True Said Mamah

Chapter 85

"What?" Anan did not believe what he heard.

"What did you.. said, Zidan? Try again!"

Zidan. He is confused how. He also cursed his stupidity.

"Zidan?"

Anan waited for Zidan to repeat his words.

"What to repeat? Didn't I think you were my sister from the beginning?" Zidan.

It's not that Zidan wouldn't say a fact about his relationship with Anan. However, he felt that this was not the right time.

Anan smiled thinly.

"Yes already. The point is, you don't get into trouble with him. He didn't do anything. He just apologized and regretted what he did. After all, I've forgiven him a long time ago too."

"Anan!" peekit Zidan's.

"Zidan!" Anan won't lose. He also shouted at Zidan.

"I beg you." Anan's voice was a bit raucous along with his two dewy neutrals.

"I want to live quietly. I don't want to add any more weight. I don't want to live in the shadows of the past."

Anan breathed deeply.

"Zidan, you can't grant me this request?!" please be accompanied by tears flowing.

Zidan clenched his hands together because he could not resist the wishes of his only dear sister.

"Alright, Nan. Your request I grant. I won't be fighting it anymore. I will try to forget my revenge on him. But remember, Nan! Once again he makes you cry, I won't let go!"

Anan nodded while smiling a little.

"Thank you, Zidan," he said.

Zidan could only stare sadly at Anan. He was really worried about the kindness that his brother had.

"It turns out Adji was right. It's only right that Adji is so worried about Anan," he murmured inwardly.

"Oh yes, Zidan. You saw my scarf, didn't you?" ask Anan.

"Okay, gross! Where are you, that scarf?" inner Zidan, trying to remember.

"You just calm down. I washed the scarf, it's just not dry yet. So I didn't bring it," Zidan lied.

"Hopefully Anan's scarf is the same papah," inner Zidan, hoped.

"Oh, so yeah. You brought rice, huh?"

Zidan smiled and prepared the food he brought into the container to give to Anan.

"I noticed, since you can't see, your sense of smell becomes sharper." Zidan tried to melt the atmosphere.

Anan frowned while remembering the truth of Zidan's words.

"What Zidan said was not wrong. But, I think this is still reasonable. Not strange," her inner.

Zidan brought a plate containing rice complete with side dishes. Then sit on the same bed as Anan.

"I bribe, huh?"

"No, Zidan. I can do it myself." Anan refused.

"can't. Especially today, I'm the one who bribed you" Zidan said.

Anan smiled as he nodded.

"Yes," he said.

Zidan began to feed a spoonful of rice into Anan's mouth. Zidan was very happy to do it. Sometimes he prays Anan when he wants to feed him food. Until Anan was made to laugh by her.

While engrossed in a joke, from behind the door, Officially appeared with a plastic bag containing cakes from the Mamah Yati store.

Unknowingly, Rasmi dropped the bag on the floor making Zidan and Anan turn their heads.

"Official?" greet Zidan.

Rework and immediately take back the bag he accidentally dropped.

"L-yes, sorry to bother you. I-I just want to deliver this," the official stuttered and placed the plastic bag on the table.

"Yes, you guys go on. I'm sorry."

The official left the room without waiting for Zidan and Anan's approval.

Zidan realized there was something wrong with official behavior. However, Zidan is a man who is very sensitive to his loved ones.

Zidan stood up and kept Anan's dinner plate on the nightstand.

"What's up, Zidan? Where are you going?" ask Anan.

"I just remembered, in this jam I have an appointment."

"Oh. Then go!"

"But you're on your own," worried Zidan who rethinks to leave Anan alone.

"It's okay. Maybe soon mamah will come," said Anan.

"All right, I'm leaving, yeah."

Zidan leaves Anan and runs after Rasmi.

"Hopefully the Official is not far away," said Zidan muttering.

"Wait, Official!" intercept Zidan.

Officially stopped its activity, and only pecked while occasionally sobbing.

"You crying?" zidan asked as soon as he was behind Rasmi. Slowly Zidan walked in front of the Official.

"Why is my brother here? Brother should have accompanied Anan. Why pursue the Official?"

Zidan sighed.

"You jealous?" tanyanya, cringing.

Instantly the official raised his face.

"For what is Official jealousy? After all, we have nothing to do with it" he said.

Zidan squinted his manic, "Then, what are you acting like this for?"

"I-I... ." Confused what to answer.

Zidan grabbed both Official shoulders and looked at him fixedly.

"Official, I know how you feel right now. And I got it. It's true that I never said love to you, but even so, I'm sure you can feel it. I don't want to ask you out. Because I don't want us to sin. We just have to keep our feelings. Until the time comes, God unites us both in the sacred bond of marriage. You want to wait for that day to come?"

Rasmi's face turned bright and slightly blushed in embarrassment at Zidan's words.

"The official wants, Brother," he said, nodding.

"Regarding Anan, you don't need to be jealous. Because you don't deserve that."

The Official Turn that frowned and stared inside Zidan.

"Why, Brother? Isn't Anan's sister also a woman, the same as Rasmi?" his protest.

"But Anan is different."

The official looked deeper into the man standing before him. Scrutinizing the truth behind the two beads of men he liked at this moment.

"Please, don't look at me like that! It's not what you think."

"What am I thinking?!" official Exclamation, ask.

"Please, don't make this complicated! Just be patient for a second. I'm sure you'll understand" asked Zidan, to be clear.

"Alright, it's up to Brother," said the official who rushed on his motor matic and turned on the engine.

"Official, you don't believe me?"

But officially propel the motor. Don't mind Zidan's questions.

Zidan took a long breath.

"One day, you will understand, Rasmi," murmured Zidan, staring at the departure of Rasmi until he was not seen again.

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Two days later.

Arya's cell phone lying on the table rang. Arya who was busy in her study just took a quick glance and then resumed her work. He refused to answer his mother's call. Because he was sure, his mother would only discuss his betrothal, he thought.

Arya's phone rings again, but this is the third time. He was also forced to answer the call.

"Huh... ."

"You want to fight Mamih, huh? You don't fuck Arya! Later on, you!"

Furious, madam Clara interrupted Arya. He was also upset that he felt neglected by his own son.

"What's up, Mih? If Mamih calls Arya just to talk about arranged marriages, sorry, Arya is busy, Mih," said Arya.

"Eh.. baby! You're talking about that, anyway?!" Madam Clara spoke softly.

"But this isn't Lexa, you know. She's prettier and better than Lexa."

"I mean Mamih, richer, is that it?!" sela Arya who was getting irritated.

"Well, you know very well, honey. Mamih is sure you will love Maya. She's a nice, pretty, smart girl again. Anyway, Maya is more than Lexa. You must immediately like to meet her," explained Madam Clara enthusiastically with her towering confidence.

"Sorry, Mih. But Arya won't."

Arya's refusal does not necessarily dampen the spirit of Madame Clara.

"Why not, honey? Maya is a good girl. And you certainly won't regret starting a relationship with her" said Ms. Clara, trying to convince her son.

"If there's no more, Arya shut up, Mih. Arya's busy."

The connection was also cut.

"stupid again?"

Dimas' question made Arya look over.

"When did you sit there?"

"So right, you were betrothed again? This time with the girl from which company?"

Arya simply shrugged both of her shoulders in response. However, Dimas could understand that.

"Oh yeah, this is the file you asked to investigate." Dimas handed over a large brown envelope and was immediately received by Arya.

Without wasting time, Arya opened the big brown envelope and took out the contents.

Arya read carefully sheet by sheet of paper in her hand. A few seconds later, Arya's face changed. It seems clear that Arya does not believe what she reads.