Alin and Hazar
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The whole family was gathered in Hazar's study. Tomi's grandfather, Papa Adi, Mama Rosa, Papa Haris, and Aunt Fatma were also asked by Hazar to take part in the early-morning talks.

After a while they had gone through a tense moment.

Waiting for an obstetrician who is doing several checks on Alin who is still unconscious since it was rescued from the brink.

Although anxious everyone still feels grateful because Alin can still be saved before actually reaching the brink. The second suicide attempt was carried out by Alin.

“Nona Alin and the baby are fine, Mr.”, said the doctor after completing an examination on Alin.

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Mama Rosa came straight to bed. While crying he stroked and kissed Alin on the forehead. “Impard Mama. Because it took too long to find you.” Wailing.

Meanwhile, not far from where Alin lay, precisely standing behind Papa Haris, about two meters from the bed. Aunt Fatma could only stare at Alin wistfully. The middle-aged woman was incessantly crying. I want it to feel like he was squandering around hugging that weak lying body. Leaving many kisses on that pale and bruised face. But what does he mean in this place. He's just a waiter in this house.

“But it's good if we do the examination in the hospital. So that we know for sure how the condition of Miss Alin's womb, Mr.” the bright Doctor looked at Papa Haris who was standing next to Hazar.

“Hmmm... prepare everything. Tomorrow he'll take me to the hospital.” Papa Haris invited the middle-aged female Physician to come out of the room. Mama Rosa follows her iron steps to get out, leaving Hazar and Alin there. With a heavy heart, Aunt Fatma was forced to leave Alin's room.

Hazar stayed in the room long enough to look at the wife lying limp on the bed, with a mind that was glaring somewhere. Hazar let out a long, heavy sigh before moving out of the room.

“Auntie, come to my workspace,”

Aunt Fatma's head immediately lifted. He looked in disbelief at Hazar. Did he hear wrong? Or has he done something wrong? He'll just stay here, he won't ask permission to come in and see Miss Alin. His chance was more than enough. He won't be greedy, he'll just wait out here, afraid in case Miss Alin needs anything.

“Alin is fine,” Hazar is like looking at the anxiety of Aunt Fatma's facial features. “Aibi should come to my work space. Mom and Dad will be there too. Aunt Yona who will keep Alin here.”

“Ba-good, Mr.”

Hazar stared one by one at the faces of the people gathered in his study. It was now three in the morning and they were all equally as yet no one could rest. Everything looks tired and dull. Everything looks the same. Everyone was quiet and busy with their own thoughts.

Hazar put a brown envelope on the table. He remained silent for a long time. To make everyone more curious about the contents of the envelope.

“Alin request divorce,”

Hazar's words managed to make everyone gasp in shock.

Seconds later came the sound of Mama Rosa's stuffing that filled the silence.

Tomi's grandfathers, Papa Adi and Papa Haris remained silent and did not react. While Aunt Fatma looked empty. I don't know what he's thinking. But seconds later his tears fell unstoppably. He hurriedly wiped his tears. “Nona Diana...” battery slim. Aunt Fatma repeatedly wiped her tears that kept falling. His chest felt as tight as being squeezed by a large stone. She bit her lips hard. Trying not to make a sound. Because he realized, he was no one in the middle of the gathering.

“Then... what's your decision?” grandpa Tomi's voice broke the silence created. All eyes were on Hazar. Expecting answers.

Instead of answering Grandpa Tomi's question, Hazar puts his phone on the table. “Yesterday Alin also sent me a voicemail.”

“I left something in the drawer of the worktable, Brother. I hope Big Brother will sign it right away after finding the letter.”

“When Brother once asked, have I ever been happy with this marriage? Answer no! I have never been happy with this marriage. The days I spent nothing changed. It was the same when I was alone, before we got married. I must live with great pressure, and I must obey the Master who feeds me. Heh,” Alin sounded a discordant laugh. “If you think I'm almost the same as a pet. I must remain obedient so that you continue to feed.”

“I really hate Grandpa Setyo and Papa Haris. I think Brother already knows that. After some time knowing Brother, I began to know that Brother is the same person as Papa and my Grandfather. And there's no reason for me not to hate Big Brother.”

“About this child.. I will give it to Brother if he is born later. So. divorce me. Brother once said that time that Brother will set me free, if I give Brother a child.”

“And one more, Don't look for me! After this child is born, I will hand it over to Brother myself. Brother need not worry. I won't demand anything from Brother.”

“Send my apologies to Grandpa Tomi, Papa Adi, and Mama Rosa. I lied to them a lot. I also thank them. Because I can feel what it's like to have a family. Don't tell them about this pregnancy. For the last time, can you lie to me? They'd hate me so much if they knew I'd been lying all this time. Don't tell them until this child is born.”

“Do not, Sir!” aunt Fatma suddenly cried. Everyone was shocked to see Aunt Fatma suddenly kneeling on the floor. “Do not, Sir. Don't divorce Miss Alin..” lamented her pleading.

Papa Adi let out a long sigh, he looked up so that the tears that had accumulated in his eye patch did not spill. The marriage of his son is endless.

As if understanding, Karin approached and helped Aunt Fatma to sit back in her place earlier.

Aunt Fatma rubbed both of her cheeks quickly. “Sorry, Mr.” Thing's chattering. Before returning to his voice, Aunt Fatma looked at Papa Haris, seconds later she was bowed again. “I'm sorry Miss Alin, Sir. Miss Alin is actually also very loving, you. It's just that he doesn't know that. Sir, and Madam must have known what Miss Alin's childhood was like. His life was too dark to see, and to know what love and affection were. Because he exaggerated his hatred for Mr. Setyo and Mr. Haris, he considered all men the same. It has been stopped since he was five years old. His mind was still the same as that of a toddler. He just wants freedom. Free from the adults who have shackled him.” Both of Aunt Fatma's hands stored above her knees were clenched tightly. Dictating the story of Alin's life made his heart ache. He who watches it is this broken. Then... What about little Alin?

Puk! Puk! Puk! Powerless to endure the pain and tightness, Aunt Fatma hit her chest firmly. It's getting sobbing and sobbing. “Give Miss Alin time to find out what exactly she expected, Sir. Give him time to understand his own feelings. I'm sorry Miss Alin, sir. Forgive her. Please just give him a minute, Mr.”

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Alin blinked his eyes. His head felt dizzy, he also felt pain in his left arm. Grimacing, Alin looked around.

The chamber? How could he be in Hazar's room?

The abyss! Yes, the memory of the last time he was in front of the ravine and there was someone who was screaming calling his name. Is that Hazar's sister?

Alin's eyes immediately puffed up as he recalled the early morning incident that day. His hand immediately raised to touch his stomach. “Is he still there?” Alin got up and got out of bed. Because so panicked Alin immediately ran out of the room and down the stairs. Alin stopped his steps when he saw Aunt Yona and a servant waiting for him in front of the stairs.

“Good morning, Miss!” greet Aunt Yona.

“August?” Alin's forehead looked wrinkled. “Aibi now what day?” tanyakanya.

“Now Saturday, Miss.”

“Saturday! So... did I fall asleep for a day?” muttered Alin. Alin touched his stomach. His mouth was open about to ask Aunt Yona again, but he closed. This is not the time to ask someone else about her pregnancy. It would look bad to ask someone else after what he did yesterday in front of the abyss.

Alin looked around, the big house felt empty, there were only three of them there.

“Are you looking for Mr Hazar, Miss?” aunt Yona asked as if she knew what Alin was thinking.

“Hmmm..” Alin nodded.

“Master is in his study, Miss. Can I take you there, Miss?”

“Ti-no need, Aunty!” Answer Alin quickly. “A-I'll go upstairs first.” Alin immediately turned around and went back up the stairs.

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Alin sat down on the side of the bed restlessly. He is still confused as to what really happened. Why does everything feel calm. It was as if yesterday was just a nightmare he had in his sleep.

“The baby is still here!” Mumbled Alin confidently while touching his stomach. Because he didn't feel any pain there. From what he knew in college, people will feel pain for at least a few days if they have had a miscarriage. And he doesn't feel anything here. “Ah! Secretary Jon!” Alin suddenly remembered that Secretary of his Grandfather. That night, Secretary Jon was there. “Where is my phone?” muttered Alin while looking for his phone.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Alin stopped his activities. “Log in!” he shouted while looking at the door that was still closed. “What's up, Aunty?” alin asked when Aunt Yona had been standing in the frame of the room door.

“Nona, now it's time for breakfast. Mr. Hazar is waiting in the dining room.”

“Alright, I'll go down.”

Alin closed his eyes, his head was throbbing again. He was still confused by what happened yesterday. If the incident was real, how could Sister Hazar still be nice to her. Obviously yesterday she sent a voice message containing a threat to her husband. Sister Hazar should be furious right now.

“Aarrrgghhh..!” Alin ruffled his hair. “Where is that fucking phone? Why should he be lost in times like these!?” racau Alin's.

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