Tengil Tuan Tuan Presdir's

64. Where Are You

Habibie's shoulders went down very slowly. Smile disappeared. It wasn't Kiara, just someone who looked like her wife from behind. Where his wife went. "I'm sorry, Ma'am!"

The man turned around, he went back to every street corner, trying to find his wife, running around like a fool in the rain, not caring about the strange gazes of the people who passed him.

"Kiarahoooo!"

The man knelt down on the puddle of water, rubbing his face, the warm liquid melted from his eye fertilizers. Habibie surrender. "Where are you? Honey Home. I'm sorry, don't leave me."

If people say no too late, look at Habibie now, he is in so much pain because of his own actions. His dishonesty and indecision dragged the man into the abyss of destruction. Not that there was no chance, just that, could that person give him a chance? What kind of thing does Habibie have that could make Kiara come back to him? Does anyone?

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In the corner, another. A woman was walking on the shoulder of the road. He looked to the left right, afraid because the situation there was very quiet. Moreover, the rain was very heavy, he tried to keep walking even though his legs were already sore. His body shivered with cold.

"Babelle!" Kiara's two hands held a large gate that was located very far from the city. The area was completely secluded until Kiara almost gave up, her cash ran out to pay for a taxi, it was two hours she walked, it was, and the smile was on its back as he came to the front of a boarding school owned by his mother's sister.

"Babheeee!" Kiara shouted back. He took a stone, struck the iron gate with a stone in his hand. Actually, the boarding walls on both sides of the gate were lower, but the condition was pregnant, not allowing him to climb.

"Budheeeeeeee! ... Budhe~~!" The woman's voice sounded more subtle. "Budhe. This is Kiara Budhe, please Kiara."

Bruckk!

The woman fell unconscious. He lay down, until a moment later, the gate opened, a man with an umbrella in his hand appeared. It is like looking for people in any direction without looking down. However, just as he was about to close the gate again, his eyes widened.

"Astagfirullah ... Ma'am!" call the guy. As it was impossible to leave Kiara alone, she threw an umbrella in her hand and carried Kiara, bringing the woman into the boarding area.

" Ummi" call the man. "Ummi!"

He kept screaming waiting for the door to open.

"Astagfirullah Ustadz Risham. Why scream at midnight?"

Umm Rahma opened the door of her house. Wanting to go back to nagging, but not so because his eyes saw a woman with a sad look was in the sling of his youngest child.

"Oh Allah, Risham. She who?" The face that had previously been flushed suddenly turned deathly pale, he almost squealed as he put away the hair that covered the woman's face. "Yes Allah Risham is Ummi's nephew. Oh, my, Le!"

Umm Rahma pulls Risham's arm so that her son brings Kiara into the house. More precisely to the guest room. "Lay it here! You change clothes quickly, you catch a cold. Please call Kiyai. Tell me not to come home too early!"

"Good Ummi!" answer Risyam slowly. He glanced at Kiara briefly before exiting the room. Seeing that Umminya was so worried, Risyam was sure that Kiara was not a bad person. Although indeed her clothes still do not reflect who she is, but Risyam is sure Kiara is not a woman of the night or the like.

Umm Rahma knocked on the door of her second child's room, asking for help to borrow clothes because Umm Rahma's clothes would definitely be too big for Kiara.

"Ummi nyari what?" ask Ayesha. She was confused because her mother suddenly came in, opened her wardrobe and took some clothes.

"Ummi borrow first. There's Ummi's nephew coming, he seems exhausted. Help Ummi first, yuk. Get me some eucalyptus oil."

Ayesha who suddenly woke up was still loading, but she still took the eucalyptus oil that her mother wanted.

Ayesha was stunned in front of the door after closing and locking it. He looked at the woman deeply, very beautiful, but why on his feet a lot of wounds, the figure that was still lying was also very white skin, the body goals he wanted were on Kiara.

"Ummy. This who?" tanya Ayesha was stunned to see Kiara's beauty.

"Your sire. Now help Ummi change his clothes first. Or you dry her hair."

"Okay, Ummi."

15 minutes later, they had just finished changing clothes and also moved Kiara to the other side of the bed that was not wet. "Son! Get me the bag, please take out the bag, afraid it's wet with rain."

"Yes, Ummi."

"Mother ... Mother, Mother where ...."

"Near!" call Umm Rahma. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket up, also rubbing Kiara's hand so that she could feel warmer.

"This is Budhe, honey. Wake up Nduk."

Kiara's eyelids opened slowly, the woman was silent for a while, trying to restore her memories that had been lost for a while.

"Babelle!" call Kiara in a very soft voice. "This is Kiara Budhe, this is Kiara." The woman suddenly cried, she sat down, hugged Umm Rahma, held her tightly. Ummi Rahma's face was not too similar to her mother's, but now, Kiara felt this was enough rather than nothing.

"Budhe .. please Kiara Budhe. Kiara doesn't know where else to go. Everyone doesn't want Kiara anymore. They don't need Kiara, they're happy. Kiara doesn't have anyone else, don't drive Kiara out of here."

The woman sobbed in the arms of the woman who inexplicably came crying feeling Kiara's body tremble. Likewise with Ayesha, her tears suddenly fell when she did not ask.

"What's up, Nduk. Who made you feel like you? Who says you have no one. There's Budhe, Pakdhe, we're all there for you."

Kiara is even sobbing. She regretted never listening to her mother. If Kiara had been a submissive child and lived with Budhe Rahma instead of her father, this might not have happened.

"Kiara's wedding is ruined, Budhe. It's not Kiara's fault, Kiara has tried to make it the best, but Kiara remains meaningless ... Kiara was always wrong in their eyes. There is always another figure who can surpass Kiara ... Kiara's not wrong Budhe, why they have the same Kiara."

"Shuttt! No papa, son. There's Budhe here."

A gentle swab Umm Rahma gave to Kiara's head and back. Somehow that woman stopped crying, but it seems that Kiara has not been able to stop her crying.

"Kiara doesn't want to go home, Budhe ... Kiara wants to stay here with Budhe. Kiara's afraid they'll take Kiara's baby." His current fear centered on the fetus that was in the womb, he was so afraid Habibie knew and took the child away from him.

"You pregnant?" asked Budhe Rahma while pushing Kiara's arm.

The woman nodded faintly. Yes, she was pregnant but the father of the fetus she was carrying never wanted their existence. What's he supposed to be now? Going back? Asking for responsibility? ... Kiara would never do that.

"Your husband knows not?"