Because, I Love You
#BILYS3 251

Hana had already arrived in the same room as Ammar, Abel and Joe were standing at this moment. Seeing and hearing what happened, Hana grinned. In his heart spoke and devious thoughts began to come.

"He's not just your mom's old friend, handsome boy. Your mother is..."

"Hana!!!" Repeated Ammar for a moment. Making Hana surprised and clenched her two lips which she repainted with peach-colored lipstick.

"Baby boy mami, come on in. Don't make your mama mad this time, " Abel threatened Joe with a serious look.

"Byeah, mami. Alright, alright. I'm in the room, don't be mad. Mami's getting wrinkled, will you?" Joe answered while stepping half-running up the stairs. Waving his hands at Ammar, and looking at Hana with a faint smile.

"Joe! You bad boy." Abel clicked in annoyance before Ammar.

"Pffit... Your son is crisp, different from you. Does he look like his father?" Ammar asked, holding back his laughter.

"As per the deal, don't mendette me." Abel answered, passed Ammar and threw his body on the sofa. Arrogantly, he sat cross his right leg over his left leg.

"Say, what is your purpose in coming to Indonesia?" Abel asked again without looking at Ammar.

"I want to see my son Exelle." Ammar answered briefly.

Abel gasped, turning for a moment toward Ammar. Then Ammar sat on the sofa opposite Abel with a sad look, followed by Hana later.

"Have you lost your mind?" Abel denied that he had reproached her.

Ammar was silent for a moment, staring at the face of Abel who threw him with a look of disdain.

"I've been trying to visit Eliez's grave, but..."

"But what?"

"Two guards banned me when he checked my ID. It seems, I was not allowed just to make a pilgrimage to my own wife's grave." Ammar answered in a loud voice. He lowered his face gloomily.

"Honey, don't be sad... About Exelle, what if we go to the embassy for child custody." Hana said without hesitation.

"Heeei, you. Your way is too risky, you think Eliez's family are easy to beat with something like that?" Abel's objections to Hana.

"I miss him, I want to make amends for all my mistakes. Whatever I can, please help me, Abel."

Now that Ammar's voice was getting hoarse, the back of his hand began to get wet with clear droplets from both eyes.

Oh my, is she crying??? Oh my God, pity him. He must have missed the son of Eliez so much.

Abel's heart murmured. Seeing Ammar crying, he also felt sad even though he was a little still upset. Hana began to gently wipe away Ammar's tears, Ammar turned his face away.

"Hey, you. Whatisit? You cried? Hello, since when did a Tama I know********* used to be such a whiny figure? Woah, this world is turned upside down." Abel taunted Ammar with a faint smile.

"Every time I remember all my mistakes. I was always guilty of that innocent child, I was determined to leave Exelle because of my selfishness at the time." Ammar grew weaker with his voice.

"Tu, wait. Your son's name is Exelle, isn't it?"

"Hmmm.. Exelle Billy. Should be sitting in 12th grade High School." Ammar was clear. Making Abel more astonished with both eyes glaring at Ammar's face.

"What's wrong?" Ammar asked Abel.

"Ti, no... I was just, a little surprised. You're old, yeah, haha." Abel replied clumsily with a forced laugh.

"So what, what do you want from me?"

"Find me with my son, Abel. Pliss..."

"How is it? Oh, my God, you kill me slowly if so."

"Only you can do it, you can play the role of a friend of my late wife. Come on, you're so good at acting." Ammar this time.

"Why isn't it just your woman you asked for that, huh? Looks like he's more good at the role than me."

Hana looked at Abel with her eyes almost popping out. Then laughed loosely at her wavy hair.

"Hm... Finally, you acknowledged my greatness. To be honest, I don't agree if my husband asks for your help to bring him to meet his son. Because you look so cunning. Hahaha, come. Admit it, you must have met Exelle, right?"

"You, where's your brain, huh? How could I possibly meet Exelle who's definitely not who I am."

"Ah, the mouth could have said no. Could be possible, right? Because you still want to be close to my husband." Denied Hana with a grin.

"Hana!!! There was not the slightest intention of me to go back to such a jerk as her, even though I have now managed to raise my own son without him."

Abel lost control and could not control his speech, without realizing it has opened a great secret opportunity all this time will be revealed.

"So what??? What the hell are you saying? I don't understand." Hana confusion.

Abel quickly covered his mouth with both palms. He realized what he was saying just now.

Oh my God. What the fuck am I? Aaakh, fuck. Oh no, Tama's been looking at me so sharply. He is not an easy person to fool and lie to.

"D, Eh.. L'm.. I was wrong, I mean. Even without her help, I can live luxuriously with my husband." Abel's answer was increasingly stammering, trying to stay calm so as not to be easily corrected by Ammar. Despite the fact that Abel's lips have been trembling paled.

"I... Ah, it's hot. I'm going to the kitchen for a second, I need some cold water." Abel clumsily went to the kitchen.

"Heh, you weird lady. Don't you feel that way too, sir? The friend you said was so nice. It seems like he's hiding something, haha." Hana looked at Ammar who was still silent with daydreams. Then he stood up against Hana's hand, which was propping up on Ammar's thigh.

"Sir, where are you going?" Hana asked frantically when she saw Ammar go to the room where Abel entered. He ignored the screams of Hana who kept calling out to him.

Abel then grabbed a bottle of cold mineral water in his refrigerator. He straightened it quickly, then fanned his ten fingers towards his face and neck. Walking back and forth in panic and anxiety, he began to fidget and fear.

"Mrs. What was? You okay?" Ask her housekeeper. He was confused and anxious to see his master pacing back and forth like a hot worm.

"Well, mbok. Bring a snack for Tama up, don't let her out of the room first."

"But madam, den Tama says she's still full. Here, the food can bring you here again." Clearly the assistant pointed to the food on the tray he had prepared for Joe.

"Aaah, that kid. Can't understand for a moment the situation this time is really bad. He was indeed very similar to the personality of the jerk, why not look like his Daddy." Said Abel while peeking at the stem of his nose.

"Who is Joe, Abel?"