
''What are you and Jihan doing? Why stay at my mom's house?'' Almost half the journey until Ida just ventured to ask Haris.
Haris shook without a sound. His heart was still troubled to think of that painful fact. Although Jihan has admitted her mistake and apologized, she still cannot bring things back. They will never have children.
''Every household must have a problem, but it would be nice for you to solve it as soon as possible, not go like this, '' said Indrawan.
Haris took a deep breath and opened his eyes that were momentarily closed. His hand moved gently rubbing Bilal's cheek. Only the baby was able to give him some encouragement.
Forgive me, Son. I promise I'll bring my mom home soon. You'll be back together.
No more talks, Haris is not ready to dismantle Jihan's crimes. Afraid both of his parents hated the woman as before. In fact, it was a good opportunity for him and Ainaya to come together. However, there are some things that must be resolved before deciding.
''Oh yes, Ris. Sorry if this question offends you, but mama can not hold it, it will only make mama more curious, said Bu Ida glanced at Mr. Indrawan.
''What?'' tanya Haris is brief. There is still no spirit to discuss anything.
''When viewed intensely, Bilal coke looks like Ainaya yes, not Jihan. Sorry mom just took it.''
Haris smiled wryly. Maybe it's time to reveal everything to his parents. Give a right to a woman who has given her children.
''Don't answer, your mama's question is ridiculous, he really likes to ngaco, '' said Mr. Indrawan.
''No papa, Pa. You deserve to know everything. I won't cover it up again.''
The atmosphere was gripping with Haris' speech filled with puzzles.
''Ainaya is actually Bilal's real mother, '' said Haris, staring at her parents in turn.
They clenched their foreheads and looked at each other. As if he still needed a proper explanation.
''I married Ainaya just want to get offspring because Jihan was declared barren, he continued.
The moment made Ida's mother flutter and slapped her son. Furious with Haris's intention as if toying with a marriage. Humiliating a woman just for her happiness.
Haris rubbed his sore cheek. The slap was nothing compared to the pain incised for the wife. While the driver and Mr. Indrawan, they are silent and focused with their respective minds. Let mom Ida vent her anger.
''So all this time you and Jihan lied to mama to defend your marriage?" screech Miss Ida with teary eyes.
Indrawan extended a hand. Swiped Ida's arm and told her to be patient.
''The love of our grandchildren, Ma. He sleeps afraid he will wake up, we talk at home, he said later. Tranquilize.
Silent
Ida looked at Bilal's calm face in her dreamland. Haris could only bow his head. I have been living through his mistakes all this time. Hope his honesty this time will lead him to kindness.
Forgive oma. Even though oma doesn't know about your biological mother, oma still loves her. Oma is so proud that you were born of a good woman.
Without the car stopping in front of the house. Haris came down and opened the door for Ida. The driver took out Bilal's belongings. They deliberately brought a lot of clothes for the baby at the request of Haris.
Ms. Ida brought Bilal to the room, while Mr. Indrawan and Haris sat in the living room. They were silent and wrestling with each other's thoughts.
''Sometimes love can make people do anything. But do not let you take the wrong step, said Mr. Indrawan.
''You can buy anything including women to carry your child, but you can't buy a wedding. Mama knows you love Jihan so much and can't part with her, but that doesn't mean you can just as easily hurt Ainaya.
Haris. He read the words of his parents. Yes, maybe at this time still can not release Jihan, but he was determined to bring Ainaya back. Anyhow.
''Now think about Bilal's fate, he needs a complete parent. Do not let you regret for a lifetime because it has separated him from his mother.''
Haris moved from his seat. Staring at Ida and Indrawan sir took turns.
''I'll pick up Ainaya. I'll apologize to her, '' Haris said seriously.
Mother Ida stood up. One step closer to Haris. ''For now I am sure Ainaya will not come back to you, but I will continue to pray for you and him. Wake up, it's time for you to be happy with a woman who truly loves you sincerely, not just using you.'' Patting Haris' shoulder slowly.
Haris nodded then left after asking for some ART to look after the baby. He also told them to clean the room. Yes, the room that will later become the resting place of Ainaya when they stay at Mr. Indrawan's house.
''Just change the curtains, bed linen, blanket in white, because Ainaya likes that color, '' Haris explained in detail.
He will not forget the color of Ainaya's room when he was still living in his simple house. There was at least one he remembered from the woman.
''Fine, Sir. We will do it soon, replied the woman in front of Haris kindly.
''It looks like Mama is so happy?'' Mr. Indrawan shifted his seat.
Madam Ida laughed a little. ''I agree that Ainaya became our ghost, PA. Not Jihan.''
Haris got in the car. For the time being he is not sure he can take Ainaya home, but he will prove his determination to keep the woman.
''Should I call him first?'' Knock his finger on the steering wheel. Then take his phone. Again, looking at the photo of Ainaya and Bilal.
''I don't think so, I'm sure he's still angry with me.'' Put down his phone again and rushed forward his car.
Arriving, Haris immediately entered the apartment after greeting the guard. Unlike usual looks serious, this time he was a bit of a joke that made some people laugh. Showing that he is very happy.
The elevator doors open. Haris came out and accelerated his pace towards the Ainaya dwelling. However, his foot swing stopped when he saw Adam and some men coming out of the place. It was obvious that they were talking seriously and mentioning the name of the wife.
''About when did Miss Ainaya leave?" ask the burly man in solid black clothes with matching pants.
''I don't know, the last time I drove her to Haris' office and after that her number was off.
Haris who heard that was surprised not to play, even he almost collapsed.