Don't Call My Name
S2-Liar!

136

It could not be measured how disappointed Zunaira felt. Twice she felt love, twice she felt hurt.

There is a sore in the chest just to the left that a while ago has begun to dry, now it must be scratched again.

What do you mean lie to me like this? Why should I lie? You think this is cool? You not only lied to one person, but to all of my family. You have disappointed them.

Some of those questions, continued to linger in his heart. The girl still had not found a way, how to convey this bad news to her parents so that they would not be too angry with the actual circumstances. Because Zunaira thought, this is no small matter.

Zunaira left after she could control herself again. As usual, she booked a taxi online because no one was able to pick her up. Not even Umar could go anywhere. He became ill because he failed to marry.

Speaking of Umar, Zunaira still remembered what his words were some time ago. That said he wouldn't make a decision too soon.

“You sure? Your feelings haven't known him for long. You only know him at work, right?

“I'm sure your brain is not very smart.

“I don't want you to choose wrong because you make decisions too quickly.

“May you also not only want to make him an escape because of a broken heart yesterday.

“Low if I'm surprised, that fast you can move on from The Ant.”

“In retrospect, all you said was true, Brother.”

But strangely, Umar himself could not practice it. The proof, he still can not recognize his own future wife after a long time dating. No good woman escapes when she gets married.

Perhaps this is what is called theory is easier than practice.

Zunaira dilemma. Do her parents need to know right now what Andrea's true status is?

But on the other hand, Zunaira is also not looking to add to his burden anymore. Lately, they've had too much trouble because of all their children. Until both of them do not have the slightest time to breathe.

However, continuing a relationship filled with these lies is also impossible. Not good for him later in life.

Dizziness makes Zunaira reluctant to discuss the problem. He went home as usual, took a shower, had dinner, worshiped and went straight to sleep afterwards. The next morning, he was still at work. Somehow tomorrow's show, Nai doesn't really care. No one asked either.

Yes, no one asked. Even by chance, neither of his parents were in sight. Though usually, every morning Mama Vita always pacing help prepare breakfast for all family members. Especially for his two in-laws who are not as healthy as they used to be.

“Loh, Mama's with Papa on where to, Kak?” ask him to Mauza. She was serving Sammy at the dinner table.

“Ndon't know, they just left. Did not tell us where to go,” replied Mauza stopped his activities for a moment. “Do you want breakfast? I'm ready?”

“Nevent gone, Brother. I had breakfast at the office. I'm scared late, it's seven o'clock over.”

“That's why I brought you back, yeah?”

Without waiting for Zunaira's approval, Mauza moved quickly to pick up his homemade sandwich that had been prepared for himself. “Most me, mah. I'm not going anywhere, I can do it again. While Nai wants to leave.”

The woman looked for a box and then she put it in there.

While at the dining table, there were two people who had previously been close and now became brothers-in-law. The two had a brief glimpse before then they cast their gaze again in the other direction.

“This, Nai. You can eat on the road later. The box is a waste if you are lazy to bring it. It's just disposable, kok.” Mauza thrust the object which was placed in a small paper bag.

Zunaira receives it, “Thanks, Brother. I'm leaving yes.”

But arriving at the office, again Zunaira got word from the warehouse directly that Andrea did not enter again today. In fact, there were many things Nai was trying to talk about. It's mainly about the 'sick kid' he heard yesterday from the house next door.

Anxious and unfocused work made Nai again contact Andrea. Coincidentally, the man's number is active and dialed when contacted.

“Where are you? Why is the number active? I went to your house yesterday. That's how you call Ndre? What's the matter exactly?” cecar Nai tried to hold back his heightened emotions.

“I'm in the hospital,” Andrea replied in a stifled voice. Zunaira seemed to catch a note of sadness in it.

“Who is sick?” zunaira's fishing rod wants to know how far Andrea will continue to lie.

“Fero. My son.”

But what Andrea said just now was honesty. And that made him even more upset and disappointed.

“Your liars, Ndre. Liar!?” he cried with hunting breaths accompanied by falling tears.

“It's not time we talked about that. I'll tell you everything. Come here if you want to catch up with me.” Andrea mentioned the name of the hospital she was staying at.

“Do not hide behind your misfortune, Ndre. You're just taking refuge from my anger, aren't you?”

“Come. I'll explain everything.”

“I hate you, Ndre!” its spray.

“But I love you,” said Andrea before turning off the call.

“You're a big liar. You're a liar Ndre. I don't want to believe in you anymore ..”

Zunaira hastened her work today to be done quickly because there was a place she wanted to go. And at exactly three in the afternoon, he immediately left the office after permission to all the friends in his management.

♧♧♧

Nai's steps hurriedly headed to the intended room. Thought shattering. Is Andrea with her woman? The woman who gave birth to her child?

And he wanted this question answered immediately. Then do something that can humiliate him for daring to do anything to other women when his status is still both.

Taps.

His steps stopped in the room. Slowly, he opened the door. And what makes him even more clueless is, why besides Mr. Ibra and his wife, there are Papa and Mama also there?

Zunaira. Her tears are puffing. He saw the athletic man kissing a boy who was just silent. Face pale. Mr. Ibra and his wife were crying. Likewise with Mama and her Papa who carried the atmosphere.

“I also defend my condolences for the passing of my grandson,” said the doctor gave a swab on his shoulder.

“Goodbye whiz Papa. We love you,” says Andrea. He saw a drop of his tears on the child's face. The face that Andrea had seen in her wallet at the time. The handsome boy whose hair was standing up was like an electric shock.

Seriate.