The Tarnished Wife

Photos of Miss Rara

Zayn dialed Rara's number. He wants to call back his girlfriend. Not usually Rara called, considering that after Rara learned of the incident, Rara practically never communicated with Zayn again.

Tut ...

Just one tone of the call was heard, suddenly there was already Rara's voice there.

“Where the hell are you? From earlier on the phone can not-can?” ask Rara annoyed.

Across the street, Zayn smiled while sticking the phone to his cheek. “Why do you miss?”

“Ish, what the hell?”

Zayn laughs. “Lagian tumben really phone until five times.”

“Where are you?” ask Rara to the point. “I'll see you.”

“I no longer dream right?” asked Zayn in disbelief, because since Rara's memory returned, the woman did not want to see him at all. Especially when he meets.

“I'm not kidding, Zayn,” said Rara.

“I'm also no longer joking, Rara.”

“Zayn,” shouted Rara.

“What, Honey?”

“Zayn, I'm serious.”

“Ya, I'm more serious.”

“Just later tonight, I wait for you at cafe xxx alternative street porridge at eight o'clock.”

“But, Ra...”

Tut ... Tut ... Tut ...

Zayn was just about to protest, but Rara's phone closed first.

“He's so fierce now,” murmured Zayn.

“Who is fierce?” ask Jack who approached his boss.

“Who else?” Zayn threw his body into the waiting chair available there.

“Rara?” jack and Zayn asked.

“It's time to prove to him that you really love a hundred percent,” Jack replied by coming to sit next to Zayn.

Zayn. He will prove love in his own way. If Reza loves Rara by always wanting to have her, even though she is hurt, but different from Zayn. Zayn will not force Rara's desire, he will further free the woman of his tribe with a man of his choice, which is important Rara happy.

Zayn did not force Rara to be his wife even though he had a great chance because of Zac and Zoey on Zayn's side, but he would not take advantage of that condition. Really, what Zayn wants is Rara's happiness. All this time, he had made a terrible mistake with the woman. And, he will make up for it by always making the woman happy, no matter what.

****

In the afternoon, Reihan arrived in Jogya with his mother. The man immediately bought a ticket to this city and left with his mother shortly after getting a call from Zayn this afternoon. Her feelings were mixed, when Zayn said that she was with a woman whose face was a hundred percent similar to Chintya's.

“Zayn,” call Reihan when you see Zayn sitting in the waiting room with his assistant.

“Mas.” Zayn got up and shook hands with Reihan and his mother.

“You're sure he's Chintya?” ask Reihan enthusiastically.

“You met where?” ask Reihan's mom.

“Let me take you to Chintya's treatment room,” Zayn said as he took Reihan and his mother to a women's treatment room similar to Reihan's missing wife.

Then, on the sidelines of the footsteps leading to the place, Zayn recounted the chronology of the events of his encounter with Chintya.

Chequelek

Zayn opened the door of the room slowly, because Chintya had fallen asleep because of the medicine given by the doctor.

Reihan and his mother were gaping. They did not believe that the one before them was the mother of the Moon and the Stars. The woman, who has been wanted for three years by Reihan, is desperate and finds her spirit back when she meets Rara.

“But, he's amnesia,” Zayn said as he retold Reihan the results of the MRI and CT scan.

Reihan and his mother were silent.

“For more details, tomorrow the doctor will give concrete results. This was only a guess when the doctor examined his condition earlier.”

“Chintya,” call Reihan ogre. He approached his wife and sat down near her. Then kiss the back of that hand.

“Thank you, Zayn.” Reihan turned to look at Zayn.

“Thank you, Nak.” Reihan's mother did the same.

“I will treat Chintya until she recovers,” Reihan said.

Zayn nodded. “Then, I'm sorry. Coincidentally my plane was five.”

“You're back in Jakarta?” ask Reihan again.

Zayn nodded.

Reihan looked at the watch on his right hand. “One and a half hours away, Zayn.”

“Yes, my team has cleaned up my things at the hotel and we met at the airport.”

“Thank God, Fine then.” Reihan got up and shook Zayn's hand as he hugged her. “One more time, I say thank you.”

“Sama-sama, Mas.” Zayn patted Reihan on the back.

Reihan's mother nodded and smiled at Zayn, then shook hands again. Zayn kissed the back of the middle-aged woman's hand and said goodbye.

It seems, he won't be until eight o'clock at cafe xxx like Rara wants. However, if Rara is not there when she arrives, then Zayn will meet her directly to Rara's apartment.

“Yuk, Jack. We're back!” take Zayn to Jack who is just waiting for his bus in the waiting room.

“It's done?” Jack asked and Zayn nodded.

At Zayn's house, Zac and Zoey play hide-and-seek. While Michelle is still studying with her tutoring teacher.

“Zoey, we play in Daddy's workspace, yuk!” Take Zac to his twin sister, because Zac was born a few seconds before Zoey.

“Let's Daddy mad.” Zoey knows that the room is not allowed in for anyone but Jack.

“I've seen Daddy's workspace. Inside is a picture of flowers, trees, and there is a photo of Miss Rara,” replied Zac enthusiastically.

The room was deliberately Zayn design with wallpapers depicting nature, so that he was more refreshed when in the room and gave rise to creative ideas.

“Oh, yes? When did you see Daddy's workspace?” ask Zoey.

“Again, before Daddy leaves for out of town.”

“In the lock,” said Zac when his hand held the door handle.

“So afternoon, I saw Auntie come into this room. Surely he has the key,” Zoey replied.

Zac went back down the stairs and stepped into the kitchen, because the Aunt's room was located nearby.

Zac and Zoey were standing at the door of the Aunt. They saw a key lying on the little table of Aunt's room.

“Eh Den Zac and Non Zoey. What's up?” ask the aunt when she sees the twins standing in her bedroom.

“Bi, please make us milk,” said Zoey.

“Loh, instead of just going home from school already Aunty madein ya.”

“Current, Bi. We want again,” says Zac.

“Alright, Aunty makein yes.” The aunt came out of the room, then headed for the kitchen.

Zac follows Auntie, while Zoey sneaks in for a bit and snatches the key.

Zac guiltlessly invites the Aunt to a conversation while the Aunt makes milk for her employer's son. Behind the Aunt, Zoey showed the key up with a silent laughter. Zac just smiled and nodded.

“Bi, we don't drink milk. I'm satiated. Want to play games in the room,” said Zac to make the Aunt confused. “Come, Zoey.”

“Ih, keep this how milk, Den. Non,” call the Aunt on Zac and Zoey.

“In put refrigerator only, Bi,” replied Zoey who is a Zac.

Then, they went back up the stairs and turned to the father's study. Michelle and Auntie were on the first floor, so they did not pay attention to the activities of Zac and Zoey on the second floor.

Zac opened his father's office. Zac and Zoey enter the room and lock the door again. They were amazed to see the decoration of the father's workspace so beautiful.

“Look at Zoey! Photos of Miss Rara are here,” Zac said.

“Wah .. yes, much Zac.” Zoey is gaping because almost all the walls contain photos of Rara with various candid poses.

“This, there is a photo of Daddy with Miss Rara.” Zoey pointed to a photo of the father embracing Rara.

The same photo as the one Rara posted on her apartment table. It was a photo of their parents' teenagers.

Satisfied with looking through the room, Zac and Zoey also play. They played their father's things there.

Zayn, who also loved to paint, prepared his painting equipment in the room. And Zac tried the equipment.

They play the brushes and watercolor inks available there.

“Indeed you can draw me,” Zoey said to her sister.

“I can.” Zac scrawled some of the colors on the white paper already attached to the painting board.

“It was ugly,” Zoey said denouncing the handcuffs of her brother.

“It's good,” stirring Zac.

“Jelek,” says Zoey.

Then, Zac was upset and mocked his sister by smearing the brush containing blue to Zoey's face. “You ugly Zoey. Your nose is like a clown.”

Zac laughed and Zoey pouted.

“Zac, you suck.” Zoey tries to avoid Zac, as the older brother continues to tease her by brandishing the colored brush to re-color her face.

“Zac, No! My face will be dirty.”

Zoey dodges and Zac chases. They run until Zoey who was initially upset becomes laughing, because they are chasing.

While running, Zoey's feet stumbled across a thick carpet on the floor and ....

Bugh

Zoey's forehead forms the tip of a small table that is taper enough to bleed. Then, Zoey cried loudly.

Zoey's crying voice shook the house, so the Aunt immediately went up to the second floor and Michelle who had just finished learning also immediately followed the Aunt.

“Aaaa .... Pain ...” whine Zoey while screaming.

“I'm sorry, Zoey.” Zac panic.

Then, the door was knocked over by Auntie and Michelle.

“Zac ... Zoey ... Open the door,” cried Michelle.

“Den ... Non ... Unlock door. The aunt shouted.

Then Zac got up from the carpet and opened the door.

“Yeah Zac, what's wrong with Zoey?” michelle asked frantically as Zoey's forehead tip was spitting out quite a lot of blood.

“Non, looks like Non Zoey's head is ripped off. It must be sewn,” said the Aunt who immediately approached Zoey who was sitting on the carpet.

Zoey continued to cry, while Zac only fell silent.

“Come Zoey! We go to clinic.”

Zoey shakes. “No.”

“Come, Zoey. Otherwise you will bleed out,” Michelle said in a panic.

“No want!” shouts Zoey.

Zoey is a phobia with hospitals. He is the most anti whose name is to the doctor or take medicine.

“Zoey,” shouted Michelle. Confused what to do? Because Zoey absolutely cannot be persuaded to see a doctor.

“Non, call dad? Or call anyone who is on the bus to take Non Zoey to the clinic,” said the Aunt.

Suddenly Michelle's brain is fixed on Rara, because she knows Rara is her mother. Then, Michelle dialed Rara's number. Coincidentally the number is still stored in the outgoing call because this afternoon he called Rara to ask news of the man he hit at the school.

“Halo.” With twice the tone of the call, Rara immediately answered him.

“Oh, Miss Rara. Thank God for instantly hitting my phone.”

“What's up, Michelle?” rara asked who heard Zayn's sister's panicked voice.

“Miss, please come to our house. Zoey hit the corner of the table and had a lot of blood on her forehead. But he didn't want to be invited to the clinic.”

“Alright, share your home. I'll come,” replied Rara quickly. “And press Zoey's wound so that her blood doesn't come out much. Okay.”

Michelle nodded. “Oke Miss.”

They all do not realize that they are in the workspace Zayn filled with photos of Rara.