
After that day, Nadira and Andrew's relationship grew closer. Nadira has begun to feel comfortable and accustomed to the presence of the man in his life with Amara.
Not only with Andrew, Nadira's relationship with Mr. Bian was getting closer. Nadira even considered Mr. Bian like his own father.
As of today, Nadira and Amara return to visit the luxurious residence of Mr. Bian. The old man himself invited them to come there because he felt lonely and for sure he missed the funny behavior of little Amara.
"How are you, son?" asked Mr. Bian while smiling to look at Nadira who was already standing by his bed.
"Good, Dad. How's daddy himself?" ask Nadira back.
"Look Daddy! Daddy's never even felt this healthy before" he replied proudly.
Nadira smiled with satisfaction. He felt happy because the old man was much better than before. He was able to stand on his own, although he was still unable to walk on both feet. However, unfortunately until now Mr. Bian still does not remember his past at all, including who Andrew is.
"It's all thanks to you. You are the ones who never get tired of reminding and encouraging me," continued Mr. Bian.
While Nadira was busy talking with Mr. Bian, Andrew even coolly accompanied Amara to play, not far from the old man's room. While talking, Mr. Bian's gaze was on Amara who looked so happy when she was with Andrew.
Suddenly there was curiosity in Mr. Bian's heart. He wondered how the story of the past Nadira and Amara, to be separated from the husband and father of the two women of different generations.
With hesitation, master Bian began to talk about it to Nadira. "Ehm, Nadira. Can Daddy ask you something?"
"Of course, Dad. Why not?" nadira replied with a warm smile.
"Sorry in advance if Daddy's question will make you a little offended. Daddy was just wondering, actually what made you and your husband choose to separate. While Amara still desperately needs the affection of a father. If you don't answer Daddy's questions, it's okay, Nadira. Daddy didn't force you to answer him" said Mr. Bian as he stared fixedly at Nadira.
Nadira smiled faintly. "No problem, Daddy. I don't mind answering."
Nadira was silent for a moment and exhaled his heavy breath. "It's a long story, Dad. For sure now his father is happy with the woman of his choice. An established woman, who can meet all her needs."
Mr. Bian furrowed his brows in astonishment after hearing the explanation from Nadira. "Meet her needs? Meanin?"
"Yes, like that, Dad. Starting from compulsion until finally he felt comfortable with the woman. Who can resist the charm of Mrs Ira? Despite her age, she still looks beautiful and fashionable. Besides, he is also rich. Without working hard, Arman will still live well" said Nadira with a wry smile.
"Just a second! What's the woman's name?" Suddenly Mr. Bian shrieked in shock with perfectly rounded eyes.
"Ehm, Mrs Ira? What's the matter, Dad? Daddy knows?" nadira asked back with a face astonished to see the reaction of Mr. Bian who was so surprising.
"I-Ira Lestari?" Mr. Bian looked shocked and instantly the aura of his face changed. It looks paled and panicked too.
"Yes, Dad. Ira Lestari" replied Nadira again.
Suddenly Mr. Bian held his head with both hands. He screamed in pain hard enough to sound outside the room.
Seeing Master Bian's expression, Nadira became frightened. Even the nurses who wanted to try to calm her down, were forbidden to approach.
"Daddy! What the hell is going on in there?" screeches Andrew.
"What's going on, Nadira?" asked Andrew as he approached Nadira who was frightened and panicked. Her tiny body even shook violently.
"Come, Mas. Suddenly Daddy is like that" said Nadira.
Andrew and some of the nurses, together try to calm Mr. Bian down. One of the nurses injected Mr. Bian with a sedative so that the old man could be a little calmer.
After a while, the sedative started to react and Mr. Bian calmed down and did not scream like that. After the situation began to calm down, Andrew again approached Nadira and Amara who were still shocked by what happened just now.
"I'm sorry daddy, Nad. Daddy is like that if the disease strikes again. But I'm sure something triggered that. There's no way he's suddenly going berserk for no reason" Andrew said with a puzzled face.
Nadira was silent for a moment while trying to remember the conversation he discussed with Mr. Bian before the incident occurred. Suddenly he remembered what was the trigger of Mr. Bian's anger until he lost control and shouted like that.
"Attent, Mas. Before daddy went on a rampage like that, daddy asked me about Arman and his new wife."
"Then?" Andrew curious.
"When I accidentally mentioned the name of his new wife Mas Arman, all of a sudden daddy was screaming hysterically. Is it possible that daddy knew that woman?" Nadira's curiosity regained control of him.
"really? What was the name of that woman? Who knows, I know him, too" asked Andrew, who was also curious.
"Mas Arman often calls her Mrs Ira. Mrs Ira Lestari" replied Nadira.
"Ira Lestari?"
"Mas know him?" ask Nadira back.
"I know a woman named Ira Lestari. However, I'm not sure that the Ira we're referring to is the same Ira" Andrew replied.
"Hmm, if the lady Ira I mean is an aged woman, Mas. Maybe he is 50 now. However, her appearance was not inferior to that of a young woman. Still energetic and still beautiful. And one more, he had enough wealth to make young men tempted. Including Arman mas," said Nadira while bowing his head sadly.
Andrew knitted both his eyebrows. "Is it possible that the Ira we're referring to is the same Ira?" murmured Andrew.
"Ehm, briefly! Come with me, " Andrew continued while inviting Nadira to follow him. Nadira immediately followed Andrew while carrying Amara. The man led her into a room. Andrew's workspace that previously belonged to Mr. Bian, the,
"Come in" said Andrew, opening the door wider and allowing Nadira to enter the room with him.
Nadira entered and sat on a chair in the room while continuing to hug Amara's body which was still frightened.
"What room is this, Mom?" ask Nadira.
"This was daddy's office before the accident and now this room is my work space" replied Andrew as he walked up to his desk and grabbed a picture he had in a drawer.
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