My Ottoman Girl

Meet Kiara

Oh my God.help me close my disgrace now ...I promise to be a good man and not be a mistress again..

His prayer in the heart. Then he read again and after making sure his face was fresh there were no tears left Goddess opened the bathroom door.

"Eh.dr Ratih.sorry that my stomach hurts.please doctor"

Dr. Ratih smiled looking at the frightened face of the Goddess. Then Dewi began to try to negotiate with Dr. Ratih and held the doctor's right hand with a feeling of remorse.

"Doctor ..please keep my secret please.." her pleading in a soft voice.

"Just keep your secret safe with me. But there was a condition." the smile that had been on the lips of the Goddess was immediately changed with a look full of confusion.

"I mean..what do doctors mean? What conditions do doctors want to give?"

"Tell me where you got the disease. I'm sorry if I'm too concerned about your business. But I'm afraid that your presence here has other motives for this family and they're my own biological family. If something happens to this family then I won't be able to pardon you!" resolutely

The goddess lowered her head and released her hand which was holding the right hand of Dr. Ratih.

"I beg the doctor, not here to tell me about my illness. I'll say her outside tomorrow''' The Goddess cupped both her hands in front of her chest while her eyes remained watchful monitoring the circumstances.

Dr. Ratih nodded and told the Goddess tomorrow to come to his practice. They both agreed and acted as if nothing had happened.

The two of them returned again to the living room and Bu Hana told the Goddess to rest in Izza's room.It just so happened that Izza had come from outside with Zein a while ago.

Time has appointed at 21:30 pm and Dr. Ratih and her husband also resigned. They asked Hafiz to come to visit Bu Ratih's residence if there was any loose time.

The next day Dewi had prepared to return to the apartment and she had ventured to ask about the orphanage children who some time ago came invited to the wedding ceremony of Hafiz and Aygul.

Dewi asked Izza but the girl instead had Dewi ask directly to the mother who took care of all the events yesterday.

Ms. Hafizah whose personal basis does not want to interfere in other people's affairs does not ask what she thinks is normal.

Ms. Hafizah gave her phone number and the address of the orphanage and it was not too far from the Birendra family residence.

The face of the Goddess shines brightly her heart is happy because she will meet again with her child who has long been in vain right.

This morning she was going to visit the orphanage to see Kiara and she went there after shopping for snacks and nursery children.

With a thumping heart and joy that became one Goddess to call a taxi online that will take her there.

His phone vibrated many times and Mr. Fangfang's name was on it.He was heavy-heartedly answering his phone. Mr. Fangfang said that tonight he would invite Dewi to a dinner with one of his clients.

After accepting her Boss' request, Dewi immediately closed the conversation and focused on waiting for her taxi onlen.

A SUV has stopped in front of his rented house. The goddess came out carrying two large goodie bag tenteng containing food and clothes of children.

Taxi drove across the highway to deliver the passenger to his destination. A smile on her lips looms over her to meet her long lost angel.

A few minutes passed and the online taxi had stopped at a 2-story building that had a large courtyard. Inside the yard there is a playground that contains some children's toys in the form of swings and seesaw from iron that is given a color that refreshes the eyes.

"Good morning Ma'am, can I help you?" asked the black-clad figure kindly.

"Good morning sir I want to meet with the mother of the parlour. Can it be ?" ask the Goddess politely.

"Oh Ma'am Halimah, there's mbak. With whom, huh ?

"I Dewi Pak, would like to make a donation for the home all want to be in touch with children"

" Good mbak let me take her inside. " Security opens the gate.

A moment later the two men entered the house leading to the reception room.

Two teenage girls who were busy sitting down to work on the report in front of the computer immediately stood up to honor the guests who came.

" Miftahs. This there is a goddess who wants to meet with Miss Halimah. Please call ya?"

"Good Mr. Jaja. Let's sit down Ma'am, I call you first" said Miftah politely.

Then Pak Jaja pamit back to his guard post and Miftah went into the house, dunya who was sitting looking at the wall of the home that contains photos of children and there is a structure of the organization of the home.

Moments later, Miftah returned to the living room with a mother of about 50 who was wearing Islamic dress.

"Assalamualaikum.." said the woman was friendly.

The goddess was surprised then she stood back to greet Mother Home. Dewi expressed his intention to make donations and wanted to meet with the residents of the orphanage. Mother Panti warmly thanked her and told Miftah to call her sisters who were playing inside.

Her heart kebat kebit not because I can't wait to hug her Ananta. Ms. Halimah invited Dewi to drink the water available at the table and the woman gave her donation to the Mother of the orphanage. Firly is in charge of recording the administration of the orphanage in order to receive and record the donation of Dewi.

Soon Mifta had come with 3 boys aged between 5 years and 3 nursery children aged 3 years. The eyes of the Goddess did not blink at all looking at the little girl who was in the arms of Miftah.

Ananta....

His sighs were slow and his taste of tears was currently almost seeping into his cheeks.

"Sorry Mother, the other sisters are still in school. This is the only toddler who is still playing in the playroom" said Miftah.

"It's okay, son. Come here, children introduce this Aunt Goddess. Let's say hello " said Mrs Halimah softly.

One by one the toddlers approached the Goddess and began to kiss her right hand. The goddess rubbed the heads of the orphans with a smile. Then when it was the turn of the 4-year-old little girl who wore a yellow shirt with her curls in the two of her ponytails, the tears began to drip down her cheeks.

"This what's his name?" ask her with a smile full of tears.

"Adelia Aunt" he replied shyly.

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