The End of the Waiting

Promises

The next morning Amara acted as if nothing had happened last night. He exited the guest room before his in-laws came out and entered the main room.

“Mara!”

“Please don't say anything, Mas. Let me calm down.”

“Don't mind much, it could affect the condition of mother and baby. Please ... don't do anything that could harm you.”

Amara chuckled softly as she rubbed her husband's shoulder. “I'm not that shallow, Mas.”

Both of them walked to the dining room. There were Azizah and Ahmad Arsalan. Amara greeted them cheerfully as usual, her face showing no signs of their relationship being rocked by problems.

“Where are you going? Very neat,” said Azizah to pay attention to the appearance of the son-in-law.

“Mau to home mom ushered Mas Akram,” replied Amara made the husband suddenly turned his head. He was obviously surprised because he didn't say it.

“Ya. Stay there? Well lonely mama deh.”

Amara chuckled softly. “Two nights only, Ma.”

“After the miss has been treated. Promise to come back here again, yes.”

“This mom is all there is. Yes obviously Mara will go home where her husband is,” protest Akram.

“Iya-iya, just like that!”

After breakfast everyone leaves with their own activities.

Amara, who was in the car with her husband, did not appear to have a word to explain.

“I'm down by myself. Mas Akram immediately departed so as not to get stuck in traffic,” prevent Amara who saw the husband was about to go down.

“Mara.”

Amara. She took her husband's hand, kissed the back of his hand and said, “Be careful while driving. Don't daydream, Mas.” After saying his greetings, Amara came down and rushed into the house under the husband's sad gaze.

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“I met Mas Akram and his wife.” The notice caught the attention of Wahyu Nugroho who was having breakfast.

“You met him?”

Zivanna. “I accidentally met while in the hospital.”

Revelation seemed to sigh deeply and stop the breakfast. She looked at her sister deeply, figuring out what her sister really wanted.

Zivanna shook her head again. The look in his eyes revealed something secret that he was trying to hide.

“That asshole has stained you!” angry Revelation with clenched hands.

“That's enough, Mas. Don't keep blaming Mas Akram for what happened. This all wants me. I don't want to make Mas Akram feel guilty and guilty. Please respect my decision!” keukeh Zivanna turned her eyes. A drop of tears drenched her reddish cheeks.

“Stupid! If you love her, you can get her a long time ago.”

“Mas,” protest Zivanna with pleading gaze.

“Terden! Tomorrow I'm back in Jakarta, my work is done here.”

Zivanna just nodded. After finishing breakfast, Wahyu immediately left for the office when the assistant had arrived.

“Mother!” Ibra's figure appeared making Zivanna wipe her tears quickly. He immediately put on a bright smile.

“Why? Ibra done eating?” ask her cheerfully.

“What Ibra can see dad again?”

“If you are not busy and there is time, you can definitely meet. But Ibra can't ask for the same kind of father.”

“Why?”

“Daddy already has a wife and will have a baby. So we can't trouble dad anymore.”

“What's because dad has a new mom?”

Zivanna nodded slowly.

“Why new mom? There will be a mother,” Ibra said with teary eyes.

Zivanna just smiled and rubbed the tops of her son's head. Without answering again, because if continued the question will spread everywhere and increasingly endless. He himself would be dizzy thinking about the answer.

“Mother, why are you crying?” ibra asked, surprising Zivanna, who was daydreaming. He didn't even realize his tears were dripping.

“Mother remembers her father Ibra.” Zivanna smiled faintly.

“Ayah Akram?”

Zivanna shook her head with a slice.

“Then which father again, Bu?”

Zivanna. He turned his face and bowed his head to the pillow. Until the sound of a small stuffing full of wounds that sliced the heart.

To Be Continue ....