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Farzan was so surprised by what Sandra said, that he stood up and made her look at him.

“What do you mean?” asked Farzan with an unhappy expression.

Sandra was surprised that Farzan looked so angry that she realized she had mispronounced him.

“Bu-not so, Zan. I just felt that maybe your mother's choice was the best one for you,” Sandra explained.

Farzan took a breath while turning his face, then looked back at Sandra.

“The best for my parents, not necessarily the best for me,” said Farzan.

“Why are you suddenly talking like that? Is there something you're hiding from me? Suddenly wanted to go back home, then talk about the good and not for me. What's up?” tanya Farzan suddenly felt suspicious, looked at Sandra until their views met.

Sandra was seen excited to hear Farzan's question, to choose to shake her head and look down at the food at the table.

Farzan looked strangely at his lover, then both palms rested on the table and leaned slightly forward.

“San, what's up? You don't want a story?” ask Farzan again trying to figure it out.

Sandra shook her head, not wanting to tell the story for fear that there was a feud between Anisa and Farzan. He did not want to increase sin by being a trigger for the mother and child to fight.

Farzan saw Sandra not being honest with him, until the man spoke in a slightly high tone.

“What is this our relationship? Just a status word but don't want to be open to each other and share problems? Do you really not consider me and accept me also because of being forced?” asked Farzan with a letter of disappointment in the face.

Sandra was surprised to hear Farzan say, to look at the man while shaking her head quickly.

“Not like that, I just ...” Sandra stopped her speech, confused about how to talk to Farzan.

Farzan smiled wryly, then pulled both hands off the table.

The man suddenly left the dining table, then walked quickly to the front. Sandra was so surprised by what Farzan did, that she immediately stood up and chased after the man.

“Farzan, wait!” Sandra called but Farzan kept swinging steps.

Farzan did not listen to Sandra's call, kept walking and grabbed the suit lying on the back of the sofa. He was ready to grab the doorknob, until his arm was pulled by Sandra.

Sandra pulled Farzan's hand out so she wouldn't leave, inexplicably saddened when the man just left in anger.

“You don't trust me, why speak again? You said if it wasn't worth it to me, it was like I was a man no one could reach. I accept you as you are, is that not enough?” tanya Farzan expressed her disappointment.

Sandra knew that Farzan must be disappointed because he was silent, but he was just keeping a lot of people feeling. In order to dampen the man's anger, Sandra immediately hugged, wrapping both hands around the man's waist to keep Farzan from leaving.

“I know, I just feel bad for you,” Sandra shrieked as she leaned her head against the man's chest. “I really have no other intent,” he added.

Both of Farzan's hands were still at his side, even as Sandra hugged him slightly up her head. Until Farzan took a deep breath and sighed slowly, trying to regulate the emotions that suddenly just wanted to overflow.

Farzan returned Sandra's embrace, then placed his chin on her head.

“Never say if you are not worthy,” pinta Farzan.

Sandra just nodded while closing her eyes.

“What is best for me, only I can choose it, so don't also say if my family's choice is the best,” said Farzan again and again get a nod from Sandra.

Farzan took off the hug, and so did Sandra. The two stood looking at each other, until Farzan reached out and gently rubbed Sandra's hair.

“You are my best choice, no one can judge you are worthy or not other than me. Even if my parents were against it, I wouldn't care, because to me you're all I want, okay?”

Sandra only nodded as Farzan spoke, until he had unwittingly touched the surface of their lips. Sandra was very surprised by what Farzan did, but also could not dodge until finally choosing to close her eyes when her lover sipped her lips so deeply.