Trapped in Fake Status
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In front of the fence of the Sultan's house, Zeevania's car entered the yard after Pak Amir opened the iron fence. The woman got out of the car haughtily, seeing Hanum with Kendra around a small park near the car garage.
"Hi, handsome aunt's niece. Finish your food, okay! Soon your aunt will be your mother. So Kendra has to be a good, obedient child. Ckkkk, what a pity you are Hanum. What was your fate after the Sultan married me? And divorced you before Kendra was 3. Isn't that what the deal was?" jeered Zeevania smiled cunningly with her style.
"Maybe my husband will marry you without divorcing me. Because I have had the most important part of his life. You're the aunt of her son, but you're not the only woman in her heart. So there's no need for you to be as arrogant as if you were his legal wife." said Hanum bravely replying to Zeevania's booming taunts. The girl sharpened her eyes to look at Hanum's back pushing the stroller into the house.
"Damn it! Got guts too apparently he was against me," said Zeevania dislike.
While the Sultan drove his car at medium speed to the orphanage that Harits had told yesterday. After all the business of the office was successful, he left part of his work to the assistant. It did not take long for the Sultan to arrive at the orphanage with a lot of food, and toys and school tools that the children of the orphanage needed.
The children playing in the park looked at the arrival of the Sultan with hopeful gazes. They hope if the arrival of the man in a suit, with his neatly arranged hair. Bringing happy news to all of them.
"Kids, let's all go back to our respective classes! The break is over you have to go back to learning." exclaimed the mother of the house calling on all the children of the home to return to study with their teacher.
"Mom, it looks like there's a guest" said one of the children.
"Yes, honey, take all your friends to class." the mother smiled. The sultan walked up to the mother of the parlour with a few large bags of her luggage.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Bu panti." greet the Sultan gave Salam while giving up souvenirs from him.
"Waalaikumsalam," replied the mother smiling. Please enter as a guest donor according to his estimates. Who else intentionally comes to the orphanage every day if not a donor.
"Sorry, Mom. I am Sultan I am a new donor. May I have a moment." said the Sultan politely.
"Of course you can, Mr. Sultan, come with me to the room.'' The sultan walked behind the back of the penggung6 mother home to the living room next to the office. The mother of the parlour allowed the Sultan to sit and occupy a long carved wooden chair.
"Is there anything you want to say about our home? Yes it is like this the state of our home." said the mother of the lower house. The Sultan smiled faintly in response to the 47-year-old woman's words.
"I'm Endang's mother, the head of this home.'' she said introducing herself.
" Good Mom, Endang. My arrival aside from being a donor was something I wanted to ask. Do you remember a boy named Zeefara who was adopted around the age of 5 at the time?" sultan began to get serious. Endang's mother seemed to remember the name sul9 mentioned.
"A little while, sir" said the mother of the home moving from the chair to the safe cabinet where important data storage. After getting what she was looking for, the orphanage's mother reopened the white paper sheets since last keeping them after 18 years had passed.
"What do you mean the girl in this photo?" ask the home mom. Shows files that still look neat and clear. Sultan observed a funny photo of Zeefara at the age of 5 when the Anggara family wanted to adopt her. The same photo he had once kept when the girl conquered his heart.
"That's right, Mom. This is Zeefara, may I know who brought Zeefara to this home, ma'am?" ask her again to the mother of the parlor. Ms. Endang began to remember the incident how Zeefara was able to be in the orphanage.
At length he tells the story of a baby crying at the door without an identity. There is only one green jamrud giwang that hooks on the sweater. Who does not belong to the Sultan himself just saw the shape of the earrings in his hand and took pictures and saved into his cellphone camera.
"Thank you, Miss Endang for your explanation. This information is so important to me. Because I am the future husband of the late Zeefara and I am very sorry for the fateful incident that happened to him. Because after we engaged I was in Batam because of work.''
" Yes, everything has become the way. Zeefara had to go the way God had set her up. Even though we don't want all that to happen." said the mother of the parlor who has been looking after and caring for Zeefara for five years. All the housewife and her friends love Zeefara very much, she is a jolly girl who is good at comforting her sad friend. He is also a good boy in the art of drawing.
After meeting with the mother of the orphanage and receiving information from him the Sultan was willing to go to Endang's mother. And chat for a while with the orphanage children who are playing ball in the front yard.
"Kids, Om Sul pamit used to be maybe next time we can meet and play together again" said the Sultan pamit to them, while wiping his sweat on the forehead after running around the ball.
"Daa.... Hey, Sul! See you soon!" exclaim Arkan waved at Sultan 8-year-old boy who was close to him even though he had just known him.
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Thank you so much for being faithful in my story. Sorry long up time constraints and HP broken. Good luck slu thanks for the trail of his comments in waiting! 🙏🙏🙏🙏
