The End of the Waiting

Stupid Decision

The check the man gave was big enough to repair his car. However, Amara did not take it because everything was already borne by the company.

Amara decided to donate the money given by the man to three orphanages in Surabaya. Simply he appreciated the man's good intentions and earnestness.

“Your eyes look cute, obviously you lack sleep,” said Raisa who noticed her daughter.

“Iya, Mom. Some days can not sleep well,” replied Amara honestly.

“What problems are there?” tanya Adnan also turned his head and noticed the eyes of the child who had a black circumference under his eyes. “If there is a problem, do not save yourself. You can tell me about mom or dad.”

“No meaningful problems. Everything is fine.”

After breakfast, Amara left first to go to the office. Because later in the afternoon he had to meet with several construction companies that had been appointed by the planning director and technical director.

Arriving at Amara's office immediately asked Naura to make black coffee, as an encouragement for her morning.

Bruk!

Amara's hand nudged the bag next to her until it fell and the contents scattered. He immediately lowered his head and cleaned up the contents lazily.

His hand was glued when a man's business card that was interfering with his mind was lying next to his bag.

“Hanif Akram Arsalan, such a meaningful name,” murmured slowly, reinserting all its contents.

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After the meeting Amara immediately out of the office, he intended to eat lunch because of the break he actually fell asleep on the sofa of his study.

Amara answered politely the greeting that was thrown for her. His feet continued to step out of the tall building and chose to walk towards the row of food courts not far from there.

It only takes ten minutes to walk.

Finished eating the food he was shocked and turned his head when he heard the commotion and the sound of a woman's roaring cry.

His eyes were fixed on the commotion that was there. Amara immediately got up and got closer, seeing some people just watching and recording without even going through it.

“Pak! You can't do violence to women.” Amara came forward and shouted loudly as the middle-aged man was about to land a punch on a woman holding a baby.

“Whatever the mistake you can't beat up a woman like that, Sir.” Not that he wanted to interfere in other people's affairs, but his heart was moved when he heard the sound of baby cries roaring as if he knew that his mother was injured.

Many recorded and made the incident a spectacle, but none of them wanted to help.

As a fellow woman, Amara was empathetic because to her knowledge, whatever her faults should be spoken of carefully without violence.

Moreover, the woman was holding an innocent baby.

“Know what you are, huh! No need to interfere in our household affairs,” snapped the man dragging the woman sitting on the floor.

“I'll report you to the police on charges of violence. There are many witnesses here,” threatened Amara raised his phone.

Brak!

The man kicked the table, making some people yell and move away in fear.

“Badness!” The man approached Amara with his eyes reddened with emotion. “Go or you will know the consequences.”

Amara still shook her head firmly, making the man's emotions re-ignite. His hand was raised intending to hurt Amara, but someone held back the fist and threw it violently.

“Do not use violence to women, Sir!

Amara looked over to see who was helping her. Instantly the gazes of the two met and a smile rose on the lips of the two.

“Do not interfere!” his screams were intent on hitting the man, but their strength was balanced.

Not long ago, two police officers approached and arrested the middle-aged man, who did not know who reported it. The woman carrying the baby screamed for protection at police and said her husband wanted to kill her.

One policeman took the man with his handcuffed hands, and another policeman took the woman.

As he passed by the woman smiled as she thanked him even without a sound.

The atmosphere there finally broke. Amara turned her head as the handsome man asked about his condition which he answered was fine. Right now, his heart is not okay. Amara longed to say it, but her cheeks were already blushing first.

“Astaghfirullah,” murmured slowly, touching his increasingly hard-pounding chest.

To Be Continue ....