Wife To Brutal Young Master

Zio's Promise

Looking at the grieving Zio, Salsa approached her. He sat cross-legged in front of the son while rubbing the top of his head.

"Why Nak?" ask soft Salsa.

Zio was just silent with his lips shaking violently, holding back his cries.

"Dear, why? Is the food not good?" ask Salsa again.

Zio shook his head weakly.

"Then why? Why are you sad?"

"Can I go?" lirih Zio raised her face.

Salsa was stunned with teary eyes. He could not imagine that his son would leave again.

"Is Zio going to leave Mother again?" salsa asked in a trembling voice, accompanied by her falling clear liquid onto her cheeks that she could not stand anymore.

Really, Zio felt put in a difficult position. He is confused between having to go find his sister or survive living with biological parents he just met.

"Break evil! Why does Abang always make Mother cry," Pekik Zia while removing Salsa tears.

Again, Zio was just silent with his face down. His heart was sad when he saw this woman in front of him crying.

"No, I'm not leaving" Zio half-whispered. Even that sentence he said without lifting his face.

But Salsa didn't really hear what her son said. He's still crying.

"Why are you still crying! I didn't say I wasn't going!" zio said in a high voice.

As if not believing what he heard, Salsa asked Zio to say the sentence again.

"Yes, I'm not leaving!" zio said and then looked back down.

Salsa smiled happily, looked at the son and hugged him.

"Promise with Mother. Zio will never leave Mother again" Salsa cried again to embrace Zio's body. This time it is not a cry of sadness, but a cry of haru, because it feels happy.

"Yes, don't cry anymore" said Zio trying to break Salsa's embrace.

The child feels awkward in situations like this.

"Mother Adek also wants to be hugged," Zia whined for a hug as well.

"Here dear," Salsa stretched out her two hands.

***

For a whole day Joshua had been around the city, but he could not find Rain. In the afternoon, he finally decided to go home.

After parking the motor, he knocked on the door of the house.

Tok

Tok

Tok

Before long, the door was opened by Zakir from inside.

"Sorry Kir, I did not find the boy" said Yos, who was still standing at the door.

Zakir stepped in. Without saying a word, the tall man immediately threw his seat on the sofa.

"Sorry Kir" said Yos, seeing sorrow on his friend's face.

"It is Yos, it is not your fault either" said Zakir. for a moment he quietly exhaled a rough breath. "But, you still want to take care of this girl, as long as I go to town B," Zakir said.

"Sorry Kir, I don't want to. You just know my own work. Sometimes working day, sometimes working night. Who's gonna look after this girl if I work?" yos said, then looked up into the room.

Zakir leaned against the couch, looking at Carla who was asleep on the couch.

Looks like I'm gonna have to take you back to town B, son. 

****

Her night.

Zio sobbed in the corner of the room. His body was curled up on the floor of that luxurious room. Missing Carla he could not bear. Every now and then her tiny lips called and called Carla's name. He felt alone, there was no happiness he felt.

Morning came too.

Salsa just woke up. Lansung got up from the bed. But, as he crawled down from the bed a hand coiled in the belly of his queen.

"Where are you, baby?" Zidan cradled Salsa's body to lay her on the bed.

"Mas, I'm going to the children's room" Salsa protested.

"Honey, it seems, they have time to have a sister," replied Zidan who increasingly tightened his embrace on the wife.

Salsa looked at her face to the side. Seeing the face of the husband who smirked pervertedly.

"Yes, but not now. Now I have to go to my children's room" Salsa replied and released her husband's burly hand.

Zidan smiled, looking at Salsa's back who was about to enter the bathroom. He felt happy, seeing the wife who was excited again. Not like the days before.

Not long after, Salsa came out of the bathroom. Seeing Zidan smiling at him, made him frown.

"Why smile at yourself?" salsa looked in wonder.

Zidan. But the smile on his face did not disappear.

"What's going to the office today?" ask Salsa.

"Dear, this morning there was an important meeting" replied Zidan who was still lying in bed.

"Well," Salsa then walked over to the wardrobe, to prepare the clothes that her husband would use later to the office.

After that, Salsa came out. Heading to Rain's room, next to his. She did not go to Zia's room, because her daughter had a personal nanny, who would help prepare her needs until she left school.

Actually, that's not his will. But it was Zidan's will that he couldn't prevent. Zidan did not want his wife to be exhausted. Even so, Salsa was also the ordinary who prepared all the needs of her daughter.

In Zio's room. Salsa did not see her son in bed. The bed looks neat. No tangles at all.

Salsa continued to step towards the bathroom with quick steps. Anxiety was again seen on his face. Worried if the son leaves again.

"Astaghfirullah's. Zio, why are you sleeping on the floor?" Salsa stepped quickly closer to Zio who was sleeping on the floor. He squatted down, rubbing his son's cheek gently.

"Zio, wake up baby,"

Zio squirmed, as his eyes opened, he immediately sat down to find Salsa there.

"Why did Zio sleep here?" salsa asked full of gentleness.

Zio did not dare to stare at this gentle woman before him. He still feels awkward. Don't know how to behave.

"Zio, can't you hear Mommy?"

Zio nodded slowly.

"Why did Zio sleep on the floor?" ask Salsa again.

"I'm used to it" Zio replied coldly without seeing Salsa right in front of him. The boy's face just looked down.

"If now Mother forbid Zio to sleep on the floor. Does Zio want to obey?"

Zio nodded weakly.

"Well, now Zio has to promise not to sleep on the floor anymore. It's Zio's bed, and everything in this room belongs to Zio," Salsa said, staring fixedly at Zio's lowered face.

"Yes, already, now Zio's taking a shower. Soon we will have breakfast together below" Salsa said, helping Zio stand up.

"Can I get someone to stay here?" ask Zio before stepping.