Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 36

Grandma, how do you know that 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?

I have no right to tell stories. Let Mas Adzam open up his personal problems to my family.

" How are you quiet? If you don't want to talk about it yet, don't make it Mal, relax." Om iwan patted Amal's shoulder.

Me and Adzam smiled.

Maybe for Amal's people it's not time they knew who Zuwita really was.

***

It's noon, grandma and auntie are home too. Now there is only me and Amal. We were relaxing in the room. The plan is we will rest.

But the ring on Amal's cell phone rang.

" Lift that!"

Because there was permission from the husband, I finally took a mass mobile phone Amal.

" No name for you? How's it?"

I asked for consideration of Amal.

" Let's just that."

Amal began to close his eyes.

Charity's phone is ringing again

Still with the same number.

" She seems important." I gave the phone to Amal.

He pressed the green phone mark and danced it in the ear.

" Assalamu'alaikum.." Amal said hello.

I am still sitting next to Amal. Curiosity is so stirring in my heart.

" What? The infirmary? How can?" The voice of Amal is rising.

" Okay, I'll be right there, you send me the address now."

Phone connection disconnected. Amal rubbed his forehead.

" Who is mas?" Askaqua.

" Zuwita is sick, which. Immediately prepare. We're there now."

Without asking again I immediately changed clothes and prepared clothes just in case we could not go home later.

We are now on the journey. The hospital address has also been sent by his mother Zuwita.

After two hours, we finally arrived at the hospital

Mas Amal called Sabrina, but Sabrina was waiting at the hospital door.

If faced with Sabrina my appearance is far below the level. Sabrina is almost perfect, with smooth white skin. I'm sure the treatment must have been expensive.

Mas Amal and Sabrina walked side by side, while I was behind them. If it comes to Zuwita, I have to give up. Because what Zuwita needs right now is the wholeness of his parents even though mass Amal is not the biological father of Zuwita.

We entered the room where Zuwita was being treated. The little boy rolled weakly with his hands in pairs of infusions.

Amal approached his beloved son. Zuwita seemed to know our arrival.

" Dad..." Call Zuwita slowly.

My eyes condensed watching the weakly lying Zuwita.

Nanny Zuwita gave me a place. I rubbed the sweet boy's head.

" What pain do you have, baby?"

He just kept staring at me.

" Sir, what is Zuwita sick?"

I asked Sabrina politely.

Instead of answering, he looked at me cynically.

" At first how?" Ask about Charity.

Amal and I were both confused by Zuwita's condition.

" Yesterday had a fever, Zuwita kept diarrhea, sir." Nanny Zuwita told us.

" Did Zuwita drink stale milk?"

The nanny shook in fear.

While Sabrina intimidated Zuwita's nanny through her sharp eyes.

We're waiting for the doctor who treated Zuwita. I'm still sitting next to Zuwita. I occasionally feed him porridge. He looked hungry, like he was hungry.

What happened to you, Zuwita?

Did Sabrina torture Zuwita? Ah, why do I think so badly of Sabrina? Sabrina is her real mother, a biological mother would not torture her own child.

But.it's not wrong if I check Zuwita's limbs.

I pretended to hold Zuwita Diaper, The diaper was already full.

" Mom, Zuwita's diaper is there? This one looks like it's full." I started to open Zuwita's pants, this little boy whimpering in pain.

Bad thoughts filled my head.

" Don't touch my son, he's already got his nanny. You do not need to bother especially just to seek attention from the mass charity."

Sabrina's words almost ignited my emotions.

" I'm Zuwita's mother, before she was with you, Zuwita slept in my arms."

I deliberately insinuated Sabrina so as not to be arrogant anymore.

When I opened Zuwita's diaper I got a bruise on the back of this boy.

" Oh my God...!"

The suddenness of my words made the Amal people approach me.

" What's up?" Ask about Charity.

I showed the bruised part to Amal's mass.

Amal's mass face turned hard and tense. His hands clenched like he was holding back anger.

I re-opened Zuwita's shirt, I'm sure there's still a lot to be revealed. Sure enough, when my hand touched his arm, Zuwita came back crying.

There were two bluish bruises, it looked like pinch marks.

This child has a fever.

I again showed the bruised part on Zuwita's body.

" You hurt Zuwita?" Without further ado Amal attacked Sabrina who was sitting on the sofa.

" Don't accuse me!" Sabrina approached me and wanted to hit me, but was immediately blocked by Amal's mass.

" Basic*****, seductress husband people and now you want to be a bad luck hero?" Sabrina is possessed.

If I judge Sabrina it seems like she was intentional so we wouldn't focus on Zuwita.

Mas Amal held sabrina's hand tightly.

" What happened to my daughter? How dare you hurt my daughter? If you can't take care of him, give it back to me! I'll take care of her full of affection." Charity is full of emotions.

" If you don't want this to get to the police, please leave this place. Don't ever touch my daughter, or I'll report you to the police and I'll make sure you're behind bars." Threaten Amal to sabrina. In the next instant, Adzam pushed the sabrina until he stared at the wall.

Feeling guilty, Sabrina and Zuwita's nanny leave the hospital.

Mas Amal hugged the weak-looking Zuwita. Mas Amal is very fond of Zuwita, even he did not want anyone to hurt Zuwita.

" Don't be afraid, baby, your father and mother will always be by your side. I won't let you be cared for by them anymore dear." The mass whisper of Amal in the ears of our daughter.

And tonight we stayed up guarding Zuwita, occasionally delirious until I had to hug him until he felt calm.

It's a pity that Zuwita, even living with his birth mother doesn't make him feel safe.

What is the heart of Sabrina? Not even a mother animal will ever eat her own child.

****

After three days in the hospital, Zuwita was finally declared cured by a doctor. I prepared all the Zuwita's equipment. There is a sense of pleasure that Zuwita will be staying with us again.

The cost of Zuwita's medicine has been completed by the Amal mass.

Mas Amal carrying a bag while I hold Zuwita.

When going to the car park, we were stopped by the Sabrina family. Mas Amal told me to get into the car after he had previously turned on the car and Ac so we did not overheat.

Furthermore, Amal met Sabrina as well as the former in-laws of Amal mass.

It seems they are having a heated argument. After ten minutes of waiting, Amal finally got into the car.

He drove our car at high speed.

" Well, if the emotion stops!" I started to get scared in the car.

Amal complied with my request. He stopped his car on the side of the road.

" Dad.."

Amal hit the driver of the car, to my surprise.

" Patience to you!" Those are the only words I can say to make Amal's mass a little calmer.

" It hurts so bad, Zah. They still intend to take Zuwita and take care of Zuwita."

***

We arrived home with Zuwita. This house feels more crowded.

Mas Amal called mama, told her that Zuwita was now living with us. Mama also plans to take a bus today. He said he missed his granddaughter.

Now every day I always try to wear the same clothes with Zuwita, very pleasant my days. In addition, soon I will give birth and estimated male gender.

O Allah, may our family be a family of peace to the warahmah of the Hereafter. Amens...