Auristela (Mu'Alaf Beautiful)
Veridically

"Mas Al, there's a call from Marsya's mother." Haris came to bring Hp who was connected to Marsya.

Al closed the car door after putting Rizki in a comfortable sitting position. Then, he took over the HP from Haris' hands. "Asaalamualaikum, what's wrong?" Ask Al to the point. He's lazy to go stale with Marsya.

"Return Rizki. He's my son." Marsya's shout made Al's ears hurt to hear him so he kind of kept HP away from his ears.

"I'll return Kiki when she whines to see you. Right now he doesn't even remember you one bit." Al told me the truth.

"I hate you Al. I hate you." His screams trembled, and Al heard his voice that began to sob.

"I just borrowed Kiki briefly Marsya. For two months I couldn't see him. So, let me be with Kiki for the next two months. Let's be fair, right."

"You really don't have feelings, Al. But you separated a nursing baby from its mother." Said emphasized.

"You think I don't know as long as you're married to Kelvin, you don't give Kiki your milk anymore." Al's voice sounded a bit loud. He is ignited by Marsya's behavior towards Kiki.

"I'm pregnant with Al. I'm sometimes soaked, not feeling well. So, my milk can't come out normally like it used to. You should understand that, Al." Ask for understanding from Al with his current state.

"You were in contact with Kelvin long before Kiki was born. So don't ask me to understand your situation, just ask Kelvin to understand your situation. And if you don't want me to talk about something more disgusting, you better shut up Marsya. You're lucky because I believe Kiki is my son." Al immediately ended the conversation.

"What you just heard was a misunderstanding, right?" Ask her in a very small voice.

Al could not answer. He immediately hugged the body of the woman he loved so much. Al cried, he felt very devastated because it turned out that he was unable to keep the secret any longer than he wanted.

"O Allah, my son." Maryam sobbed while tightly hugging the body of her son who was so strong and patient to face this life.

Haris is sad. His chest felt tight knowing how big of a problem Al had faced all this time. Haris, who has worked with him for almost two years, did not know about the terrible thing. He really did not think it turned out that the affair was not just talking through cellphone, but even to produce a child that must be recognized Al as his own child.

"Oh, we have to leave for the set immediately. Mom can't cry. Smiling dong." Removing the tears on his mother's cheeks, then pulling both ends of his lips to form a smile.

"Ris, is everything in?" Ask Haris while opening the back door for Mom.

"Already, Mas. I put it all in the trunk." Haris.

Before Al got in the car, he approached Haris first. "Ris, thank you for always being with me." Pat Haris on the shoulder, and wipe away the remaining tears in Haris's eye pelt.

"Mas Al is the spirit of the shoot." He said excitedly, hoping Al will also remain enthusiastic about his work.