The End of the Waiting

Strange Signals

After dinner with his parents. Amara chose to go back to the room and rest. The growing gestational age makes his body easily tired if he sits too long.

Raisa walks into her daughter's room with a glass of warm milk and vitamins. Sit on the sofa room with lips that are both locked tightly.

“Bby mom tanya?”

Amara who was daydreaming did not hear the words of her mother at all. Until a while Raisa waited, finally the middle-aged woman's hand outstretched patting her daughter's shoulder softly in shock.

“What's up, Mom?” amara asked with a faint smile.

“Come to home already husband permission?”

Amara looked silent. Her mother's question was hard to answer.

“Know the law of a wife who goes without her husband's permission?”

Back Raisa's voice made Amara slapped. Although Akram himself drove her away, Amara did not ask questions or just listen to her husband.

“Mas Akram who drove me, Mom,” replied Amara slowly.

“If there is indeed a problem solve with a cold head. Don't dodge, let alone escape the problem.”

“Complicated. I myself am confused which one I should trust.”

Raisa touched her daughter's shoulder and massaged her gently. That's all you can do to reduce the uncomfortable feeling that comes.

“In households, conflict is natural, Mara. Severe or moderate problems depend on how we react to them. Trivial things can be big when one or both of them avoid each other. I don't want to know your problem, which I'm sure you just ask not to drag on.”

“Iya, Mum.”

Waking up in the middle of the night, Amara felt a warm embrace coiling up on her stomach. In the darkness of the room, Amara was convinced that it was her husband. Who else would dare to go into his room other than the husband.

Slowly Amara removed the heavy hand from her body, and carefully climbed out of the bed.

After completing the activities in the bathroom, Amara found the room lights on. Akram sat with his head leaning against the head of the bed while looking at him unblinkingly.

“It's already night. Sleep, Mas.” Amara doesn't want to prolong the problem. It's still midnight anyway if you have to argue.

“Do not like this, Mara.”

“Then what should I do, Mas? I should how? My pregnancy was difficult. Then I heard the fact that my husband made mistakes in the past until the birth of a child. You think this isn't hard for me?”

“I'm sure between me and Ziva nothing happened.”

“Yakin? You just didn't realize you were fucking her.”

Akram shook his head slowly. “No statement that I fucked her, Mara. I woke up in a plain body state, not that I had fucked her.”

“Not reasonable, Mas.” Amara shakes. “You're in the ladies room with a plain body. What have you guys done? That point! A man and a woman are in one room, although you are not aware, has not your innocent body explained everything?”

“Sometimes the mind is not always right, Mara. You can guess, interpret or whatever it is. But sometimes reality can be beyond your head.”

“Already. There's no point in talking to you, man. Tired me.”

Amara pulled the blanket and went back to sleep on her husband's back.

“Do not touch!” he said full of warning as Akram's hand rubbed his shoulders gently.

Despite being rejected, Akram hugged his wife tightly. However, it certainly does not hurt the content.

The man stuck his head on his wife's back while whispering an apology repeatedly.

In fact, Akram has been doing DNA testing with Ibra for a long time. Their blood types are the same. However, when Akram urges Zivanna about the incident, it is only an apology that the woman repeatedly says, as if something has been done wrong.

Zivanna chose silence and made everyone who knew speculate that she was indeed the father of Ibra.

To Be Continue ....