
The present. Sharmila feels guilty for her son because he has not explained about his biological father.
The men in the photos of their room were just fathers on paper. His kind friend. Even though he said rude and grunt but he was kind.
Very caring for friendship and brotherhood. Loyal and generous, "if you were given the chance
to be together, I'll give myself completely as to which good wife." Inner sad.
"Mother's is father's day. We are obliged to appreciate his photographs, poems, or paintings." Mamma. Which Mom thinks is good.?' Ask her mother.
The woman only smiled faintly at the expression on the child's face.
" Said Master, it's even better if Papa comes." Arsy said with his head down.
Sharmila was stunned to see the expression on the son's face. She wore the red brunette and peppered repeatedly.
" I'm sorry Mama. Dear." His whisper held back his tears from dripping down his cheek. His heart was touched by the child.
"He really needs a father" he said. The silence of the night added a sense of emotion to both. Somewhere else.
"So you've found a clue where the daughter-in-law is ?" The man asked.
"..................."
" He went with his son ?". A middle-aged man was sitting at his desk squeezing the paper in his hand.
"…................"
" He works at Hotel xxx. As a receptionist ?
"......................."
" He also still has the part-time effort of leaving peyek and handicrafts ?" He muttered to himself.
The man was a craftsman from Al Fattah Hussain. Wood carving entrepreneurs from Bali.
He sent his son to Java to attend college. But the boy never came back. The only ones who came home were his body and his files.
His son was accompanied by the local police and the owner of a rented house.
Reportedly he married and the wife did not participate because the age of his son was still a toddler.
He had read his son's diary. Tells about his journey in the land of Java.
Books he took with him for the rest of his life. The police and him know that.
There he read that he had married his girlfriend who had been hurt by her lover.
And explain the details about her. His son died in a traffic accident after returning from the office.
His son lived a simple life since adolescence. And he continued until college.
His son has two female companions, they are Sharmila and Rafaela. Girls of Acehnese and Medan ethnic blood.
His loved ones are those from Aceh who look beautiful but have bad luck.
Tricked by a man who loves him. The woman was plain and simple and obedient to worship.
Because of love he forgets about everything, his norms and religion.
He only wanted to carry out the mandate of the son who wanted to take care of the two of them.
His wife was alone in Java without her relatives especially Rafaela had returned to Medan.
Armed only with an old photo he searches for the whereabouts of his son-in-law and granddaughter.
He is not the son of Anwar Hussain.
Moreover, now he is not possible to have a successor because the son died while his daughter is suffering from disorders in her womb.
That is why she divorced her husband. The man was sad to have the bad luck of his children.
He is not heartbroken to find Anwar who is so happy with his wife even though he takes care of her like a brother.
He thought he would adopt the woman to be his daughter and his son would be his successor.
That was the man's only thought. Bryant Cassano caught a glimpse of Sharmila standing in front talking to hotel guests.
That smile came. She's sealed up like that and she looks beautiful. Moreover.. Once again his dirty thoughts crossed his brain.
And here he is. Al Fattah Hussain stood looking straight at the son-in-law. He had a hotel reservation at his daughter-in-law's place of work.
"May I speak with Miss Sharmila Al Hussain ?" Ask again.
And the woman just smiled.
They sat together on the hotel lobby sofa.
"My name is Al Fattah Hussain. Maybe you've heard my name ?" He asked again, cupping his hands in his lap.
"Al Fattah Hussain" For a moment Sharmila muttered softly. His eyes widened to look at the middle-aged man.
"Dad.." Sharmila.
"Dad Anwar. That's right." Answer with a smile.
"Anwar wrote all about you and also" He said he had not finished his sentence.
"I'm sorry Dad. Because of me he's delayed and ends up on.." Sharmila lowered her head and tried to hold back her tears.
"I knew. My daughter-in-law. Go home with Dad. We live with our mother and sister. They already know about you." Persuaded it.
"Dad don't hate me ?" Her question was stammered unconsciously her tears were dripping.
"You're our daughter, even if you're unlucky. But you're a good girl." He said as he grabbed his hand. Sharmila cried silently her body shook violently considering Anwar Hussain.
The interaction between them was closely observed by Bryant Cassano. The man stared from far away at him.
"There was.. Something Dad. He knows where Arsys is. And wants to demand his right. Dad I have to how ?" Ask again with a stumble.
"He has DNA evidence. And intend to take Arsy from me Dad." Sharmila.
"Sharmila ?" Bryant Cassano was uncomfortable so he approached them.
"Sir Bryant." Respectfully. The two of them stood up to give each other a salute.
"I'm Sharmila's father-in-law. We haven't seen each other in a long time. So he was moved.": Al Fattah Hussain said.
" ah. So. I am the leader of Sharmila. CEO of this hotel." He said with a smile. They sit together.
"Regarding that Dad will be looking for an expensive lawyer here. I can pay for it." Al Fattah Hussain.
"Lawyer ? Is there a legal problem ?" Sela Bryant Cassano's.
" Someone wants to sue me. Claiming my son as his son. I'm just a widow."
" Just want to be with my son and my family. Her... Fuck ! It hurt people's hearts then.." Sharmila gaping her sentence interjected with Bryant Cassano.
"I understand. My best friend is a lawyer. He has an appointment to meet me. You can count on the ability to calm the case." Sela Bryant's.
"That's it !" He cried when he saw a well-dressed man enter with a suitcase.
The guy is as charming as Bryant Cassano. Handsome and charismatic in that black suit.
"He's like an overseas person." Al Fattah Hussain.
"He's the greatest graduate of the University. And the flight hours are international. It's just a small case."
" I'm sure we'll win the trial if we have a lawyer like him." Said enthusiastic.
The man gave the hand code. And he's deflecting the way. Towards them.