BET GIRL
Not a Double Personality

The Emir passed and closed the door. 

Elnara did not know whether to feel relieved or vice versa. He was relieved that the Emir finally left him, but he was also anxious because the Emir said he would find out for himself the perpetrator who persecuted Elnara. If until the Emir finds the name of his persecutor, it could be that Afsa will be hit by things that are not desirable, Elnara certainly does not want it to happen. 

The Emir is cruel, I don't know what the man will do when he finds out. Huh, don't come!

Elnara exited the room after putting on clothes. He went to the dining room, his stomach was hungry. 

No food is served. 

Tumbens. Does Yuni not cook? Uh, Elnara forgot something, Yuni was suspended. Of course, there will be no food, even if you wait until the time the cat takes out the horn. 

In a state of pain and pain, Elnara cooks. He makes simple food. Make use of the materials in the cupboard and refrigerator. Meatballs, sausages, eggs and cakes are made into fried noodles. 

In a moment, the results of the cooking are ready to be served. There are four portions, for Elnara, Emir, Yona and Cindy. 

Elnara sought out the inhabitants of this house to take them to eat, but the Emir was absent. The man went somewhere, it seems the Emir seriously wanted to find out about the perpetrators of the persecution.

Elnara finds Yona in the room. "Ma, we eat yuk!"

Elnara was starting to look free to face her in-laws. If he used to hate and dislike the woman, now he is no longer. There was affection that appeared in his heart for the in-laws. 

"okkey. We eat. Uh, but Yuni doesn't exist. So who's cooking? Do we order food? Just a message and kang ojol came to deliver food, how?" Yona smiled broadly.

"I'm cooking, Ma. But just cook noodles. You want to cook simple. Mama don't want to eat noodles?"

"Loh... Yes, dong. I'm sure you're eating, mama must be eating. Come on, let's eat." Yona breezed towards the dining room.

"Haloo... Cindy! Come on, let's have dinner!" take Elnara with a big smile, very friendly. As much as possible he displayed the sweetest expression to take the child's heart.

Cindy who was thinking of hp with the position of lying down on the mattress suddenly sat down. He looked at Elnara. There is no affirmation from him, instead just staring like he was assessing the value.

"Hey, why is he dumb? Come eat! I've made you noodles." Elnara comes in, gets close to Cindy.

Looking at the bright smile on Elnara's face, Cindy then asked, "Is it true that you have a twin? Oma said so."

Elnara was silent for a while until she finally nodded. "Name Afsa. He looks a lot like me. He was born into the world fifteen minutes before I was born. Many people say it is hard to distinguish us. Our faces are similar. But now you can tell the difference between me and him while this cut on my finger is still there. No, it's not gone." Elnara showed a scar from a broken glass in her fingers.

Cindy nodded. "Did he come to this house before?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I thought you had a double personality. It changes and soon changes." Cindy seemed to be getting comfortable telling stories. If he usually looked cynical and fed up whenever he saw Elnara, but now he seemed better at saying the word. 

"What kind of changes do you see?"

"Yesterday you came to this house and got mad at me when we collided. You scolded me, told me a pickle boy, told me a demon and even beat me. Papa couldn't believe it when I told him. She said you were a gentle woman, impossible to be rude and cruel. Not even I myself believe you could be that cruel back then."

"I'll make sure it's not me. It must be Afsa. I'll never hurt you. I'm your mother. I was chosen by your father to take care of you. And I'll do that." Elnara rubbed Cindy's head, channeling the affection through the touch of her hand. He didn't want to lose Cindy's trust. The boy must be aware of Elnara's affection.

Cindy's gaze had now begun to shade, there was no look of hatred. This is the power of lady-in-waiting, capable of breaking down hatred and anger with words and the language of tenderness.

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