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Flashbacks

At that time Chana and Sakya were only second grade in the second semester of Elementary School, Pak Raga asked for permission to return home because his wife was going to give birth.

Iksia continued to allow, he even gave a considerable amount of money for the delivery of his wife.

"Just use a black car to facilitate mobilization there."

"No need, Non. I'm just taking public transportation."

"Should I drive?"

"Keep it not, Non. That's overkill."

"Then bring my car one. At least there will be needed to bring the wife and children of the father after birth."

Although with a bad day, finally Mr. Raga came home with a black car commonly used for servants to the market or for other purposes.

Mr. Raga left after saying goodbye to Iksia, Arzhan and of course the baby twins.

"Non?" the new bodyguard Iksia approached.

"Wait until he's a little far away. After that we move."

"Good, Non."

"Darling ...."

"Go," Iksia told her new bodyguard when she heard Arzhan's voice calling.

"What's up, Mom?"

"I don't think I'm feeling well, please massage."

Iksia sighed, she knew Arzhan was not just asking for a massage because there would be other frills after the massage was over.

"Maas ...." Iksia approached, she gently rubbed her husband's chest.

"Can you massage it tonight?" whispered Iksia teasing in Arzhan's ears.

"If I refuse?" Arzhan replied to his wife's mischievous whisper while wrapping his hands around Iksia's waist.

"Mas won't get anything if it refuses. I'd better go to the salon first to clean myself up, how about it?"

"Well ...," said Arzhan lethargic. "But just look at the punishment you'll get later" she continued, kissing Iksia's headscarf-blinded ears.

Iksia laughed while nodding assented.

Iksia's new bodyguard arrives, stopping her steps at the sight of what the master is doing.

Iksia's eyes winked giving a sign that she would soon catch up.

"Mas, I'm going first. Titip kids, yeah."

"Come back."

"Okay, honey." Then Iksia kissed her husband's lips long enough. After that he immediately followed his new bodyguard into the car.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. Let's go for it."

Iksia opened her phone and saw a red dot that kept walking away. During the trip Iksia always stared at the screen of his phone.

"What is Mr Raga hiding from me?" whisper to yourself.

"Non, are we going to eat Non's father again?"

"No, sir." Iksia answered the driver's question.

"Why are we here again? This is the way to get there, Non."

Hearing the chauffeur's words, Iksia immediately looked ahead, paying attention to the surroundings and ....

Why is the GPS I installed in that car headed here? Is it possible that Mr Raga is one village with his father's wife?

Iksia saw the car used by Mr. Raga parked in a puskesmas.

"Are we down?"

"Non't now."

Iksia rewinded his car some distance away and blocked some trees, the goal is not to be caught by Mr. Raga.

Tok tok tok tok

The car's glass is knocked on by someone from the outside. As soon as I saw who was outside, Iksia was surprised instead of playing.

"What's up, Non?" the question was as they sat in a chair in the corner of the puskemas canteen.

"I'm the one who asked what's wrong? Is there anything Mr Raga is hiding from me?"

"What does Non know?"

Mr. Raga looked over with a faint smile.

"The photo in Mr. Raga's wallet-"

"That's me and my brother, Non."

"Sister?"

"Yes. That's my sister. Non's father is my older brother."

Iksia covered her wide-open mouth with her hands.

"I have worked with Mr. Indra's family for a long time. When I met Mama Non, I was very surprised. We didn't expect Kana to meet again after a long time apart."

"Why didn't Mama tell me?"

"He was afraid Non hated me. I became Non's personal bodyguard at the request of Madam. He wants me to take responsibility for keeping Non in his place."

"Dad ...."

"Non, don't hate me too much. He had a good reason for being rude to Non and Madam."

"Whatever the reason, he remains evil to us, he even brought that woman****** to our house."

"Then, a neighbor sent a photo of the mistress with another man into the house. Non's father was very angry about it. Not long after that Madam was pregnant and Non's father alleged that the child conceived by his wife was the child of infidelity. That's why my sister is so angry. However, she later found out that the man who entered with the Madam was our uncle who was looking for Non's father."

Is that why he was so good at that time? Is it because he knows I'm his son?

"Is that also why you burned down a neighbor's house, and then he went to jail and got divorced from you."

Mr. Raga nodded.

"He divorced Madam because he didn't want to make you live to suffer for having an inmate father. He also remarried another woman because he wanted to forget you."

Iksia could only cry without knowing what the reason was. Whether because of sadness, sadness, anger or everything that becomes one.

"If only I had been softer and had not married another woman, we might have forgiven her. Also maybe I won't go through this exhausting agony, sir. I won't be pregnant alone in exile, and maybe my son won't be an illegitimate child."

Mr. Raga embraces the shoulder of Iksia, the real master of which is his own nephew.

"Forget it all, Non. The test we experience is the forging to make us strong human beings. Look at the results, Non being a strong and smart woman isn't she?"

Iksia is still crying.

"Now, let's see the baby. She is so beautiful and red. Greet the new family member."

Iksia looked at Mr. Raga. He immediately wiped his tears and went to see Mr. Raga's son.

After returning from Pak Raga's hometown, Iksia immediately went to the salon to do a spa and sauna according to her fetus to Arzhan.

"Where else?" ask Iksia while massaging Arzhan's back that has been covered with olive oil.

"The front." Arzhan turned around and instantly pulled Iksia's body into his arms.

Iksia is like a fawn that a starving lion is eating. Silence is helpless and resigned to accept whatever Arzhan does.

"Maas ...."

"Hmm, what's wrong? Want to add?"

Iksia pinched her husband's chest that was soaked in sweat.

"I want to tell you something."

"What's that?"

"Pak Raga turned out to be my uncle. He's the brother of the late father."

"I know."

"What?"

Iksia who hid behind a blanket to cover her body wearing nothing, woke up in shock. He was now on Arzhan's chest. His eyes stared intently at the relaxed looking husband

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I should have been, when did you know and from where?" ask Iksia curiously.

"We and our family knew so Mr. Raga and Mama explained at that time."

"But-"

Not yet Iksia continued his words, Arzhan pulled the nape of Iksia and tasted again the lips of his wife reddish.

"Maas ...." Iksia tried to get rid of Arzhan's body from above her body.

"One more time, dear."

Although the body is still tired, Iksia can only resign and try to follow the ferocity of Arzhan's game.