Dusk Substitute
Irfan Putra Kusuma's

All back to normal, Nissa became a good mother to Zain. Since becoming pregnant, Nissa's condition has decreased. Sometimes he's healthy, sometimes he's limp. Radit was trying to be a good husband. Although sometimes his attention does not mean much to Nissa. But Radit still tried to make Nissa feel comfortable and calm at his side. It's enough Nissa complained, it's time Nissa felt the earnestness of Radit.

"Mama!" zain shouted from inside the house. His small steps were heard running towards Nissa.

After a week of not teaching, Nissa finally returned to greet her students. Amira is happy to see Nissa back teaching. Although in fact, only a few days left Amira became a teacher. Just counting down, Amira would stop being an honorary teacher. His parent company needs a leader, likes to dislike Amira must accept the big responsibility. Amira is very happy, being able to spend a little time with Nissa.

At exactly 14:00 WIB, Nissa returned home. As usual, Nissa went straight into her room. But his steps came to a halt, when he saw Zain running towards him. Zain hugged Nissa's leg. The longing of the conjoined son who does not want to be separated from him. Nissa gave the book she brought to Ifa. While Nissa held Zain warmly. At a glance Nissa glanced towards the home page. Radit's car and one luxury car parked sweetly. Nissa was not surprised, seeing Radit come home at noon. Radit came home just to check on him. After that, he will return to the office. Radit's routine, ever since she found out about Nissa's pregnancy.

"Darling, you're home!" greeting Radit warmly, Nissa nodded slowly.

Nissa pulled Radit's hand, then gently kissed the back of her husband's hand. Radit extended his hand towards Zain. Hope Zain gets off Nissa's sling. Radit was afraid something might happen to Nissa. But Radit's hand was rejected by Zain, instead of letting go of his embrace. Zain clenched Nissa's body. A sincere relationship that never gives.

"Zain, mama's tired!" said Radit persuaded Zain, but all in vain. Zain refused while struggling. As a result, Nissa was overwhelmed while holding Zain. Zain finally calmed down, as Nissa agreed to his request.

"Sir Ifa, please take my book to the room. Just put it on the front desk of the room, let me put it in the room!" pinta Nissa, Ifa nodded slowly. Nissa went into the house, holding Zain. Radit followed Nissa's steps right behind him.

Radit occasionally seems to seduce Zain, but his efforts are in vain. Zain still wants to be in Nissa's arms. The warmth of the mother's embrace that Zain never felt. Let alone the hook, know his real mother. Zain never knew him and never knew him. The shadow of Zain, his mother is gone and no longer exists in this world.

"Zain, mom's tired. Poor little baby sister, distressed sore leg brother Zain!" persuade Radit, a glimpse of a smile on Nissa's face. Feeling strange with Radit's calm demeanor.

"Let it go, I'll take Zain inside his room. I'm sure I haven't had a nap!" nissa said, Radit shrugged his shoulders. Radit's signal doesn't know anything. Nissa walked towards Zain's room. Slowly Nissa passed through the living room, the family room where Radit's extended family had gathered.

"Nissa, come here for a second. Papa wants to introduce you to papa's acquaintance. It just happened that he had just returned from abroad!" sanjaya said, Nissa turned to radit. It's as if Nissa asked Radit for permission. With a nod of his head, Radit allowed Nissa to approach Sanjaya.

Nissa walked slowly, Zain she gave it to Radit. Step by step, Nissa got closer to Sanjaya. Nissa stood not far from Sanjaya and her guests. Nissa looked down, she kept her eyes. Radit saw Nissa's polite attitude towards the opposite sex. A shade that is not easily found in other women. At first glance looks a smile on Radit's face, feeling happy to have a wife as good as Nissa.

"You!" as the guest said, Nissa looked up. His gaze was straight, his heart was pounding so hard.

Nissa was fixated, a figure that never existed in the shadows. Now it was right in front of his two eyes. People he never knew and probably never wanted to know. Within a second, Nissa's body was stiff and her lips were twisted. A meeting Nissa never expected. If in fact this meeting only leaves pain. Nissa didn't want to get to know, if she wasn't expected to.

"You know each other!" sanjaya said, Nissa looked up.

"We don't know each other!" nissa and the guests said at the same time. There was extreme pain, when Nissa felt ignored. But all that is better than being known only to be hurt.

"Nissa excuse me!" nissa said, then turned her body. Radit's hand held back his steps. Nissa looked up and saw Radit blink. It's like Radit asked Nissa to stay. Sanjaya was astonished, I don't know what's going on? Like a big secret that wants to be revealed.

"Ifa, take Zain to his room!" radit shouted, Ifa immediately ran over to Zain. While Radit led Nissa to sit right in front of Sanjaya and her guests.

"Sorry, if I'm presumptuous. My wife Nissa, she doesn't deserve to be treated like this. Maybe you don't know each other, but it would be better to know each other now!" radit said, Nissa shook her head weakly. Instead Irfan smiled cynically, as if underestimating Nissa the woman of Radit's choice.

Irfan Putra Kusuma, a businessman who is no stranger to Radit's ears. Sanjaya and Radit's former grandfather-in-law. His adopted grandson Alvira was none other than Radit's first wife. A love relationship that extends to business. The wealth and success of Irfan Putra Kusuma. Reason for Alvira and Radit's separation. Alvira's big decision to become a businessman, forcing Radit to give up his true love. Radit accidentally forces Nissa to know Irfan. It's time Radit unlocks the secrets of his past with Alvira. For Nissa to believe in his love.

"Apart from Alvira, you found a cheap woman!" insinir Irfan, Sanjaya immediately turned his head. Radit clenched his hand, there was anger hearing Irfan's insults. But his anger was restrained, when Nissa clasped Radit's hand tightly. Nissa's headband, Nissa's cue didn't expect to see Radit's anger.

"Irfan, Nissa's a good woman. Zain loved him very much!"

"Woman woo, born of a woo woman. No wonder the fruit fell not far from the tree. A proverb worthy of describing him and his mother!" irfan said coldly, Nissa shook her head weakly. His heart ached, clear drops of tears falling on his eye peluk. Tears that fell right over Radit's hands. The water felt so cold that it pierced into Radit's bones.

"Darling!" radit said softly, Nissa nodded weakly. Cue he's not okay. Radit stared at Irfan.

"Why are you talking that hard? He's innocent of my farewell to Alvira!" said Radit growled and emotionless, Irfan smiled cynically.

"Grandfather, Radit's right. Their marriage took place, after I officially separated from Radit!" sahut Alvira, Radit and Nissa immediately turned their heads. Alvira came out of Radit's guest room. Nissa turned her head towards Radit, Radit's head bobbing in response from Nissa's wry gaze.

"Who is Alvira, the woman in your heart. Pride grandson of Mr. Irfan Putra Kusuma. I never thought my life would revolve around him. Alvira's the woman that's gonna be between me and you. He also succeeded me in my extended family. Lord, I do not complain about this pain. At least, give me the pain one by one!" nissa's inner self, then stood up leaving Radit.