Alin and Hazar
CHAPTER 45

A large two-storied house, with a spacious courtyard, and there are several children's toy rides there. Surrounded by several fruit trees, such as mango, guava and star fruit. There are three cars covered by a body cover parked in front of the house. And a white cloth that looks to cover something behind it.

“What is this place?!” alin asked as he got out of the car. Because of his high mood at Hazar everything seems complicated and chaotic by him. “Do I have to walk across this vast page?” Alin had complained, but he only had to walk a hundred meters.

“Why don't you drop me in front there!” spray Alin when he saw Bobi also came down from the car and stood not far from him.

“Nona we should go in now,” said Aunt Fatma while holding Alin's hand to enter the yard of the house. Karin and Bobi followed behind.

“Then what about Auntie's mother?”

“We can get there after this,”

“Cih... I hate Hazar! Always bothering people and doing as they please,” Alin continues to grieve along the way.

Alin shriveled further when he saw Hazar, who was also crossing the courtyard, stepping closer to him.

“You've arrived,” welcome Hazar upon seeing Alin's arrival. Now they stand right in the middle of the courtyard of the house.

“According to Sister!” ketus Alin, he had already folded both his hands. Staring cynically at Hazar.

Hazar chuckled at Alin's face that looked wrinkled. “Why are you always like this,” Hazar ruffled Alin's hair.

Alin brushed Hazar's hand off his head.

“Ck... what the hell is!” rutu Alin while fixing his hair. “What is this place?” continued.

“You will know soon,” Hazar pulls Alin's hand, putting Alin standing right in front of him. He who was now behind Alin wrapped his hands around Alin's waist. They both looked straight at the house. “Are you ready?” ask Hazar.

“Second brother! It's very embarrassing,” Alin said.

“Not anyone here. Why you should be ashamed.”

Alin looked around. It's true that only the two of them live there. Aunt Fatma, Karin and Bobi went nowhere.

“Where are they?” ask Alin astonishment.

“Don't mind them!” Hazar turned Alin's face to look straight ahead.

“Happy birthday dear...” said Hazar in Alin's ear.

Alin had not yet realized from Hazar's words just now, he was again surprised by the white cloth that slowly unfolded and showed off the writing... ♡MAMA STOPOVER HOME DIANA♡

Alin looked up, feeling like this was just a dream.

It still feels like a dream. But the tears flowing down her cheeks felt very real. Suddenly he was speechless, his throat was dry and arid.Even the tightness in his chest now made it difficult to breathe.

Hazar spins Alin's body facing him. Bringing that stiff body into his arms.

Alin could no longer hold tightness in his chest until his cries broke.

Hazar patted the delicate back of Alin. His wife's cry did not stop. Her front clothes had been soaked by Alin's tears. But he still let it go and did not intend to silence the cry.

Once upon a time, on Alin's sixth birthday, Aunt Fatma gave her a diary of Mama Diana. Pink cover book with the words ♡Princess Alin♡. Half of the book tells the story of Mama Diana as a girl, before marrying Papa Haris. And the other half contains the story and dreams of Mama Diana for the three of them, Papa, Mama and Alin in the future.

Making a halfway house is one of the dreams of Mama Diana when she was a medical student. But that dream wasn't realized when Mama Diana was alive. Alin also dreamed of making it happen. But, Alin did not want to use the money of Brother or Papa that he hated so much. Alin wants to realize his Mama's dream with money from his own hard work, because until now he still can not set up a halfway house for his mother, Mama, because he was always in the restraints of his grandfather and his father.

***

Slowly Alin's cry had turned into a sob. Hazar pulled Alin's face from his arms. Hazar wiped the rest of Alin's tears, then left a kiss on his wife's forehead.

Hazar lifts Alin's body, takes him inside the house. Isakan Alin was still heard accompanied by the sound of snot drag once in a while.

Upon entering the house, they were immediately presented by a wide expanse of the house, with dozens of doors lined up on their right, only two doors on the left side, with only two doors on the left side, and a neatly arranged row of sofas looks like a loby of a luxury hotel.

“Minum..” Hazar thrust a bottle of mineral water at Alin, after sitting his wife on the sofa.

Hazar rested Alin's head against his chest, with one hand stroking Alin's head.

Two servants were seen coming out of the door on the left side. They bowed to Hazar and continued to walk out of the house.

Hazar was back with Alin. “Where are you?” alin was confused.

Hazar lays Alin's body on the bed, then lies down next to Alin.

“Sleep,” said Hazar tightened his arms on Alin's body, and buried his lips in Alin's head.

*

Half an hour later Hazar came back out of the room, after making sure Alin slept comfortably.

Hazar came out of the room with a chest, because the clothes he was wearing had been wet by Alin's tears. When he opened the door, Bobi was waiting for him there. Bobi held out a bag of towels and Hazar's clothes.

“Doctor Wira is waiting for you, Mr.” said Bobi.

Hazar can see Wira sitting alone on the sofa closest to the entrance.

“Thank you,” Hazar took his clothes out of the bag, handed the bag back to Bobi. Hazar walked back and put his clothes on.

Their faces were both the same. The hero did not stand up to welcome Hazar. He sat on his feet comfortably.

Hazar sits on the sofa facing Wira, just a glass table that makes a distance between them now. Their eyes stared at each other intently, there was no sign of hospitality between the two.

Bobi put a map on the table in front of Wira.

The hero only glanced at the map for a moment. Then I looked back at Hazar. “What business did you call me here?” ask Wira. His tone was still less friendly, but it was more polite than last night.

“Read..” Hazar pointed at the map with his eyes.

Wira laughs discordantly back put the map to the table. After he finished reading the offer letter of cooperation to manage the halfway house of Mama Diana. “What you were not told by Mr. Setyo, if I have been moved to a distant place,”.

Hazar frowned. “You mean?” tanyakanya.

“Perhaps a punishment, from last night's incident,” Wira pulled one corner of her lips. “And today is my last day in this city. But, not the last day for me to see Alin. Can I see Alin before I go?” ask Wira.

Hazar narrowed his eyes looking at Wira more sharply. “So... will you go?!”

“Yes! Because I have not been too strong to refute Mr. Setyo.”

“So... You were forced?!”

“Not forced. I'm just going with the flow and keep walking on a safe path.”

Hazar chuckles. “You don't need to see my wife right now. Just tell me you agree with that,” Hazar pointed to the map. “Maybe you can see him every day.” continued Hazar.

The hero leaned his back. I looked doubtfully at Hazar. “You are sure... with what you said just now?” heroes Print.

“Your problems with Grandpa Setyo will be dealt with. You just have to approve the contents of the letter.” Hazar said.

“Are you not wrong about this one too?! Are you not afraid, your business marriage may be coming to an end, with me next to Alin. Ah... What I mean by you here is you and Mr. Setyo.”

Hazar was silent in his place. He looks still confused to digest the speech of the Hero just now. His eyes were still staring at Wira sharply.

“You speak as if to say, that my marriage to Alin is a contract of cooperation.” Hazar stared in dislike at Wira.

“Yes! Isn't that right?” Wira still gives a grin to Hazar.

“As far as you want to be prejudiced like that. All you need to know is that Alin is still my wife. And you should never cross your boundaries which is the person for him.”

“For now I am a stranger. We don't know for the future.”

“My goal is choosing you to take care of this halfway house also includes that. I was also wondering if you could take Alin away from me.” Hazar said.

“Alright... I will accept this offer.” The hero stood up from his seat. “Mr Setyo's business will also be handed over to you. Excuse me,” said Wira then passed away.

When he arrived at the door, Wira turned her body back. “In your business world, what do you call a place to produce an item?” ask Wira.

Hazar frowned. Not because he did not understand the question of the Hero, Hazar was just predicting where the direction of the question of the Hero just now.

“You mean factory!”

“Hmmm...maybe!" Hero grins. "What would you do if the factory could not produce the goods you want... Are you guys gonna throw it away?” The hero asked back.