Sharing Love: Sharing a Husband

Chapter 76

Zia sighed before she packed all her belongings. He glanced at Zidan, the boy was staring down the street from the window. Actually, he still wants to be in the city of flowers. Many rides that he has not encountered in the area of west Java.

Zia stopped her activities for a moment, then approached her son. Gently rubbing the top of Zidan's head, until the boy looked up at him.

"Don't pout dong, Mama's son is not usually like this. Where is Zidan always cheerful?" Zia grabbed that fertile body.

"Papa doesn't love me, Papa just thinks of Zia's feelings. Know this I don't need to see Papa." Zidan slid his face around her neck.

"Hus ... Don't say that, not good. Papa loves Zidan, maybe your brother really wants to go home. Next time the three of us take a walk." Zia tried to calm her son.

"Tell?" zidan asked, raising his face and looking at his mother.

"Yes." Yeah." Zia kissed the boy's wrath.

While behind them, Randy hears everything. Including the complaints of Zidan. Her heart ached when her son chose not to meet her. He was also confused by such a situation. Zidan's son, Zia's his son.

He felt cornered, it seemed like his father-in-law was testing him. Perhaps what Arya wants is that she loves Zidan more than Zia. It's a difficult situation, where he has to choose. While he could not choose from any of them, he loved his children very much.

Slowly but surely, he approached his wife and son and hugged him from behind.

"Mas."

"Pa's."

Zia and Zidan said simultaneously.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to make you happy" Randy told his wife. "I'm sorry, Dad, honey. Papa promised, upon arrival in Jakarta we will play together," he told Zidan.

"What promise? The promise is a debt, a sin if you deny it" Zidan said.

"Yes, Papa promised."

"Mama said it was just the three of us, the three of us, Pa." Zidan pointed three fingers at Randy.

"Ok, boss," said Randy.

"Everything's packed, right?" ask Randy about the clothes.

"Already" replied Zia.

Shortly after, Arya arrives with Zifa. They did not know that his son and grandson returned to Jakarta today. When he arrived, he wanted to take his grandson for a walk here. However, he was surprised when he saw the suitcase near the sofa.

"Where are you going?" ask Arya.

"Go home, we'll go home, Mother," Zidan replied.

"Going home? Not wrong? There is not one day you are here yet, the time has come to go home anyway. You guys quarreling?" guess Aryan.

"Son, Pa. We're fine" Zia replied. "Yes, isn't it, Mas?" ask Zia.

"Yes, Pa. We're fine" said Randy.

"Don't get me wrong, Pa," Zifa said.

"But why did you come home so soon? Plan on being here a few days?" ask Arya again.

"Zia wants to go home, Cake. So we all go home now" Zidan replied as he was.

"Once again the boy," Arya muttered.

"I mean, Papa?" ask Randy. Although Arya's speech was slow, but she heard enough. Does his father-in-law not like his son? Thought Randy. For now he is still patient with the attitude of his father-in-law. While not hurting his daughter he will always be polite.

"Nothing to mean," elak Arya.

"If you want to go home, go home. Let Zidan here together, Papa," pinta Arya. "Let Papa take Zidan for a walk, Zidan has always been used to it without his Papa" Arya said.

Randy clenched his hand, he held back the anger that his in-laws always loved. He closed his eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Patience." Randy neglus his own chest.

"Times?" Arya can't believe it. "Mending the same Grandpa here, now also depart."

"Gak, Cake. I want to be with Papa," Zidan chuckled.

"Hmmm ... All right," replied Arya. "Don't waste Zia and Zidan this time, if you don't want to part with them again" he whispered in Randy's ear. After that, Arya came out of the hotel room. And when he saw his step-granddaughter standing in the doorway, he was sure that the boy had heard his words.

Arya stared intently at the boy, she indeed wanted Zidan who had his papa alone. Maybe if this kid hadn't been around before, Zidan would have been happy. But even now Zidan could not have the heart of his father, and this all had to be divided with the mute son.

Zia was frightened by the sharp gaze of her step-grandfather. He could only hide behind the door.

"Pa, don't be like that. Cassian she is." Zifa said to commemorate her husband who was staring intently at Zia.

Arya did not answer, she just left from there.

After the departure of Arya and Zifa, Randy immediately took his son and wife home immediately. He grabbed a suitcase that was already packed. But he forgot something. He did not see his daughter's whereabouts.

"Honey, where's Zia? I didn't see him?" randy asked his wife.

"Astagfirallah, I forgot, Mom."

Randy put the suitcase on the floor first. Then he looked for his son. Until his gaze saw the figure of Zia who was leaning near the door. The little girl crouched down with a trembling body, she felt depressed about her step-grandfather's attitude. What harm? He's just a little boy who doesn't know anything.

"Zia, what are you doing here?" randy asked when he saw his daughter.

Zia who heard instantly stood up and rubbed the corner of her wet eyes. The little girl hugged her papa.

"Hey, why? We're going home now" Randy said.

Zia and Zidan approached.

"What's wrong with you, baby?" ask Zia.

Zia shook her head in response that she was okay.

"Mas, why?" ask Zia to her husband.

"Mas doesn't know either, but yeah, we're leaving right now. Nothing seems right here."

***

"Mas, lookout!" said Zia.

Randy doesn't focus on his vehicle, he almost hits the sidewalk.

"What the hell are you, Mas? Let's just rest then" said Zia.

Zidan and Zia as well as the nanny sitting in the back immediately fell down.

Worried, Zia immediately checked her children.

"Bi, kids are okay, right?" ask Zia to her babysitter.

The babysitter checked before answering. After he finished confirming it, he replied.

"It's okay, Mom. The kids are fine" the nanny replied.

Zia breathes a sigh of relief. Then she looked back at her husband.

"Be careful, Mas! This isn't home, it's a hospital!" pissed Zia.

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