Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 39 Photos

A week later, Azkira still lives in Sinta's house. His heart still needed to be calm after some events that made him emotionally shaken. However, unbeknownst to him, Fathan secretly keeps an eye on Azkira. He also thought about healthy food and all the needs to support good nutrition on the consumption of Azkira, by sending all the necessary to Sinta, through someone who Fathan gave the task to do all that.

"How's my wife, Randy?" fathan asks a man named Randy who he's assigned to watch Azkira.

"Your wife is good, sir. I saw Ms. Azkira making a fruit salad with Ms. Sinta" she replied.

"Good! Does he not suspect you?" fathan added.

"Everything is safe, sir. I have arranged everything neatly. Only Mother Sinta knows. The plan went according to the order you gave."

"Okay, you can go."

"Okay, sir, I'm sorry."

After Randy left, Fathan took a deep breath. Responding to how sad she was, having to part space with Azkira. "I miss hugging you in my sleep, baby. I miss seeing the smile on your face, when you blush in embarrassment," muttered Fathan, closing his eyes, and a clear grain dripped from the recesses of his eyes.

[Dion Calling.]

Fathan's sadness melted away loud by the sound of his phone ringing. [Hello, Dion. What's up?] he said as he raised the call.

[Uncle Antoni called me and told me, he said he extended his time to take care of business out of town.]

[Hmmm ... Why did he tell you and not me? Did my father forget that I was his son?] fathan Protest.

[Well check the incoming call on your phone, Fathan. Uncle Antoni said he called a dozen times and got no answer from you. What the hell is it?] dion replied in a curious tone.

[Yes already. Forgetit! I can't come to the meeting today. Please take care of everything, ] Fathan said, shifting the subject.

[All right, I'll take care of it. Are you all right?] ask Dion.

[Fathan's voice that sighed harshly.]

[There's a bit of a problem, but it's okay. I can handle it,] Fathan assured.

[Alright, then I close first.] Dion ended his call.

At Sinta's house, Azkira seemed to be enjoying a fruit salad that he made with his grandmother. He looks good eating it. From morning Azkira continued to feel nauseous and did not want to eat anything, except something fresh.

Sinta gently stroked Azkira's back. "Son, don't you want to go home to your husband?" ask Sinta very carefully.

Immediately Azkira stopped the mouthful of fruit salad. "Ough, does Grandma want Azki to leave? Azki's bothering Grandma, huh?" he said he looked a little upset. He's really very sensitive.

"No, Honey. That's not what Grandma meant," Sinta denied.

Azkira stopped with his eating activities, then he stretched his legs and went into the room. "Azki wants to sleep first, Grandma," the reason goes by.

Sinta shook her head while breathing out a rough sigh. "Hardness is becoming more and more" he murmured.

Meanwhile, Azkira curled up on his bed. Her tears seemed to break. She came back crying without a sound.

Then, his eyes were fixed on the photo of his wedding with Fathan, which was taken a while after the kabul ijab was done. "Why does every time I remember you, all I feel is pain and hurt, Bang? I feel .. Everything you say is always a lie. You always deny every time you promise," complained Azkira speaking to the photo while sobbing painfully.

Then, Azkira shuffled and moved to take an old photo album owned by his late mother. His heart longs for the woman who gave birth to him. Looking at the portrait of his late mother's face, it might treat a little of his longing.

Sheet by sheet from the photo album he opened. Until there is one photo that makes him flabbergasted. "This .. isn't this the same photo that Fathan had at his grandmother's house? It's me, isn't it? Then who is this little boy?" the gerundal is full of questions.

"Why are these photos always everywhere? I need to find out who the kid sitting next to me is." Azkira was curious again to the child in the photo that was with her who was still a baby.

In a different place. Revan is going through his new routine of becoming a photographer. His interest in the art of photography has been around for a long time. Revan also majored in multi-media at school. Today he was taking a photo object in an open space with a couple who used his services for a prewedding photo.

Surprisingly, every time he shot his camera at the shooting object, which he always saw Azkira's face. To the extent that, Revan repeatedly rubbed his eyes to make sure. And all that hindered his performance at that time.

"Revan, why are you mostly silent and thinking, anyway? Soon the sun will be blazing, pity our client if it gets too hot." In fact, Revan was protested by Ari as style director.

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