TEARS OF WAITING

AMP Season 2 Part 42 Many Questions

Many Questions

Nadia moved from her seat to hear a conversation that was not at all interesting to her. This sucks, who wants to be forced into marriage by someone else who has absolutely no kinship.

Moreover, Nadia felt funny with Fatimah's words that reminded Fauzan about his position and position as a stepchild in the family, as if to show if the man had to succumb to his brother, as if he had to give up on his brother, including giving up the woman he loves.

It shows the insolence of a person in doing something. Truly sincere it must still be done even though it has been decades, one should not bring up the good until the end of life.

“Sorry, excuse me for a moment, please continue your chat.” Nadia said while glancing at the rain that looked glum and seemed to hold sorrow in the depths of her eyes.

Fauzan glanced at Nadia as well and for a moment the gazes of their eyes met each other. Indeed the man did not deny his position, born as a child who has no mother and was forced to be raised with another family is not his desire, and he had been very grateful, in fact, well received and raised by Ima.

Therefore, he became a submissive child because he felt he was raised by parents who were not his biological mother.

“Iya, Bude. No need to remind that, I also know that I am not Mama's biological child.” Fauzan said as he stepped out following Nadia, then they sat in the hospital waiting room chair.

Fauzan certainly did not forget who he was because since childhood, often Imma reminded about who the mother and who he was, why he could be in the house then raised by him and Hadian. Moreover, his father also said the same thing, although the man never told him how the meeting between his parents first. Whenever Fauzan asked, Hadian would always answer if they met him and Fauzan's mother was in desperate need of help.

“Sorry, I've brought you in trouble like this, once again forgive me.” Fauzan said without looking at Nadia.

“Thank God you realize, then you have to take responsibility, I do not want to do what they want, I just want to go home,” Nadia said straightforwardly and flatly as usual.

“Ya. Comeing! I'll drive you home.” Fauzan moved from his seat and then stepped out of the hospital, followed by , the girl smiled happily because this time Fauzan would take her home to see her mother.

 

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How shocked Nadia was when Fauzan turned out to deliver her to the apartment that had just been prepared deliberately for her. This was not her wish, making the girl annoyed to realize that all the rich people were equally imposing a will on her.

While in the car, he fell asleep for a while and did not realize where the car was taking him home and he was woken up when it was late in the afternoon, again Fauzan made him fall asleep in his vehicle.

“I can't bear to wake you up earlier,” Fauzan replied as Nadia asked why he was left asleep in the car until the time of Ashar prayer was almost here.

“Come down!” fauzan said as he opened the door of the car driven by Jali.

“Do not want, I want to go home!” nadia said with a frown.

“Nona Nadia, this is also your home ... Mr. Zan purposely prepared this house for Miss, stay here until she recovers. Otherwise, at least stay here to bathe and eat, please, I know Miss hasn't had a shower and eaten since morning, yes, right?” jali said, softly from behind the wheel.

Jali seemed to know very well how to persuade Nadia to comply, when in fact she only wanted to calm her employer's heart.

Along the way, the middle-aged man continued to mark Fauzan who was sitting lazily beside Nadia. He should be happy because it can be a place to rest when his loved ones fall asleep on his shoulders.

However, due to the previous incident, making Fauzan tasteless, he even surly, given the request of Imma and Fatima to let Nadia belong to her brother.

Who is willing to give up a loved one to be owned by someone else?

There are some people who say that true love is when someone is able to give the person he loves is happy. Fauzan denies this because he feels he does not have an ocean-wide heart.

However, what happened between her and Nadia was different because Nadia did not want an arranged marriage with her brother. He also went awry, he could not let Nadia down, but also did not want to hurt his family.

Fauzan only hopes that the decision will be taken by Nadia later will not hurt both parties, either himself or the family that has raised him.

Finally here is where Nadia is now, she lives in a comfortable apartment, even Fauzan sedah almost meets all the standard needs of a woman everyday. Somehow the man could know some of the sensitive things women like pads were already available.

Fauzan understands Nadia's feelings, which may not be upset with her until she gives him freedom to himself. He just drove her to the front door and then, left again

After Nadia finished bathing and changed the clothes that the assistant had prepared in her room, she enjoyed having dinner together. The woman claimed that she had been responsible for taking care of and raising Fauzan all this time, since a small baby was brought to the big house by Hadian, his own father.

The two women talked about Fauzan. Sati passionately recounted the man's kindness, thankfully accepting the responsibility for keeping Fauzan up to this point.

“Do Aunties know why Mrs Zan's mother died?” nadia asked curiously.

“No, Non! Said Big Master, Den Zan's mother is sick, Big Master just helps the woman.”

“But, right, Mr Fauzan is his own son? It's so weird, isn't it, Bi?”

“I don't know Non, if that's the case, we the maids in the house can't know much about the employers. That's company secret.”

Nadia could only nod because she could not get information about the parents, Fauzan's real mother, from her nanny's aunt.

All the past about the family was not Nadia's business but, she was just curious and raised a lot of questions in her mind.

Is not the child born is the consequence of a relationship, is not usually a relationship between two people who will give birth to children, then, then, if she was only helping the woman how did the story go to give birth to Fauzan?

Then, even more surprisingly, the whole family just believed it, is really the influence of a Hadian so strong in his family?

Where is that guy? Is it so important for the company that when he hears his conscious son from his coma after months he does not come?

Nadia brushed aside the myriad of questions by shaking her head, as if the question could disappear from her brain if she shook her head.

“ What Non Nadia her employee And Zan? why call him Sir?” Sati asked after a while of silence, while the food on their plate was already exhausted.

Nadia shook her head again while chewing her food. The woman had already added her portion of the meal to twice. He was too hungry, from morning until the new afternoon when he ate food.

At noon this time in the hospital, Fatimah invited him to lunch, but after arriving in Arfan's treatment room, the woman did not invite him to eat, but instead talked about arranged marriage.

“I no longer work in the office of Mr. Zan a few months ago, yesterday we happened to meet and I was told to wait for his brother he is hospital, even though I want to go home, but I want to go home, I also don't know why I am brought here.”

Nadia was silent for a moment to pause her breath as she spoke, as well as she wanted to see the reaction the middle-aged woman showed with her story.

“Now, I am staying overnight if I want to go home, I also do not bring a change of clothes, Alhamdulillah here there are many change of clothes that I can borrow.”

“Oh,” Sati replied calmly, after which she finished the drink in her glass then, again said, “I think Miss Den Zan's future wife!”

“Uhuk!” Nadia choked on her food and immediately gulped water from her glass, then spoke again after her cough subsided. “Why Aunty says so?”

“Yes, you see, Den Zan has never been like this before as female, Non.”

“Masa? Said he was playing boy?”

“Who said that?”

“There, deh.”

Nadia could not talk about the disgrace of others or frankly if Mother Fauzan himself had said that Fauzan was a female player.

“Then, whose clothes am I wearing this, Bi?”

 

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