The End of the Waiting

Just Want You

For almost two weeks Amara rarely met with Akram. The busyness of the man made him have to leave early in the morning and go home when Amara was asleep.

This morning Akram is not going to the office. Time has shown at eight, but he is still at home in the gym.

“Lho Mara, I see Akram's car is still in the garage. He's not at the office?” ask Azizah who just got home.

“It's not, Mom. Mas Akram is still in the gym,” says Amara.

“Mommy already got the queue number. This is probably a little unfortunate, at most one or two hours.”

“Nothing, Mom. I can ask for a driver later. Mom rest only.”

“Later mother interracial. Now let me sleep first, yeah. His eyes are not able to stand it,” said Azizah while rubbing her sore eyes.

“There's a problem, Mom?”

“Bias. His name is also a hospital, it's a matter of all. If it is not problematic it is impossible to come to the hospital,” Azizah replied with a slow laugh.

After the departure of her in-laws, Amara immediately headed to the dinner table for breakfast. Although his relationship with Akram has improved, but does not make the ice in his heart melt just like that. Before there was concrete evidence stating that Ibra was really not the son of Akram.

Although their relationship was not as close as before, Amara still did her duty to serve her husband.

After Amara had breakfast, Akram came with a stingy breath. His body seemed to be soaked by traces of sweat.

“You have breakfast now, Mas?”

“Later. Pregnant milk already drunk?”

“Already. You're not at the office?”

”Entertainment. There are other more important affairs.”

Amara turned her head and stared intensely at her husband. “Can know what it is, Mas?”

“Look at it later. You'll come along. Check the content.”

Amara chose to nod despite the astonishment. What business involves him?

The sun began to rise into the contest as Akram's car arrived at the hospital.

“Mas, the schedule will be a bit unfortunate. It's still too early,” said Amara puzzled.

“Come down, Honey. I'll explain.”

Both entered the hospital. However, Akram steps are not directed towards poly content. Although tanya croaked in the head, she still chose silence until finally arrived at the poly child. His forehead is getting deeper.

Poly boy? Don't-don't ....

Amara shakes her head not wanting to be bad first.

Amara stopped her footsteps. “Mas?”

“Why? Tired up? Sit down then. Arrive soon. It's in the room down there.” Point Akram.

The two walked back slowly and arrived in front of the intended room. Akram pushed the door, said his greetings and clasped his hand to enter.

Amara's eyeballs widened perfectly when looking at the scene in front of the eyes.

Ibra ... the child was lying on the sickle bed with various aids attached to the body. His face was pale with dry lips clearly visible. Beside him was Zivanna and Wahyu Nugroho staring softly.

“Mas, Ma'am. Please sit down,” he said in a hoarse voice.

Akram did not take off his hand. He took Amara to sit on the sofa in the corner of the room.

Zivanna and Revelation approached and sat in front of the couple.

Amara is like a fool who knows nothing. He had no idea what had happened. Wanting to ask was thrown, but he did not until the heart made a commotion because it could not control itself.

“I'm sorry, Mas Akram, Ma'am Amara,” said Zivanna made Amara lift her face.

“Sorry if because of me your relationship is falling apart. I didn't mean to do it at all.” Zivanna sobbing softly.

“What really happened, Ma'am?” ask Amara slowly.

“If my silence makes people's perception as if justifying if Ibra is the son of Mas Akram. That's not true at all, ma'am. Ibra is not Mas Akram's son and has nothing to do with him.”

Amara's chest was pounding. Did ya? Why suddenly want to confess if all this time Akram said that Zivanna always chose to silence.

“Then how, sorry, Mas Akram can be in your room in a plain state without clothes?” ask Amara curiously.

“That's all, Ma'am. He wanted to throw that mistake at Mas Akram. Intentionally setting him up so that no one would suspect him. During this time Mas Akram is known to be the most quiet among his friends, maybe he thinks if Mas Akram will believe it just like that,” explained Zivanna with a gasp breath.

“Mas Akram said when he woke up you weren't in the room. Where were you then?”

“Since the beginning I was not in the room, Ma'am. But seeing Mas Akram in my room with such circumstances, it was clear that people immediately accused him, including my brother. I never raise my voice about it because I consider it a disgrace that must be closed tightly, but if it is because of me your lives reap the consequences. I really apologize profusely,” said Zivanna softly with a face full of regret.

“But the DNA test?”

“That was also the case, Ma'am. He wanted to make sure Mas Akram believed that Ibra was indeed his son.”

The face of Wahyu Nugroho is very cloudy. The man apologized to Akram in earnest. He even said he was sorry for not hearing his explanation and was hostile to him.

Akram is understood. She as an older sister would definitely do the same to protect her younger sister.

“He you mean who exactly, Ma'am?”

To Be Continue ....