Don't Call My Name
Losing Half a Life

75

Although today still a bit feverish, Zara and Rayyan still travel to Bogor which they plan to stop for the next three days. A honeymoon package from their brothers.

“Actually, I myself also feel we do not need to go far to it. In that case, stuck again,” said Zara as they were about to leave, “but not as tasty as Mauza, Umar, Zunei.”

“Poor, Ra. We should appreciate a gift from someone, no matter how small it is. Because we don't know how they got it.” Rayyan did not imagine how they collected pocket money in order to be able to joint book the Hotel for him. They are very kind and caring brothers. After they returned from there, Ray promised to replace it in another way.

“Excuse me, Non!” devi exclaimed from the direction of the slightly open door.

“Iya, Dev?” Zara answered.

“The car is ready, yes!”

“Same Mr. Heru, we're down in a minute, Dev!”

Devi back calling, “OK, Non!”

Zara again focused her attention on her husband again who was combing her hair very carefully. Although it still hurts, but the bandage is forced to be removed because it is quite troublesome. Ray's having a mandatory shower.

“Sini, I help,” Zara offers herself.

Rayyan handed her a comb and pomade to do her hair. Then sit down to make it easier for Zara to apply the object and order, “Do not get injured.”

Zara assented. “Your hair is a bit curly if it is long. Are your sisters like this too?” the tananya began to comb.

“Only am I the same Zunaira who is like Papa.”

“I want to know, Denger-denger, Papa same Opa you ever polygamy, is it true?” zara's questions spread everywhere. But according to Ray it is better than he knows it from others who are sometimes not entirely true.

“Yes, but Opa did it to help an old widow.”

“If Papa?”

“If Papa was in an accident. I hope you don't judge them because each one has a reason.”

Zara refuted, “I don't even though I hate polygamy.”

“At first I was also angry, especially when I heard that I was present in the middle of the peak of their conflict. But after knowing what the real story was like, I immediately understood. Because not necessarily I can deal with it.”

“Continue now how are their relationships?”

“Mama's relationship with Aunt Rahma is fine. They are already happy with their respective partners.”

“Great,” said Zara who immediately in error, “great can be peaceful as the circumstances mean. Not polygamy. If I did, no! If you dare polygamy, I ask for divorce directly,” Zara refused firmly. “I am not against polygamy because it is permissible by religion. But not for my household because I have no reason to be polygamous. I'm good, I'm beautiful, I'm smart, I'm considerate, I'm fertile and I have a lot of money. If you get married again, the fix means your sore eyes.“

“Live straight up,” Ray chuckles. Women always do that when it comes to polygamy. He himself started it first.

Zara so ride the apitam himself when imagining if Ray had a wife of two. Until unconscious, Ray's hairstyle is now no longer shaped.

“Ra, my hair?” Ray.

“Eh, geez!” Zara is surprised and laughs at herself when she sees Ray look like a soccer anime manga, Captain Tsubasa. “Sorry, sorry. I'm really again.”

They were joking around for too long, causing Miranda to grumble downstairs. “Please Sir Herunya look forward to later.”

“Don't be hard about the same bad talk as son-in-law,” Ruben advises his wife.

Ruben almost choked on the tea he had just drunk. What say? The zarmintul? Gosh darn.

...∆∆∆...

Cici gulped down her hard-earned saliva while receiving a letter of termination from Belle Zahir, the woman who was represented to meet her now. Don't ask me what it's like, obviously he's very disappointed.

“Is there not one more chance for me, Belle?” Cici sounded begging.

“I'm sorry, but this is an order from Bu Zara directly, I just run the task,” replied Belle withstood the bad taste. He was very sorry, but could do nothing.

“Padahal ..” Cici again voiced his intention to defend himself, but he paused because it was definitely useless. Zara has put a signature on this sheet of paper which means, the decision is final. Cannot be disturbed.

“Please if anyone wants to ask again, Mom,” Belle said again, “if my answer is not satisfactory or convincing, Ms. Cici can contact Bu Zara directly. But my advice, just send a message, because he does not want to be disturbed.”

“Already, but just read,” replied Cici looking desperate.

“Good, so everything is clear, yes, Mom. Anything else I can help you with?”

“Nevent ...”

“Ya already, then I say retreat. Let's have a good afternoon, Ms. Cici Belle nodded politely, then sauntered away. Leave the desperate woman.

After Belle's death, Cici went straight to the residence of Mother Tia Rumana to visit her future father-in-law, as well as asking how the fate of their marriage in the midst of a catastrophic storm like this.

“May Mother Tia be home now.”

Tia Rumana's. The woman is currently living in her former home. But it's alone because her grandparents are gone.

The greatest hope, this marriage can still be continued at any cost. Because Cici can't help but be ashamed of everyone she's invited.

But strangely, when he reached the alley of Tia's house, Cici actually saw a taxi car that had just stopped in front of Tia's house.

The curiosity was big enough that Cici walked a bit hastily to get there quickly. Somehow he was so sure that Fasad was back in this house. Could he give himself up?

Unreal. His suspicions were answered at the sight of Fasad coming out by carrying a large backpack. But unfortunately, when it almost reached the vehicle, the wheels of the car immediately drove quickly to take the man away from him again.

“Facade! The facade! Wait for me, Facade!” Cici shouted as loudly as possible and tried to chase after him. Honey, his little legs are clearly impossible to reach the height of the eagle's flight.

The woman roared silently until her face was pale and her lips turned blue. His body fell on dry asphalt. There he saw a few drops of his fallen eyes scattered.

“Why did you leave me, Fa... why did you leave me....” lirihnya interrupted isak.

In such a state, Cici felt a pair of soft hands rubbing her shoulders. That woman is Tia. Before how long the woman said, “Let him go far to calm down.”

“Keep how about our wedding and the case, Bu?” tanya Cici almost choked, “I know, Mom did this because Mom loves her, but Mom's way is wrong big.”

Tia.

“Why don't you let Fasad take responsibility for his actions? Why did Mom educate him to be a coward?”

“Mother has no choice,” replied Tia finally. He can't say anything else. Forced. Any mother would not have the heart if her son was imprisoned for a mistake he accidentally committed. Facade is sick. Tia was afraid that the iron bars would further aggravate her son's situation now.

“Fasad should be back, Mom. Facade should be back,” said Cici again, “I'm pregnant, Mom. I'm pregnant with her child.”

Cici's confession made Tia very surprised. Whahuh? Getting pregnant? His kid?