Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 35

The old woman named Mbok Jah left us, she went up to the second floor.

Not long down and told us to wait.

I made sure the surroundings of this house were full of luxury.

After ten minutes of waiting, we finally heard the sound of heels clashing with the lightning of the floor of this house.

Sabrina came down from the second floor with a very fashionable appearance in a westernized way.

Blonde hair, lashes are also mini clothes that wrap his body so tight.

As a woman who used to close the aurat, there was a sense of unease when staring at Sabrina.

He sat in front of us crossing his legs. Smooth white thighs became our sights.

I don't know what's on Amal's mind right now. He seemed to throw away the face of not wanting to touch Sabrina.

" you? what's it gonna do to come to this house?" He smiled cynically at me.

" I want to meet Zuwita." Answer Charity without stale bases.

Sabrina laughed like a rich man, "for what? Aren't you nobody to Zuwita? And now that she's not Zuwita, I've changed her name much prettier than you give." Said the woman arrogantly.

" the 365 days I was with him. From him only a red baby cries, and you don't care about it, I love Zuwita, and I don't care if you change his name. Because for me the child you threw away at that time was my Zuwita which you now take at will." Amal's reply was no less fierce.

Sabrina looked at me with a look of resentment, "why should Zuwita be the one you're nullifying? Can't your wife give birth to a child for you?" Sabrina asked with her bow.

" Don't take my wife. It's just my problem, you and Zuwita. Let me meet Zuwita." Charity speech weakened.

"As a sign of my gratitude for you taking care of Zuwita, fine." He called someone and told them to go downstairs.

It doesn't take long, a young woman, maybe her age isn't far from me. He carried Zuwita, down from the top floor.

" Oh my God, Umi kangen boy!" My mind is as if slashed to see the present Zuwita. Sabrina familiarizes Zuwita with sexy clothes like her. Did Zuwita not catch a cold, while the situation in this house is very cold.

As Zuwita approached, Amal immediately grabbed Zuwita from his nanny's sling.

" dn..."

Masya Allah's... Do you remember Zuwita with his Abi?

The more tears flow.

Mas Amal kissed the cheeks of the puffed Zuwita. There is a longing that rushes from the recesses of our hearts. Until I saw Amal rubbing the corners of his wet eyes. While Zuwita groped the face of Amal.

After being satisfied to let go of the longing Amal gave Zuwita to me.

" Children of Umi. Unfortunately Umi..Umi miss son!" I asked Zuwita to speak.

" U.mi.." said Zuwita. God, this kid is learning to talk.

" Uda is not kangennya? Bring Zuwita up! Give milk and put it to bed!" Sabrina's orders.

Nanny Zuwita took this sweet baby out of my hand.

Me and Amal could do nothing. We let Zuwita be brought in by his nanny.

" Are you guys still a long time?" Sabrina glanced at the clock on her wrist.

Amal and I got up from our seats.

" Please support Zuwita properly and correctly. Don't let the mistake you made happen to Zuwita!" Order Charity before we go.

Sabrina pulled Amal's hand, Amal's mass spontaneously released Sabrina's handrails

Sabrina looks angry" I need to tell you, Zuwita my daughter is my flesh and blood, not your flesh! Don't interfere with her growth. Understand!"

Amal and I did not comment on Sabrina. We soon left Sabrina's magnificent palace home.

The day was getting late, we decided to look for food and wrap it up. Eating at home is much better.

*****

Rice with tilapia fish side dish. Instantly I felt nauseous smelling this food. Soon I ran to the bathroom.

" Yuk..hueekk..." I spit out my stomach.

Mas Amal caught up with me, he nipped my neck.

After we were calm we went back to the table. I keep away the nasi and tilapia.

I took the white rice and sowed it with a little salt.

Mas Amal terplongo saw me so greedy to eat only using white rice and salt.

" O Allah, son, why bother Umi." Amal rubbed my flat stomach.

Ah, sosweet really mas... I am deeply moved by Amal's treatment of me. Not forgetting I take vitamins and milk for the fetus in my stomach.

*****

Today we were relaxing on the terrace. Mas Amal is enjoying a cup of warm sweet tea. While I enjoy a cup of milk pregnant women taste chocolate. In front of us there is jam bread as a snack stomach.

"Mas, Zahra's feeling funny." I opened our conversation this morning.

" Why is that?" Amal took a piece of bread and ate it.

" Zahra is big but still drinking milk." Saying again.

" It's okay dong, the most important thing for mas, you are healthy baby grandpa was healthy. Saying Amal while stroking my stomach.

" I can't wait to see you soon." Say Charity again.

" Eight months away." Reply spoiled.

While relaxing, suddenly there was a car parked in front of our yard.

Seeing the color, and the type and accessories of the car was like having om Iwan, not long after the door was opened, appeared the figure I missed. After I got married, I went to his house. Grandma!

I approached Grandma, hugged her tightly. It was great to see my grandmother visit our home.

Amal and I greeted my grandmother and let my grandmother and Iwan and Tamte Lydia in.

" Mall, take food in the car, yeah, in the basket." Aunt Lidya.

Mas Amal immediately took food in the car like the order of Aunt Lidya.

" Let's go, Zahra, get a drink." I walk in the kitchen but in the auntie prevent.

" Granny's been drinking, we're eating together. Grandma misses she wants to eat with her granddaughter so aunt and om bring your house.

" but..?" I didn't continue my words because I was embarrassed to be found out I haven't cooked.

" You bwlum cuisine? Don't worry about Auntie uda. Tuh Amal uda bring a basket.." replied aunty Lidya while pointing at Amal mass.

" Tan like this really fragrant, what's cooking tan?" Ask about Charity.

" Grandmother cooks for her favorite grandchild." Answer aunt Lidya

We also headed to the dining room.

Me and Aunt Lidya immediately moved the side dishes and rice and arranged them on the table.

" Sir, how do you know Zahra wants to eat Rendang?" I asked grandma.

" Oh yeah? Quickly from last night Grandma thought the same of you. Yes, let's try the hunt!" Grandma answered while spooning my rice and my little rendang.

" Eh Mal, Zuwita how are you? Do you have the right to take over, Zuwita? Om's sure that in court your ex-bini must have lost." Said Iwan opening the conversation.

Amal and I looked at each other. Should they also know who Zuwita really is?