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The happiness and suffering of two families

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The atmosphere of a magnificent house is not always beautiful, only crowded because of the many servants and housekeepers. The grief that occurred a few days ago can not be forgotten by a mother. Sitting alone in the pool of his house, is something that is always done after returning from the hospital. The picture immediately appeared in his head, whatever he remembered.

"Why did it have to happen, I lost my son." He said it out of his mouth and was carried away by the wind without anyone being able to hear it afterwards.

A lump of blood coming out of her womb, carrying all her spirit. The son of the anticipated love is gone.

"Mother?" Barrel approached, had tried several times to cheer up but also could not make a mother smile.

"Have you eaten?" The one asked only answered with a sledgehammer.

Kinara is also his son, but he is selfish. And speculated that Kinara's birth was not due to a love affair. But because of compulsion, so never give affection.

"Mom, aren't I still here? Even though I wasn't born from a mother's womb, just think of me as a mother's biological child."

"Mom knows, but it's still different."

"Mom, do I need to call Brother Kinara here? At least it can cheer up mom."

"no need. He has forgotten his mother. Mother was evil to him. If she comes, I feel more guilty. Every time I see it, a shadow of hate appears." Deg. Laras was stunned, a mother should not apply so to her child.

Laras would rather go than have to persuade him. Again he still felt annoyed, hearing a little words made him also feel pain if there was in the position of his stepbrother.

"He loves me not really? Just like that to his biological son!" Keep grumbling when you enter the house. His steps came to a halt, when he saw the father sitting on the sofa alone. Daydreaming, the same thing as her stepmother did.

"Dad?" Step closer, and sit right next to him.

"Is the suffering not gone? Isn't there still me here?"

"By the way, I only think about your mother." He sighed. "When do you want to keep doing this?"

"If you asked me that, wouldn't the answer remain the same? I don't know either. If father as her husband doesn't understand, what about me? I'm just dad's stepson."

"Dad knows, Namira thinks that dad blames her. He keeps apologizing to me."

Perhaps, the fear that is now in a wife appears. Disappointment that is on him, but also the fear of having made a husband disappointed. Thinking that can't keep the content.

"Why do mothers always be indifferent to their own children? It's only right if Brother Kinara leaves this house. Is sister Kinara not the mother's biological child? The proof is mom looks normal when she's gone."

"By the way, watch your talk."

"Dad, you know that if I was in his position I would do the same." Barrel changed his sitting position to be the most comfortable for him. "If this keeps up, I don't feel at home to stay here, either. There is no more comfort and warmth. I myself feel guilty for Brother Kinara, mother is better for me than her own son."

"Laras, stop. I'll think of a way to solve this problem. I'll set the time, we go on vacation."

Batin Laras who continues to mengedumel himself, even though there have been some opinions that he said. But that wasn't all, including slowly starting to doubt her stepmother. She was also a child, a thirsty mother, and it was in this house that she was able to get it all. That smile had often come since his father got married. There were so many questions he wanted to ask about the past of what his stepmother had experienced.

"Mother also said, every time you see Brother Kinara even the one who has hatred appears." Deg. A father's heart was moved to hear that. Why can you tell Laras? He speculated that his wife was in a state of grief, but should not say so to Laras.

"Mom told you that?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Come in your room."

"Dad? Wait." Wait." Pull his father's hand and stand up. "Where is Dad going?" He snorted, disappointed not at the loss of his future son, but rather at the nature of his current wife.

"Dad sit down first, I know you'll definitely scold mom, right? Because mom said that? But there's something I really want to ask you."

The barrel that wins a father's heart, he who is close to his father is able to muffle emotions. And vice versa, whatever the question of his son is always answered. But I don't know about this.

"Did you know Namira's mother when she was married to her husband?" His father turned his head, his face turning instantly red.

"Calm down, you should have told me about this." Slipping his father's arm, to be kept away from emotions.

"Dad's known her, even since your father and mother were married. So is she."

"Huh?" Shocked, and his father replied with a nod.

"You want to know the answer, right? So I hope you don't think too far."

"All right dad."

"When your mother died, I met her again. Then we had a relationship, we could say we had cheated. And, she told me about her household matters. Father's heart feels pity, and is ready to marry him if he is ready to divorce, take the place of your mother." Laras looked down, not expecting his father to have committed this kind of crime. It could be said that his father also damaged the household of others.

"After they divorced, my father got married. And apparently, she loves you too. That's proof that you didn't choose a wife."

"But yeah, why don't you love Brother Kinara? Own child?"

"That's why I don't know. Never mind, go in your room." This time Laras no longer held back his father's footsteps. Until his father turned and turned.

"Where did you meet your mother?"

The barrel pointed outwards.

"By the pool." The footsteps grew further away, and he also went away from the originally warm room. Heading to his own room, enjoying the music that flows beautifully.

At the poolside spoken by Laras, his father looked for the figure of his wife. But there was no one there, not even the house servants. Nothing, everything looks clean, which means a few minutes ago those who are working are done with the task.

"Did you see my wife?" Ask one of the servants who happened to pass by.

"No sir. Maybe they went inside. It was here." Asraf, he's a pretty strict guy. His personality is good, there is only one crime he committed. Yeah that, snatch someone else's wife. But be responsible for marrying her legally.

This time, it's headed for the room. Which is believed if his wife must be there. When the door opened, a woman stood facing the window. He looked back and looked back when he knew who had entered.

Warm blanket neatly arranged on the bed, Asraf as her husband smiled wryly at that. Why a blanket? Yes, because before it was a place for them to seek warmth at night. In contrast to now, the grieving event completely changed everything. Namira, he's more silent. And only say if you say sorry. I don't know what he did, so he said a hundred times apologies.

"Darling?" He's still quiet. "Mira?" Take another glimpse.

"Will you if I take you on vacation?"

"No need to mas. Everything that was said by Baras was true. I'm a bad mother."

"What did you say?"

"Heh, I heard you talking earlier." His steps immediately stopped. It is true that they are talking about it, but only about reality, there is no element of ugliness.

"You don't misunderstand me. Baras was immature to think about it, he could only speculate and think about what he saw and heard. He also doesn't know what your problem is, your problem is in the past?"

The sturdy hand directly touched his shoulder, turning his wife's body back. A much different appearance than usual. There was not a single make up on that pale face. The hair that was broken from the origin, even more neat appearance of the maid in her home.

"I'm sorry, if you're offended about that. But believe me, Laras doesn't hate you."

"No, he deserves to hate me."

"I've been trying to set things back as they were. Isn't the matter of losing a child in the womb has often been experienced by a mother? If you keep doing this, I'm confused what to do. You're innocent, but this way I'm going awry."

"Mas!"

"Should have been, you could have gotten your spirit back because of me, but it didn't seem like it. I'm just a statue here, a display every day, and a bolster while you sleep. The rest, I have no privileges. Think on it, I'm leaving." Not waiting for his wife to open her voice. Striking footsteps rang out along with the loud sound of door slamming.

Trials began to come, quarrels that should have been avoided but instead ignited even greater. A patient heart is lost in a matter of days. Waiting for someone who is grieving, including himself. Confess that it is not considered, and it is true.

"Laras, come with dad. We're getting out of here?"

"Dad?" He gasped, jumping out of bed almost toppled over from his shock.

"Are we not going on vacation? Did you set the time?"

"Detach your clothes!" Go and wait under the stairs. The barrel scratches the head, not because of itching but confused. He pulled the suitcase under his bed.

The barrel that dragged the suitcase down looked confused, from his eyes did not see his mother there. Only his father stood alone with a large bag.

"You brought a lot of clothes, so much better."

"Where are we going on vacation? What's old dad? Then how will my school be?"

"We're going to Hang Tuah." Deg. The barrel stopped, as soon as his father turned he fell silent.

"I mean dad?"

"We're going home!" Continuing to step, Laras still remained silent. The next moment came to a realization, when his father had already disappeared behind the door. Really stepped out of the house.

"Dad, wait."

"Sorry miss, are you going?" I can no longer answer, I can't.

"Bi, please bring my suitcase." Laras left his suitcase and ran after his father out.

"Dad, so how's Namira's mother?" After arriving in front of the car.

"Let him be alone first, I feel so much better." Laras can only wait until the waiter who brought his suitcase arrives.

Elsewhere, there was unexpected excitement coming. Those who are hearing the happy news, only their families have the right to know. But all the residents of the house. Super-tight care has begun, this briefing has begun. The servants and guards gathered. Line up neatly with your head down. While honoring the big master at home.

"I want, no term my wife walks into the kitchen to pick up something. One servant I will choose to stand guard at the door of the room when I go to the office." They nodded obediently.

"Darling, isn't this an exaggeration?" The one who was treated like a queen even felt very uneasy. Even this was already beyond the wife of a king.

"Be quiet, this is all for the sake of our future son." So much hope to have a child, and finally all the waiting for several months was present.

"If my wife wants something, tell me right away. All right, you guys can disperse now." One by one walk backwards, with seconds of silence. The room became empty, and only left a couple who were engulfed in happiness from this moment. Ah no, they seem to be happy, but now it feels so complete. With the same hope.

"We'd better let Kinara know soon." Hand in hand and left the room, turning into their own room.

The tense atmosphere was gone, all the servants could already breathe a sigh of relief. Someone was standing in the corner of the room while stroking the chest. Saying a lot of gratitude, they were also happy when they heard the mistress of this house was pregnant.

"It would be beautiful if it were a girl."

"You don't talk too loud, how about a boy?"

"Definitely handsome. You see, sir Husein? He just looks young."

"If the madam hears, she'll think you want to take her husband." They fell silent and left the place where they were standing, when they heard the familiar sound of footsteps. The person who is the subject of conversation will pass.

"Will Kinara not be disappointed to hear this?"

"He will take it."

"Well, I'll tell him right now." The husband and father of Kinara nodded.

The two of them were already lying in a place of mutual sight and maybe what would happen next was a warm night for this married couple.

"Remember the doctor said, his movements must be slowed down." Following the sound of crisp laughter. A blanket drawn only to the chest covers each part of their body. Whether it was wrapped in cloth or not, ah for them also no problem.

Intan, he's already started looking for Kinara's number. Typing something and deleting it again.

"Hasn't she been sleeping at this hour?"

"Try it, the proof is that he also asked for money when it was one night."

"Haha, really? Your son is so beautiful, I love him."

"It must be, she needs the love of a mother like you."

"Stop, don't continue. I know for a fact the end will be compared to your ex-wife." A warm kiss immediately landed on his lips, cheeks and forehead. He smiled, it was clear which wife did not like to be treated that way.

"Try it, I'm listening."

With the first cell phone, there was no answer. And secondly, it seemed that the one on the phone was also in a hurry to pick him up.

"Kinara, are you asleep?"

"Aunty? Not yet." But her voice looked heavy, it seemed like Kinara was lying about it.

"I'm sorry if Aunt bothers you these nights." After it was confirmed that Kinara was ready to hear, Intan took a slow breath. Glancing again at her husband, a nod was the code for the time she opened her mouth.

"Kinara, are you ready to have a sister?"

"Sister?" His tone was a little surprised.

"Yes. Are you ready?"

"If that's the way, I can take it."

"Aunty's pregnant."

"really?"

"You're not mad at Auntie, are you?"

And the chatter continued, Kinara replied with confidence in her heart. Intan closed her eyes perfectly when the phone call ended. But now, the ringing of the phone from her husband's phone rang loudly. He also opened his eyes, and started to fall asleep.

"Hallo?" His eyes flickered, his ears also focused on hearing. But still, it was vaguely unheard of who called her husband at night.

"What's? Wh why? How come?" Hang up the phone, maybe you already know why.

"Who's dear?"

"My guy called, he said Namira was left behind by her husband." Deg. As quickly as that negative thoughts immediately appear.

Is he worried about his ex-wife? The thought that this time was not calm, was much different from a few minutes ago. Eyes do not want to close, even though his body has been perfectly hugged. It was as if his warmth could not penetrate his mind. The marriage that started with this love, yes he really loves a Hussein. The fear now arises by itself, closing the tight spaces of the heart so that pain cannot enter.

Seriate..