She's Maduku

Chapter 87

Zahfran was forced to hug while pushing the Shafiah's body into the room and locked it from the inside.

"Mas.lepasin me.." Shafiah tried hard to escape from her embrace.

"Ok.ok.mas freelatin but please do not avoid mas again. Ok?"

Shafiah's breath gasped as she continued to try to escape her husband's embrace.

Zahfran began to loosen his arms and stepped back, his breathing still hunting. "Don't be angry again, dear, please."

Shafiah began to regulate her breathing and then sat back on the sofa, focusing on her laptop screen again, no matter what her husband did in the room.

Zahfran positioned his seat beside his wife while holding her hand tightly. "Speak baby, don't be quiet like this."

Even if Zahfran grabbed his chin, Shafiah still threw her face in the other direction. "Darling..." His words sounded very soft.

"I'm working mas, if you want to be in the room, don't bother me."

"What are you doing?" Zahfran asked while glancing at the wife's laptop.

"I'm still designing a dress for Mr. Willy's family."

"He again? The one who was being rude to you this afternoon?"

"That's not Mr. Willy, that's his only son."

"Have you been so insolent, what else is your dear father?"

"Mas already yes, let me concentrate on working."

"But his son said he'd cancel your order from your boutique."

"No... Mr. Willy called me, he apologized for the incident this afternoon, and then Mr. Willy won't send his son again to meet."

Zahfran was speechless, but whatever, the important thing is that now he has managed to reclaim the Shafiah faith, that is his main goal. Several times Zahfran kissed his wife's cheek.

"Stop it.." Shafiah kept her face away from her husband's face.

Shortly after, Shafiah's cell phone rang. "Krieing.kriing.."

Zahfran and Shafiah glanced at the phone on the table, with my son's name on the screen. "Dear Abiyu VC, let me pick it up."

"I'm a mas" said Shafiah then she shifted the green icone on her phone. "Hey...Assalamualikum son." Say the Shafiah greeting while waving his hand in front of the camera.

"Vaalaikumsalam.. Mother again what?"

"Mother design of the clothes dear."

"Many orders?" Ask Abiyu.

"Alhamdulillah.."

Abiyu still felt annoyed at his father, but what can be done, a child must also miss his father, "Dad where bun?" Abiyu asked a little doubtfully.

"Dad here son.." Zahfran said while seizing his phone he gave the best smile for his son, although Abiyu still prestige to throw a smile at his father.

"How are you doing, son?" Ask Zahfran.

"Good dad." Flat talk.

"How's school?"

Abiyu nodded. "Surfing.." He glanced at Shafiah's face, still looking annoyed from the look on his face. "Mother..why?" Ask Abiyu curiously.

Zahfran looked back at the face of Shafiah. "Honey.be biased in front of Abiyu, don't show a sad face." Pinta Zahfran tried to cover everything.

Shafiah tried to smile in front of her son. "Mother is okay, dear." He said with a smile.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Zahfran embraced Shafiah from the side and rained Shafiah kisses repeatedly on his cheeks, the owner could not do anything because his son was looking at them. Shafiah also gave a forced smile in front of Abiyu.

"I think you are sad again with your father" said Abiyu.

"Don't do it, baby.." Zahfran continued to embrace Shafiah from the side.

"Mother.my school next month has been sorted out, I want to continue school in Jakarta aja bun."

"Why indeed?"

"I want to live in Jakarta again bun, mother and father spend a lot of time in Jakarta, I also want to live there with you guys."

Immediately Shafiah's tears trickled down before Abiyu. "Mother ko nangis?"

"Sorry mother dear, mother can not be a good parent for you, mother has abandoned you son. Sorry.." The tears of Shafiah are flowing.

"Mother. don't cry bun, Abiyu understand why you spend a lot of time there. Not that Abiyu was complaining either." Abiyu's words tried to ease Shafiah's cries.

Zahfran saw the Shafiah crying directly carrying him into his arms. "Forgive me dear, make you and Abiyu live separately. I'm sorry." Zahfran tightened his embrace.

After a while, Perlaha Zahfran let go of his embrace and wiped away the tears that drenched his wife's cheeks.

Seeing her father's romantic attitude towards her Mother, Abiyu made a happy smile. "Abiyu can't wait to see you guys."

"Good bun." Saut Abiyu with a smile full of happiness.

"Yes, you sleep, it's night."

Abiyu nodded. "Good mother. Assalamualikum."

"Getishalam." Saut Zahfran da Shafiah.

Zahfran again cupped the two cheeks of Shafiah with his hands. "Don't nagis again, baby, forgive me my attitude all this time."

"Do not repeat again mas." pinta Shafiah with a very soft voice.

"Please promise, and don't ever say divorce again. huh?"

Shafiah. "All right."

Zahfran happiness at this time can not be engraved again with words, he regained the heart of his beloved wife, and Abiyu has given a good response to him.

A week passed.

As per his promise with Abiyu, he completed the design owned by Mr. Willy, Shafiah and Zahfran returned to Sydney to take care of the transfer of Abiyu school to Jakarta.

But not with Herlambang. He is still living in Surabaya because Zahfran's work has not been completed, so it was Mr. Herlambang who replaced his son's unfinished project.

Mr. Herlambang has never felt lonely living in Surabaya because he has now started to get along with his twin grandchildren, He often takes his twin grandchildren for a walk, toy shopping, toy shopping,there are still many things that they often do together, of course, with the permission of Azky.

His feelings are calmer now, he no longer wants to interfere in the family affairs of his children, his mistakes first, enough to be a lesson for him at this time.

Malique Residence.

Every time he came home from work early, Herlambang father always used the time with his grandchildren as it is today, he came to the house of the Goddess to meet his twin grandchildren.

"Toks.toks.. Assalamualikum." Say hello Mr. Herlambang in front of the door of the house of the Goddess.

"Waalaikumsalam.wait a minute." Saut Goddess from inside, she ran small towards the main door.

"Juliet... Mr. Herlambang.. Enter sir" Decide on the Goddess while opening the door of her house wide.

Mr. Herlambang went inside and sat on the living room sofa. "Where are my grandchildren?" Ask Mr. Helambang after sitting down.

"Is it inside, shall I call you?"

"Yes, I want to take them to the mall." Saut sir Herlambang with a smile.

"Wait a minute sir, I'll call them first."

"All right."

While Dewi called the twins, Pak Herlambang got a phone call from someone.he grabbed his phone in a suit. "French..? Tumbens." He said while sliding green icone.

"Hallo mas's.." Frans said there.

"Yes.What's up Frans?" Ask Mr. Herlambang.

Shortly after that Aisyah and Asiyah ran over to Mr. Herlambang while shouting. "Grandfather..grandfather..."

"Mas, whose voice is that?" Ask Frans in amazement.

"That's the voice of my grandson Frans, my twin grandson." Saut sir Herlambang with great pride.

"Grandson?"

"Yes, my grandson, from Zahfran's second wife."

"You mean Azky? Azky had a child with Zahfran?"

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