Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 18

There is a feeling of loss when one day only Zuwita does not play to grandma's house. Usually if there's Zuwita I'll take the cute baby to talk, sing.

Ah, Zuwita why the hell your ashes must be mass Amal super duper cuek, cold also fierce.

I waited until the afternoon turned into Magrib, but Amal's mass did not also pass with Zuwita. What is that funny baby? Is she crying today?

I stared at the photo in my mobile gallery. Sometimes I play videos when he laughs.

The night began to move, after performing the prayer isya I sat in front of the television. I opened the green sailing app. Looks status of mass Amal appeared on my phone with the caption 'quickly healed Zuwita my heart'

Zuwita's sick? What pain? My heart is worried. Radanya wanted me to visit Zuwita but I still remember the words of Amal which forbade me to be close to Zuwita and his mother.

What's my fault? Batinku.

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This is the seventh day I have never met Zuwita. Little by little I am getting used to the absence of the cute baby.

I was still playing mobile in my room, until someone knocked on my door.

" Login!" I answered from the room lazily.

Ma'am Tami's face appeared behind the door,

" There is a mother of Charity."

I jumped out of my bed.

" Why mbak?" I'm confused.

Ma'am Tami just shrugged her shoulders as a sign of not knowing. I also found Amal's mother in front.

" Sir..." I saluted Amal's mother.

" Neng, I mean to come here to invite Zahra to visit Zuwita in the hospital." His mother said Amal pleaded.

" Zuwita's in the hospital? What pain is buk?" I was so surprised to hear that. All I know is that Zuwita is sick not knowing that he should be infused.

" High fever. Every day is cranky. Mother remembers you. Zuwita is very good if it is close to you. Maybe Zuwita misses you." His mother Amal.

I'm still confused. If according to will I want to feel like I flew to the hospital to visit Zuwita, but if you remember the general attitude of Amal I just think twice about it.

" Neng help mom!"

I looked at his mother Amal's face. He cupped his hands in his chest.

"I'll change for a minute."

I went to the room and got ready for the hospital.

I also sent a message to Tami's mom to tell grandma that I was going to the city to visit Zuwita.

Finally we went with a money car driven by a mass cousin of Amal.

" Buk, actually I was afraid to visit Zuwita, because the Amal mass forbid me to serve with Zuwita and mother." Ucaku.

" I'm sorry about Charity. Since his wife's death, he's been the most sensitive person." Said his mother Amal.

" If you may know where Zuwita's mother is buk?" I asked myself again about Zuwita's mother.

" Zuwita's mother cheated on him with someone !" Said his mother Amal with a hoarse voice .

" Athaghfirullah!" That's all I can say.

" Any charity is like hate for women." Obviously his mother Amal with eyes began to glaze over.

Ah, I finally found the answer. It turns out Amal is married. Zuwita was the son of Amal. Amal's wife was having an affair.

Oh God, what kind of life is this. It is fitting that Amal mass is very indifferent to women and even seems cynical. What a pity Zuwita, what kind of mother could leave her own child for another man.

I don't seem to have thought of the woman's way of thinking.

What is the lack of charity?

My mind is busy wondering for itself.

Mas Amal is persuading his fussy daughter. Sometimes he rubbed the corner of his eye.

" Mall." I hold Amal's shoulder.

Amal looked surprised to see my presence.

Without awkward I took Zuwita from the lap of mass Amal.

" Hey baby.you're sick... You drink milk?" I was busy talking to him.

Zuwita looked at me in silence. There is no sound of his whining like when with mass Amal.

The tiny baby hugged me occasionally babbling calling ma-ma.

I hugged her. I don't know why my heart is so fragile to see Zuwita like this.

I have loved her since I first knew her.

I am still busy taking care of Zuwita occasionally glanced towards the mass Amal. He was sitting in a chair. Sometimes our eyes meet. And he always threw away his sight.

Zuwita is now sound asleep. Before going to bed I cleaned her body, changed her clothes and changed her Pampers and milk. And now he looks more fragrant.

His mother Amal was going out to buy food. We both live in this room.

This room is quiet and silent. Until the sound of chasing lizards was heard to the ears.

I was still sitting next to Zuwita's bed, until Amal approached me, "thank you for taking the time to visit Zuwita. Sorry if yesterday I spoke rudely with you." He spoke slowly, but I could still hear his voice softly.

I just nodded, confused as to what to answer. But there is a feeling, because Amal still want to apologize for his attitude yesterday.

" How long has Zuwita been treated?" I'm trying to find a topic so we don't shut up.

" Nearly seven days. Always the heat up and down. Yesterday mom suggested that I pick you up. Maybe Zuwita misses you." Say again.

While talking to the Amal mass, a doctor who will check the condition of Zuwita came in.

" Well, it's not fussy anymore, sir son. Apparently her mother has come." The Doctor's chirps.

My eyes are shocked! I saw Amal closing his mouth trying to hold back a laugh.

" If tonight the fever does not rise, insyaallah tomorrow afternoon you can go home, Mr Amal and mother...?" The doctor's words hang.

" Zahra Doc." Connect with Amal.

" Yes to Zahra." The doctor said connecting his words that had been interrupted earlier.

The doctor left us. But Amal still held back his laughter. Just this time I saw his friendly smile.

" Apardon the Doctor?" General mas Saying.

" Heheh. yes mas." I'm timid.

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The night is getting late. I've informed my grandmother that I'm not coming home tonight and I'm still staying at the hospital to accompany Zuwita.

The cute and adorable baby seemed to be sound asleep.

Amal's mother had also slept under Rabjang Zuwita. It seems that Amal's mother was so exhausted that she could no longer open her eyes.

Me and Amal are still awake.

I tried to close my eyes, but I still couldn't.

" Can't sleep yet?" Ask about Charity.

It seems he noticed me who was agitated.

" His eyes can't be compromised." Saying again.

" Here sit here!" Amal patted the long chair next to him.

Oh Allah, my heart is like being taken off. Are my ears still good? Did I not hear wrong?