Forced to Care for Abuser Children
5. Return of the Actor
The story of Shanaz's household happiness is back in one piece after learning that Shanaz forgave her husband.
Shanaz did this for the sake of his son he was carrying.
Even so Shanaz still loves his stepdaughter.
Only for the child is Shanaz trying to accept and it is not until when Shanaz can maintain his affection for baby Tisha.
When entering the age of eight months, Shanaz and her husband prepare for the needs of her baby by shopping at one of the largest malls in the West Jakarta area.
Bara also chose the clothes of the baby who had been caught the sex of the woman. Shanaz looks happy when she sees her husband as if he wants to buy all baby girl clothes of various sizes.
"Darling ..! Don't buy too much anymore baby Tisha used clothes are still there and still good." Shanaz.
"Have baby Tisha, give it to someone in need. Don't wear it to his sister anymore. I can still buy for my daughter's future." Said Bara while rubbing Shanaz's stomach.
"You always have your own plan." Shanaz.
"At least if they're big don't take one man for another." Say it lightly.
Degggggs...
Bara's words just now are enough to offend Shanaz.
If you don't want to be up for grabs, why choose two women in your life? Is it proud to be fought over by me and Tisha's mother?"
Sinis Shanaz made Bara realize his mistake.
"I'm sorry Shanaz ...! I didn't mean to offend you. I just want to be fair to my two daughters.
I mean, our baby doesn't wear his ex-sister. Even if it's new." Imbuh.
"OKs. May this act of yours be a prayer for your daughter so as not to seize what others already have." Shanaz said with words.
Again Bara made all wrong because what he did for his second daughter will continue to be related to the love triangle that he built.
Maybe his image is already bad in Shanaz's eyes as a husband traitor but he must accept all the risks because the words of Shanaz are true. He forgets that one day he has a daughter who will belong to someone else.
Baby Tisha who is in the arms of Bara is currently asleep. Bara offers to eat first before they go home. Both of them choose to eat at the food court located in the Mall.
Shanaz just wants a snack. Both of them enjoy a typical Palembang food that is famous for its empek.
Bara's phone rings and turns from Anggi's aunt. Bara picked up the call and listened to the greetings from his daughter's nanny.
"What's Aunt Anggi?" Ask Bara while chewing her food.
"Sir...! This is Miss Widia." Aunt Anggi said carefully.
Bara choked to hear Widia was already in her house.
Uhukkk...
Shanaz gave her husband a drink.
"What's the matter, baby...?" Shanaz asked, but Bara raised one hand so Shanaz would wait for a while because he was talking to Anggi's aunt.
"How'd he get home, auntie?"
"Miss Widia wants to stay here because her legs are still paralyzed and the two don't want to be away with the master and baby Tisha." Said Anggi's aunt while glancing at Widia who was still sitting on her wheelchair.
"Well aunt we'll be home soon." Bara said ending his talk and then turning off his phone.
"What's Bara ? Looks like you're getting a big crash? Phone from who..?"
"Hey.di asked silently." Shanaz.
"You'll know for yourself when we get home, baby." Bara then helped his wife stand up and took her daughter from Shanaz's sling.
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Bara's dark face held back the anger at Widia who acted like it until she returned to her first wife's house.
Upon arriving at Shanaz's house was so surprised to see there was a honey who was sitting in front of the terrace waiting for them to go home.
"Is this what you want to show me Bara?" Shanaz asked in a calm state.
"Yes dear. It's out of my will." Say Bara then get out of his car first.
"How is my husband...?" Sapa Widia with no idea of her shame.
Aunt Anggi immediately took baby Tisha from Bara's sling.
"Is that our baby?" Widia asked as she glanced at Shanaz's stomach.
Shanaz who was about to enter at Bara's prevent while pulling Shanaz's hand.
"We're dealing with this woman together, baby." Bara Saying.
"I'm tired, baby. I want a break." Shanaz Lirih.
"Later I'll catch up with you, baby." Bara said bad to Shanaz with the presence of Widia.
"Why do you have to come back here? Why don't you go back to the apartment?"
"I'm your wife too, this is your home. You can buy for this big Shanaz, why are you just giving me a small apartment?"
"Don't overdo it so Widia. At the beginning of our relationship, you promised not to harass Shanaz's. And now why don't you keep that promise?"
"That's because I haven't seen how grand this palace was for your first wife. I want to get the same rights as Shanaz, let alone give you a child." Widia said fiercely.
"Has your brain been erring after waking up from a coma? Now I'm asking you to go back to the apartment and I'll hire a nurse to take care of you." Bara then pushed Widia's wheelchair towards the car.
"No..no...! I want to stay here and stay here with my daughter. Once in a while, tell Shanaz to stay in the apartment."
"Vl....!" Bara's jerk almost slapped Widia's cheek.
"Why did you suddenly turn coals? You never treated me like this. Now I'm asking you to let me stay here because I want to be close to my daughter." Widia said for a reason.
"alright. If you want to be like that? I'll take baby Tisha with you. You took care of the baby yourself because Shanaz was pregnant." Bara Saying.
"Don't you see how I'm still paralyzed, how I take care of our child?" Deny Widia.
"I can also hire a baby sitter to take care of Tisha so you're always close to her and follow her." Timpal.
Widia was at a loss for words. He can no longer find a reason to always be with Bara.
"I'm not willing to be just Shanaz who constantly caresses you. While I only get rations a few times a month." Widia.
"I told you in the first place that I can't be fair to you because I love my wife Shanaz so much and don't want to hurt her."
Bara said in a voice so high that it was heard by Shanaz.
Widia's heart was getting heated to hear Bara's speech even though she had heard it often. But this time why it hurts so much the same sounding words.