Rahim Pay Mr. M

Chapter 44

Doctor Farel took out a red box from inside his pants pocket. And he took Amelia's hand.

"Mel, now is the time. There is no difference between us anymore. I hope you'll accept my proposal." Doctor Farel said.

Amelia fell silent, she just lowered her head. Doctor Farel understood and closed the red box.

"Yes, I know the answer!" Answer with disappointment.

"Sorry, I'm not ready! My bad experience with men traumatized me a little." Amelia's Said.

"Okay, it's okay! The most important thing is that you're always next to me." Doctor farel said soothingly.

Finally Amelia can smile back, she is more comfortable being a friend than having to be in love. They seemed to be pressing the food that had been perched on the table.

When she finished, Amelia left. He walked away with slow steps. He wanted to calm his mind and walk to the park not far from the place.

Amelia looked around and her lips were smiling. He was happy, because after a month he was busy and finally could breathe fresh air.

Amelia is now a great businesswoman. He opened resorts and restaurants scattered in almost every strategic area. The money that Marcell gave back then became capital for him. Because He is determined not to lack money and He does not want if such a bad thing happens again.

While Amelia was enjoying the fresh air, a girl was seen running and falling. He looked strong, but his red face could not cover it.

Amelia approached and immediately grabbed her hand. "Let's wake up and help Auntie!" Bring along.

The girl smiled and got up while grabbing Amelia's hand. Amelia took him to sit and look at the bleeding knee.

"You're hurt, let Auntie take care of it!" Her speech.

"No aunt, I'm used to it" replied the boy in a distinctive voice.

Amelia smiled and treated her wound. "Whether you hold it, but this pain will feel and be difficult to walk. Auntie knows we're in pain." Prattling

"No aunt, it's just a small wound."

"We're so funny, your face is red withstanding the pain but Auntie's sick there you."

"Why wrap?" Ask the girl.

"You're not crying, where are your parents." Amelia.

"I went alone! And I come here every time I'm sad." Answer the boy.

Amelia smiled and stroked her hair. The girl was comfortable even though she had only met for the first time. And so did Amelia, she smiled to herself and saw the child.

"2 years, 2 months Auntie!" Answer the boy.

Amelia pensively pensively, her eyes beginning to glaze over. "Maybe if my son is beside me, he must be the same age as this kid." His inner.

Amelia shed tears, the boy turned his head and wiped away Amelia's tears.

"Tante, papa says that crying is only for the weak!" His speech.

The boy's words made Amelia smile. "It looks like Papa mi's a hard man! Yes crying does look weak, but at least crying can reduce the burden on our hearts." Answer Amelia.

"Really...!" Ask the boy.

"Yes, Auntie also cried a lot. But there's a cry you have to let out."

The boy frowned. "What is that crying?"

"Sweeping happiness!" Answer Amelia.

"There is a cry of happiness? What was it like and were her tears different!" Ask the boy who doesn't stop talking.

Amelia smiled and shook her head. "The same tears of his eyes are different just the taste. If we cry sad our hearts feel broken and if we cry happy our hearts feel flowery." The answer.

The girl smiled, She hugged Amelia. "Thank you Auntie, can I know your name?" Ask.

"Nana Aunt Amelia!"

"Amelia's aunt, but it doesn't seem like the name suits Auntie." Say the boy.

"Why?"

"May I call you Aunt Angel?" Ask the boy.

"Why...!" Amelia smiled.

"Because Aunty is beautiful and has helped me!" The answer.

"All right, it's up to you! Then what's your name?"

"My name is Ziana Auntie!"

Amelia fell silent at once, the name made her think back to the child. He once told Anita, if the child she gave birth to would be named "Ziana"