The Substitute

Ozan's remorse

"Ozan... When did you return to Indo?" ask Zarima who approached Ozan who was watching television in the family room.

"I don't know, mah. Happy here again." he replied casually.

"Lho you how the hell, If you still feel at home here, ask Ramon between Ameera here. The time you lived your wife alone there." Zarima protested

Ameera is not alone. He left the same house as Rangga.

"Later on. Her Ameera was busy." Ozan still holds his ego even though his longing for Ameera has mounted. Since his arrival in Turkey, he has closed his communication access meetings with anyone, even Ramon had difficulty contacting him.

Shortly after, a waiter comes to tell him that someone wants to meet Ozan in the front garden of the house. Ozan was curious who the guest who wanted to see him, because he only had a few friends in Turkey because since childhood, he was more in Indonesia. Ozan immediately went to the park to meet his guests.

From a distance he saw a man almost as tall as himself standing upright while putting his hand in his pants pocket.

Who the hell, just interrupt.

But when he approached his eyes widened in shock to see who had come to see him. The look on his face changed immediately, he stared intently at Rangga like a wild beast that was about to pounce on its prey.

"So you're coming. Why are you here?" he asked when he was in front of Rangga.

Because of his anger for Ozan who chose to leave and closed all access to his communications, Rangga decided to fly to Turkey before leaving for England. He did not even tell anyone that he was going to Turkey.

Without warning, Rangga immediately raised his fist to Ozan's face. Makes Ozan fall. The two guards on guard quickly held onto Rangga's arm.

"Gitmesine clearance ver... Benim arkadasim!" ozan told his two bodyguards. He asked them to release Rangga.

"Bizy beer!" later orders. The two bodyguards left Rangga and Ozan in the park.

After the departure of the guards, Rangga again beat Ozan with emotion without mercy. Ozan eventually falls helpless. Ozan is not unable to retaliate against the attack from Rangga. He just wanted to know what Rangga wanted to come all the way from Indonesia to meet him. And surely the arrival of Rangga has something to do with Ameera.

"GET UP, BANGS*T!! COME ON FIGHT ME!!" rangga shouted while pulling Ozan's shirt collar. The man was like resigned to being beaten by Rangga.

After being content to beat Ozan, without sin, Rangga left Ozan who was still lying there with bruises on his face. .

"So you came all the way from Indonesia just to thud me?" asked Ozan when he saw Rangga leaving. Hearing Ozan's question, Rangga stopped his steps. He also looks at. Staring sharply at Ozan with the tail of his eyes.

"Gue is actually going to kill you. But unfortunately, I don't want Ameera to be a widow" he replied flatly.

"Isn't it good for you? That way you can free usurp Ameera from me." said Ozan who still did not wake up from his seat.

Rangga closed his coarse eyes and clenched his hands. His frustration with Ozan's stupidity has penetrated his crown.

"Gue told me I don't want Ameera to be a widow and her child to be an orphan" he said as he left the courtyard of the mansion.

The deg!

Like a high voltage electric shock, Ozan sculpted.

Still with a sitting position trying to decipher the last sentence spoken by Rangga. Ozan fell silent, his face turning pale. Rangga's words kept ringing in his ears.

"Ameera's son? Whatdoes thatmean... Ameera... Ameera pregnant?" mumbled Ozan stammered with his tears flowing down his cheeks. A glimpse of his memory of Ameera flashed in his mind. He soon woke up from his daydream.

"Mama... Mama.." she called out to her mother.

"What's the hell yelling?" ask Zarima who just came out of the room.

"Well, I have to go home now" Ozan said frantically. His feelings are mixed. Between his anger at his own stupidity and his great sense of regret has ignored Ameera.

"Ozan, what's wrong with you? And why are you bleeding?" Zarima was already panicking to see his son bleed from the corner of his lips.

"It's okay... Mah I have to go back to Indonesia now" he said in a panic.

"But why suddenly? Who just came?" ask Zarima again. Ozan did not answer. He immediately went into his room to change clothes, because the clothes he used were stained with blood.

Ozan washed his face with water in the bathroom to remove traces of blood on his face. After that he took a shirt in the closet and grabbed his wallet and passport located on the table, then walked hurriedly out of the room.

Zarima who felt strange followed Ozan's steps. There were a lot of question marks on his mind. Just this morning Ozan said he was still at home in Turkey, but after a while he had changed his mind.

"When I leave, yes, I go straight to the airport" he said, kissing the back of his mother's hand.

"But Zan, what is this? Mama doesn't understand." said Zarima. He follows Ozan who steps into the car garage.

"Later I'll clear, Mah. Now I have to go home quickly." he said later.

Ozan asked a driver to take him to the airport. Zarima stood in front of the entrance staring at the car Ozan was riding away from.

"What's wrong with the kid. He carried nothing but the clothes on his body. Did something happen to Ameera? " rumble Zarima.

He did not calm down to think of Ameera who was alone there. He had to call his home in Indonesia immediately to ask about Ameera's situation.

Arriving at the airport, Ozan went straight to the ticketing counter. However, because the flight out of the country so must be willing to wait a long time, because the schedule of departure directly to Indonesia on that day only exists at night.

Ozan was sitting in the waiting room impatiently waiting while staring at the boarding pass in his hand.

"Dam. The departure schedule is still very long." he said later. He breathed a rough sigh while closing his eyes.

You're a fool Ozan. Your wife is pregnant and you treat her very harshly. Now Ameera must hate you so much.

Time passed by feeling very slow for Ozan. The man was already on board the plane that was to take him to Indonesia. If usually while boarding the plane Ozan will fall asleep during the trip, but this time his eyes do not feel like being closed. Feelings of fear, longing, and deep regret permeated his soul. He repeatedly cursed himself.

My wife.

He rested his head on the back of the chair, thinking back to Ameera's father when he died to save his life.

Dad sorrykn me. I didn't keep your trust well. I ignored him when in his womb there was my son.

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