Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 19

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?

" So here we sit, we talk." Bring it again.

O Allah, let there be no demons among us. Amal is a man who has been married. He had long since separated from his wife. He has not felt for a long time...

Why is my mind so dirty. I'm sure Amal is a good man.

With confidence I sat beside him.

" What year is birth?" He tried to melt the atmosphere between the two of us.

" Two thousand years, if you are alone?" I asked back.

" Should I answer?" Amal asked back.

" If you want to be answered yes papa, do not want to be answered nor papa." My mouth is relaxed.

He laughed at my words, "Birth of ninety-two." Evidently.

" Oh... It's old." I joke.

" Uda has a child who is old." He returned my jokes.

I looked at him, but he was not as cold as I thought. All night long we had a good chat about the old school days. I don't know why I'm more open to talking to Amal than with Andre.

I am also more comfortable near Amal mass than near Andre mas.

Is this natural? Or secretly I'm in love with a one-child widower.

Throughout our conversation, Amal was a polite man. He never touched me like Erik used to. Amal knows better the boundary between me and him.

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Zuwita can go home today. I prepared Zuwita as beautifully as possible. Her thick hair was neatly tied.

I get confused myself, why can I take care of a baby? I never did it at all.

I wear comfortable clothes to make her calmer. Don't forget the socks peeled on the tiny feet of this beautiful baby to keep warm.

" tara.... It's vain! We're going home, don't get sick again..." I'm talking to this little baby.

His reaction Zuwita blabbering is no less crowded.

Amal's smile adorned his face. Seemed the excitement that was emanating.

After taking care of the administrative costs we finally headed to the car park.

" Zah, here Zuwita is the fat mother. You'll be tired."

Mom tried to take Zuwita from my sling.

Unexpectedly, this tiny baby refused in his grandmother's cradle. It feels comfortable to be near me.

" Gak papa ma'am, Zuwita again my sings are fat." Reply again..

We finally got into the car Amal. I sat in the front seat next to Amal.

Along the way Zuwita raved more often.

Charity also makes more sounds. His attitude was much warmer than yesterday.

We also had lunch and stopped for a bit to buy souvenirs.

When Zuwita and his mother fell asleep, Amal occasionally glanced at me, "thank you very much Zah for being kind enough to take care of Zuwita." General Amal sincerely.

" The same as me." Answer's short.

We finally arrived at Amal's house. We became the center of attention of Amal's mass neighbors.

Moreover, my situation is holding Zuwita. There was even a neighbor Amal who blatantly asked when we planned to get married.

Me and Amal could only shut up and stare at each other. After Zuwita was calmer, I decided to go home. Certainly not known to Zuwita.

When passing people who are gathering, they often tease us.

We're at Grandma's. After meeting my grandmother, Amal finally came home.

" Do you like Charity?" Ask grandma without saying anything.

" We're friends, Grandma. Zahra only helped her mother Amal who was overwhelmed by the care of Zuwita who was fussy." I try to give my grandmother some understanding.

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I'm resting in my room. I feel tired today. When my eyes will fall asleep comes one message from mass Amal.

My heart became flowery.

(Assalamu'alaikum, what are you doing?)

I smiled reading a message from Amal.

(After relaxing, how is Zuwita doing?)

I memijit send button, and the message was sent to mass Amal.

Return incoming messages. A photograph. Mas Amal sent us a photo of Zuwita falling asleep.

Finally my sleepiness disappeared changed cheerfully because the attitude of the mass Amal began to melt.

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This morning while I was sitting at the office, some teachers asked for clarification about my relationship and the Amal mass.

I was confused as to what to answer. They said the rumors circulating outside the mass Amal will soon propose me.

As I laughed. Who made such cheap gossip?

When Amal arrived, they asked the same question. Amal just smiled in response to that remark. Makes me feel wrong.

I started to get close to Amal. No words of love came out of our mouths. Everything flows like water. I only give thanks if Allah gives my blessing, then Charity will surely be my soul mate.

This afternoon I was chatting with Zuwita, suddenly a woman came to us both.

Without saying a greeting the woman rebuked me with harsh words.

" Oh so you're an itchy woman who wants to approach Amal's mass through my daughter." Ask the woman with her face.

I'm the one playing with

Zuwita was a little surprised to hear the voice of the woman who was thundering in broad daylight.

" Give Zuwita to me." He pulled Zuwita so violently that he made this tiny baby cry.

" Don't be rude to a child!" Hardikku.I also immediately sent a short message to mass Amal to come to my house immediately.

Neighbors started to crowd us.

Apparently this is Amal's wife. The mother who left her daughter. I noticed her appearance from head to toe.

Blonde hair, red lips blush and wear very tight. Why is it inversely proportional to the super simple mass of Charity.

Zuwita gampir was successfully brought by his ex-wife Amal. Fortunately, Amal arrived on time.

" Don't touch my daughter!" Amal was angry.

" She's my daughter too. You can't take care of him until he's hospitalized." Said Amal's ex-wife did not want to lose.

" Since you have preferred that man, ever since you left your flesh and blood. I forbid you touch my daughter." Amal lantang.

While Zuwita has been hysterical in his mother's arms.

" Give me my daughter!" General mas Saying.

" For what? For you to provide this." Amal's ex-wife pointed at me.

" He's much better than you. She's my future wife."

The people around us looked at us in confusion. I was confused too. How can Amal talk like that in front of people.

Finally with the debate that alot Zuwita back the mass embrace of Amal. While Amal's ex-wife was staring at me.

The neighbors have come home. There was only me, my grandmother, Amal, Amal's mother and Tami's mother.

" Are you serious about Zahra?" Ask Grandma to Amal.