Don't Call My Name
Madwoman

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That morning Zara woke up in a state of doldrums. Intention to catch up with Rayyan just because he wanted to know what he was going to do at his ex-wife's house, ended instead. Caged here and must repeatedly surrender under his confinement.

Rayyan did not even give him the opportunity to stand up other than to bathe, eat, and worship. It was as if every second of time that Zara had was hers.

Once there was a burning jealousy, when Hamidah hugged Ray's body until it crossed his mind a shadow, as well as they used to?

And why did she have to be the second woman so she had to go through this kind of situation?

Always overshadowed by the ex-wife of the husband who can not move on and continue to make a scene in his household. Regretting indeed.

Both are still in a state of innocence and unite each other's skin is suspected to increase emotional bonds with a partner. As per their agreement yesterday, no one came out unless the clothes had dried.

“By ..” Zara turned her back on her body.

Rayyan only responded through the language of her eyes, as if she was back asking, what is it?

“You didn't mention all my hape anymore, did you?”

“Hape you did not bring. I put it in the drawer of the last closet, but in non-activate,” replied Rayyan.

“Means I can ask Mama for help to be sent here now. Can ya?” Smile Zara semringah. Expectantly.

Ray breathed an objection. “Can't wait another two or three days?”

Zara's smile suddenly faded when she heard his response. The woman pouted and turned her back to Ray again.

“It's so easy now. Can't be the same husband ..” Rayyan counsels his now moody wife because of her hormones. “I nahan you hold that thing because there is a reason. I understand, there are many important notifications that you may not have seen. But how important is your own health as that of children? You have to learn from previous experience, Ra.”

Though silent, Rayyan knows that Zara is listening to him. Then it doesn't matter to him because it's where he usually is.

This is true because one minute later, Zara again opened her voice, “I'm hungry, want to eat fried rice, plis...”

“Good. I order now.”

Rayyan got out of her sleep, then cleaned up while waiting for the hotel attendant to deliver their order.

Since then, Rayyan is safe from the whining of Zara who keeps asking for her phone. Although the impressions that preach the problems of the two, still they cannot avoid.

For the third time, Miranda appears on the television screen to clear the name of her son who had been murky because of nonsense or insinuations from someone who did not like it.

Other things, Miranda is also cramped and noisy because her house is always held by some media. He hoped that all these people would quickly leave his yard after he came out to serve them with a little voice.

Miranda answered what the reporters were asking. Even most shockingly, the woman took them to the court to hand out food and drink to face reality, he said. The amazing!

“No, my son is pregnant with twins. That's why it's bigger than her age, right? Boro-boro nabung. Having time for yourself is arguably very rare,” he explained paused for a moment.

“Zara is a busy man. Where did he date? Kan, there is always someone who helps handle his account. Daily activities are always in the post. I don't think it's possible if you don't know.

“Not meant to be arrogant, it is so the reality. I'm his parents, so I know better what my son is like,”.

“No, if Ustaz Rayyan divorced because you love your child more?” one of the female journalists asked.

“Where do I know? Am I indigo that can read people's minds?” miranda replied inexhaustibly, “not having anything to do with me, so just ask the same of those who have a relationship.”

“One more question from me, Moms. What would you say if his son was a actor, Moms?”

“Pelakor it stands for: male usurper. Zara got married after my daughter-in-law was a widower. They started to get close again, long after the daughter-in-law divorced her previous wife. So my son is not an actor, yes.”

“What is true, because of the problem, one of them went from home?”

“It hoax. Not right. Because they're just leaving babymoon now. Already, huh? Everything is clear, so the interview is done.”

In fact, there are still a series of journalist questions that Miranda has not answered, but the woman refused to be asked for further time. Because besides being busy, Miranda said that she could only answer the core questions. None other than the trouble that was crowded yesterday.

Elsewhere, Hamidah was typing something for her to upload via her social media.

There was nothing he could do but straighten out the news he had made because he did not want to be pushed by Miranda with all his threats. Despite what he will do, he will never be able to pull again the news that has already circulated and resulted in cornering himself.

Open letter.

“Yes, I admit wrong for making a calm atmosphere boisterous.

“As a Muslim, we should have no right to punish anyone's intentions if they are trying to improve themselves in a better direction.

“I should also be able to give a better reaction than that. But .. I have my own reasons for feeling sad. Again, I say, this is my mistake.

“Some of you, have spoken words that are not worth hearing by telling me that I am not the best for him. Remember, you're not the main cast and I'm the only one who knows how I've lived a very hard life.

“But .. I hope all is well. I want to start a new life for my own good. However, one thing they should know, I never regret having recognized him. My family's failure began because I was wronged. Although it was a pity, he did not try to fight me back as I wanted because he preferred to meet other women.

“For Zara and family, I am sorry that the thing I was accused of is not true. I am just a human being, just like everyone else and with all the prejudices I have.”

Within minutes, the post had been read by many people including Rayyan, unbeknownst to his wife.

Ray nodded his head to read it. Even while apologizing, the woman still showed her arrogance and considered herself a victim. Oh God ....