The sanctity of Love

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Hardiyata was pensive to think about the speech of the young pregnant woman. If Erfan is really his son, so all this time his son has been threatened. Who knows his story. Even until his missing son.

The postel vibration lying on the table diverted Hardiyata's attention. The man opened a newly entered video on his phone from an unknown number.

"Bantle?" After watching a video of his wife being held captive with her accomplices tied up and her mouth on the duct tape.

"Ikbal!" Shouted Hardiyata, his assistant was coming soon. "Trace this guy's position, and call the police." He gave his phone away, Ikbal quickly copied the number on his smartphone.

The new woman also said to take care of his wife, all has happened. Hardiyata pressed the number written on the business card. After Ikbal left him.

Hardiyata tried repeatedly but there was no answer. He ordered his men to search for the whereabouts of the wife. If you're in a state of mind like this, your brain can't think smart.

Inside the operating room Hira just finished helping the birth of a tiny baby boy. Wandering minds imagine how the fate of little Erfan who since a baby lost his biological parents.

It must be very heavy what Mr. Hardiyata and his wife have been through all this time, losing their son since infancy. Hira did not dare to imagine what if he was in that position.

The young doctor removed the handscoon and washed his hands in the sink. He's back in his room, two operations this afternoon are over. Hira can go home, maybe her husband is waiting.

Sure enough the man had smiled sweetly stretching out his hands. All his tiredness disappeared after getting a shady look from his beloved husband. One kiss landed on the forehead, then down to the lips.

"Sweety, your phone keeps ringing from an unknown number." Her sister with a hostile face in Hira's arms.

"Why not answer, Bee."

"Males." Erfan answered, Hira broke her embrace while shaking her head. Jealousy is unclear, he muttered and then took his phone at the table.

Nineteen missed calls. No need to think for long Hira immediately called back the number.

"Assalamualaik." Say it after connecting.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, you're fine, son." It didn't take long for Hira to recognize the voice.

"Yes, I'm fine sir. Sorry, just finished the operation." Hira looked at Erfan who gave an eagle look at him.

"Alhamdulillah," there was a sound of heavy breathing, "Mother kidnapped Son." Instantly Hira stiffened. This fast, her heart.

"Guard yourself sir, I will seek help. I hung up on him." Hira said after being able to return herself. He said hello and cut off the phone.

"Who?"

"Sir Hardiyata, his wife's been kidnapped." Lirih Hira, that second also Erfan's breath choked. He had never seen his mother, never hugged her. This incident convinced him that they were his real parents.

"Call Bee, we go home first." Hira immediately cleaned the table and took her bag.

"Sweety, do we have to see Mr. Hardiyata?"

While driving the car, Erfan's left hand held Hira to get calm. His soul was engulfed in anxiety, they were actually acting. Erfan could not think, who the person who really wanted Azmi to be free. There must be a common thread with Btari's kidnapping.

"It's best that Bee, he needs support, and I..." Hira paused his sentence, breathing a lot of air. No suuzon, but his heart is not calm. "Song with his assistant."

Erfan rubbed the top of Hira's head gently with affection. "We go home first, and then we go to their house. You asked for his home address." The man has not asked where Hira got the Digitech owner's contact.

"Already, Bee. His house is near the residence of Sultan Emran. Indeed it's a special area for the sultans huh, Bee?" Erfan chuckled slightly, his wife was still able to joke while tense like this.

"Bee, this is enough to make me dizzy. No need to be the son of the Sultan anymore. I'm out of the house to be escorted by a bodyguard. Males is like a president's son. I'm used to being a commoner."

"Many want to be the son of the sultan loh, your time is not really, dear."

"Now, no."

"Not to refuse either." Furthermore, Erfan entered the gate of his house, greeting the security guarding there.

"Sore sir, there's a document that gojek sent." Erfan picked up the document, without a name anymore. Must be the same guy.

"Thank you sir." He then parked the car in the garage.

"The same guy, Bee?"

"Looks like a darling." Erfan came out first and then opened the door for his wife. "You took a shower, Sweety. Kira has to get to Mr. Hardiyata quickly." Hira nodded, entering the house first. Erfan contacted his men asking for the development of Btari's search, but the results were nil.

HAVE FUN

No other message than that. Erfan turned the paper back in hand. His brain can't think straight now.

"What's it all about, Bee?" Erfan gave the paper and hugged his wife. "Welcome, Honey?" Hira asked, the man nodded weakly.

Hira combed her husband's black mane with her fingers, carrying her lover sitting on the side of the bed.

"All will pass, Bee. We go through this together, strengthen each other."

"Are they really my parents, Sweety?"

"We'll see you later, Bee. Whoever your parents are and whatever reasons that set you apart. Don't hate them, Bee."

Erfan stretched out a hug, staring fixedly at every curve of his wife's face. "You said that, and you hate your father, Sweety." Hira was silent when reality returned to her.

"They sold me, Bee."

"What if I used to be sold?" Hira did not flinch, "if you ask me to accept my parents. Then you should also accept your parents, Sweety." Erfan hugged his wife's body again, he knew his words were quite loud this time. Erfan also does not want his wife to always be treated at will.

"You take a shower, Bee. We're going to Mr. Hardiyata's house." Hira breaks her embrace, preparing Erfan's clothes. Did not argue that the man immediately went to the bathroom.

The mansion was crowded, many cars were parked. There are also police cars there. Erfan and Hira are greeted by a domestic assistant, then taken to a room that is more privacy. There are people there who discuss in the living room, there are also those in the family room.

"You have come." Hardiyata welcomed the two to the door. Turns out it's a workspace that can be used as a badminton court. There's only Ikbal and two cops in this room.

"Yes, sir." Hira and Erfan took turns to Hardiyata.

"Let's go in." Invite the middle-aged man, Hira immediately shook his head. Erfan clasped his wife's hand.

"There's a more private room for us to talk to." Erfan said in a very slow voice, almost inaudible.

"You guys please discuss here yes, I accompanied them around first." Said Hardiyata and then took the two away from there. They went up to the second floor, there were only three rooms there. One main room and two for guest rooms as no one occupies.