One Roof Two Hearts

Chapters. 97

Dina sat on the sofa, the departure of her two children and her husband made the wound in her heart slashed again. The marriage she had fought for for years turned out to get no reply from her own husband.

"Yes Allah.actually I am considered as what by mas Irwan, is there only Mother Goddess in the heart of my husband while I who have been with him for almost twenty years is not considered at all, he said, o Allah how do I again to convince mas Irwan if I am his legal wife is not another woman, there is no way I hate Mbak Dewi not he who is guilty but mas Irwansyah who has a heart so narrow and narrow."

Her tears were constantly dripping down her cheeks, she was also saddened to see her two domineering daughters attitude similar to her papa.

"Only Ahsan my son can always understand my condition and only he understands me the most, Allah forgive all my sins and fears that I have done so far,"

Irwansyah walked straight into her private room, a room that no one had ever been to, including Dina the wife.

The room inside is full of photos, trinkets about Dewi Kinanti Mirasih. The room where Irwansyah secretly admired the wife of others.

All daily photos of Dewi taken secretly by Irwansyah. It almost filled the entire wall of the room.

Irwansyah kissed one by one a picture of Dewi attached to one of the walls filled with photos of Dewi.

"Goddess, whenever you remain the only woman I love and care for in this world, I will never be able to love another woman in this world, only you are capable of shaking my heart including Dina just as a tool to cover up my feelings for her brother,"

Irwansyah went around looking through all her collection of photos of Dewi which was plastered around her secret private room Irwansyah.

While in other places, which is located in other parts of the world precisely in one of the European countries, namely London UK UK.

A 20-year-old girl was just how happy she was after passing through a few of her college eyes today. At first he thought the first day of college would be more difficult because it was in another country with customs, culture, customs, until the climate and weather that day was quite bright.

The summer months of June are quite beautiful, most native Britons fill their summer holidays with various activities such as the one with Shaira Innira Abidzar Iskandar.

The beautiful hijab girl smiled full of relief because her fairly complicated college eyes could be passed and resolved by her well.

"Alhamdulillah is quite mind draining today, Brother Hans how are you doing what he is doing? The last time we communicated was a week ago," he muttered Shaira while checking whatsapp on his phone.

Shaira walks towards the bus stop, as to get to the student dormitory she has to use public transport. While his two brothers each lived in a male-only dormitory provided by the Indonesian government.

Abyasa Akhtam and Aidan Akhtar are each busy living their new lives abroad. Both chose to fill their leisure time by working part-time at one of the cafes and restaurants not far from their dormitory.

Both do not want to be too burdensome their living costs to both parents so secretly decided to work on time only.

"Abang Abya and Aidan must be busy planning to go to his dorm, but as far as I know today they are busy working," shaira's great-grandson as she continued to move her legs towards the opposite side of the road along with some people who happened to also cross into the zebra cross.

Shaira set foot happily, until accidentally the corner of her eye tail saw a small child fall on the asphalt.

"Gee!!" Scream the little boy.

Some people just glanced at him without any intention to help him, while Shaira without hesitation immediately ran to the place where the two-pointed little boy was.

"Hiks!! Hicks!! Dad help me!" The roar of the little boy who was about four years old.

Shaira did not care about the strange look aimed at her with her fast-paced attitude on the pavement until some people were nudged by her.

"Daddy!" The shrill little boy who spread his gaze around looked for the whereabouts of his papa while occasionally rubbing his eyes that continued to shed tears.

Shaira immediately helped the boy stand up after arriving in front of the very cute and beautiful little boy in her eyes.

Shaira crouched down in front of him the boy, she immediately reached out her hand to help the boy stand up. The child was surprised to see the size of the hand. Without hesitation and much thought, the boy immediately welcomed Shaira's hand.

"Thank you aunty," the great-grandson of the little boy who was already standing in front of Saira who was still in a crouching position.

Shaira was surprised to hear the boy's words, she frowned because the little boy had originally asked for help in English. Next, use Indonesian.

Shaira helped clean up the entire outfit of the little boy who was exposed to dust with both hands. While the boy continued to pay close attention to Shaira's face.

"Well, Allah is it that you can fall like this, but where is your father and mother beautiful?" Syaira asked who was still tidying up the entire clothes of the little boy.

"Mother" he said, hugging Shaira's body.

Shaira again made dumbfounded by the behavior of the child, was surprised when a child who looks like native English people use Indonesian to greet him is now embracing him and call him by the name of mother.

"Mother!" Beonya Shaira's.

"Mothers of the sick, atu takit tekali, feet of the cakit," he lamented the little boy in the still stamped language and the lisp.

"Ohh his legs hurt well, how if you meet your mother and your father well," he asked Shaira while carrying his body the boy who called it his mother.

Shaira circulates her gaze around her and searches for the whereabouts of the woman who may be the child's mother.

"Where is the mother beautiful? Do you want your sister to meet her mother or her father maybe," suggested Saira who was about to take the child around looking for the whereabouts of both parents.

The boy immediately shook his head, "tantik tatak is my round, not other olang," said the little boy, shaking his head while speaking in the style of children who are still not fluent in speaking.

Shaira smiled faintly at the words of the boy who thought of him as his mother.

"Beautiful brood, sugarless sweet grandpa and brother-made sweetener is not the mother, you must have mistaken people, if that's what if you ask your sister to look for your parents," shaira's advice while rejecting the boy's words.

The boy fell silent instead of answering Shaira's words or refuting her, but instead fell silent while directing his gaze towards the ice cream shop.

"Mother ice cream penen eat it!" Show him the boy.

Shaira immediately directed her gaze towards the spot the area the boy was pointing at.

"Ooh you want to eat ice cream apparently, if that's why you take you there, let's go!"

Shaira with the two-headed little boy who looked more like a ponytail walked hand in hand towards the nearest cafe from campus.