my tears and took over wearing the king's clothes, I really missed this moment where I often bathed the king and accompanied him to play.

After all I took the king out to see my mother and father.

“You grandkids” says king speaks has little boy.

Then I handed the king over to my mother.

“Ma nitip king, I want to make milk first” I said to mama.

“Iya dear, here same mom first ya” said mom carrying the king.

“The completeness of the king is still in the car son, take it first ya hehe” said papaku.

“Iya pa” I replied smiling.

I went straight out to Papa's car to get some milk and also the king's pacifier, after taking it I was about to go inside again, but outside the gate there was a car stopped, I noticed the car, I noticed the car, like I've seen my thoughts.

Not long out a middle-aged woman, probably not at odds far from my mother.

I noticed him, suddenly I remembered that he was his umi zahran who was in the hospital at that time.

“Assalamualaikum umi” I said to him

He smiled at me.

“Walaikum greetings dear, how are you doing ??” ask him.

“I'm good umi, come in umi” take me on umi.

Umi and I entered the house, I forgot to ask umi who was here.

“Loh dear you are the same who” my mama asked me.

Grandma who heard my mother's words, looked straight at me.

“Loh salwa, you have returned home ??” ask grandma 'em.

“Iya nek Salwa has returned, it was finished from studies in the next village and continued to return here so stop by first” replied umi.

While I went straight to the kitchen to make the milk king, I soon returned to the living room where they were gathered.

“This ma raja” milk said while giving a bottle of pacifier that has contained milk to my mother.

“Honey to drink also dong to our guests !!” said grandma softly.

“Good nek” answer me and go straight back to the kitchen to make them drinks.

After everything was done I returned with a tray of warm tea, after which I sat down near my mother while playing the hand of the king.

“Nia darling still remember with nak zahran right ??” suddenly my grandmother asked me.

I turned to Grandma and it turned out that Zahran was also here sitting next to my papa.

“Iya nek, nia remember kok” answered me

“Oh yes nak zahran introduce this mama and papa nia, and it's her son nia” said grandma on zahran.

I looked at him I knew he was surprised to hear that I already had children, because I used to see like that, he said it was still easy to have children, so I was mediocre.

“Loh zenia already married yes ??” umi asked directly.

“Udah ma'am, but now divorced” replied papa

“Astaghfirullah, why??” umi is still curious.

“Umiiii” zahran directly called uminya, maybe he was afraid the question umi can offend me or mama and papa.

“Force us salwah for now we do not want to discuss it, we are all afraid to open his bad memories nia, you see for yourself how my grandson at that time” explained grandma on umi.

Umi nodded her head, then she turned to me and sat down beside me.

“Pardon umi yes !! if the umi question was offensive to nia” said umi felt guilty.

“It's okay umi” replied I smiled.

After a long conversation umi and zahran pamit to go home, because soon will come maghrib prayer.

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