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"I will soon send my sister home." he said, who had just entered his employer's ward after taking care of all the hospital administration.
"Call me Stella sister." she said again.
"But.I don't know where to go home. because I just went on vacation here with my husband.." replied Zahra honestly make Stella so confused how.
"How come???" stella also asked confused.
Zahra could only shake her head, nor did she know how to.
"Aren't there any mobile phones you can call???" stella asked Zahra.
Zahra still shook her head.
Stella felt guilty for bringing Zahra from Faubourg Saint-Honore.
"Do you remember the name of the hotel where you stayed???" tabya Stella keeps trying to ask Zahra so she can deliver Zahra back to her family.
"We live in my husband's grandparents' house." replied Zahra began to despair.
"Did you remember the name of the area???" stella again began to worry.
"no. which I remember the name of Grandpa Hermawan.." said Zahra.
"Oh my goodness, in Paris, many have the name Hermawan..." Stella doesn't know what else to do.
"Stell..lla.." said the middle-aged woman who was lying in a hospital cage.
"I.iya buk.." replied Stella when she saw her employer was conscious.
Stella immediately stood up and approached her master.
"Hud...mau what...??" stella asked, Stella is very deft and considerate with her employer.
Stella considers her master's Rose Mother as her parents. Rose loved Stella as much as her daughter.
"That girl....???" rose asked Stella, remembering the woman who had helped her.
Rose who was about to buy something in Faubourg Saint-Honore suddenly dizzy his head, when he saw Zahra sitting on a bench he immediately asked Zahra for help because it appeared from Zahra's face, that he is oeang well.
"It's buk.kak Zahra is still here." replied Stella.
Zahra stood up to the mother of the rose.
"I'm still here buk..." Zahra.
"I'm sorry mom.it's been a hassle to you." said Rose felt guilty for troubling Zahra.
"What's your name, son...???" ask the Rose to Zahra.
"Zahra buk.." replied Zahra.
"A pretty name...As beautiful as the owner of the name.. in addition to beautiful look you are also beautiful heart son.." praise the Rose to Zahra, he was very grateful to meet Zahra.
"Thank you buk.." said Zahra with a smile, even though her heart is currently in anxiety, she did not want to see the Rose grieving let alone the condition of the Rose mother is still not recovered.
"Zahra...have you eaten???" asked Roses to Zahra remembering from last afternoon he accompanied Roses.
"Not done yet." answered Zahra honestly, so panicked, Zahra forgot the hunger that always bothers her.
Zahra remembered the twins in her womb, she shed tears considering the fate of the twins in her birth. And he doesn't work at all. Somehow Zahra will raise her twins later if she does not meet her husband Faiz.
Unknowingly, Zahra also shed her tears. Zahra could no longer hide her sadness after imagining the fate of her baby.
"Zahra...you're crying...???" tanya Rose was surprised to see tears falling down her beautiful cheeks.
"Mh.a...i...i...hiks..." Zahra had no power to hide her tears.
She now wants to return home with her family, her husband, parents, and Faiz's grandparents.
Roses trying to get up from his lying position, he tried to sit on the aid of Stella.
DEEGH...
Rose's heart felt such a fierce beat, she felt that something made her feel like she wanted to continue hugging the body of the foreign woman she had just met, as if she felt very close to Zahra.
While Zahra was comfortable being in the arms of the middle-aged woman she had just met, she wanted to continue feeling the warmth given by the foreign woman she had just helped.
After how long they flowed affection between them as if they had a bond that they themselves did not understand.
"Buk..I find food first yes.kak Zahra must be hungry..." Stella made the Roses and Zahra let go of their embrace.
"I feel comfortable being in the arms of the mother of the Roses, I always want to be in her arms." Zahra murmured inwardly.
"This girl.she made me always want to be around her.I seemed to miss her.." Bathin Rose shed her tears.
"Eh yes...Stella bought food for Zahra, for you yes.you must not have eaten either.." said Rose to Stella.
Despite Stella's status as a private caregiver, Rose has considered Stella as her daughter.
"It's buk.." said Stella.
Stella leaves Zahra and the Rose Mother.
For a moment they were silent with their own thoughts.
"Zahra...Where do you live???" rose asked Zahra to disturb the silence between them.
"I. I live in Indonesia buk...I'm here on vacation with my husband." replied Zahra honestly.
"You're married??" mawar asked in shock, not expecting a woman who looked graceful and still young to be married.
Zahra replied with a nod of her head.
"How old are you now ???" ask the Rose wonder.
"nineteen years buk.." replied Zahra honestly.
"Why did you get married at such a young age ??" Ask Roses began to be curious about Zahra's life.
"My parents want to quickly have a grandchild.and he just wants me the only woman as his son-in-law." replied Zahra honestly and very innocently.
Zahra's innocence could not be hidden especially in front of the woman he himself felt close to the Rose.
"Son..after you leave the hospital you will take me to meet your family.." Pinta Mawar makes Zahra sad again.
"Zahra doesn't know the way back to Ara's husband.
"You mean...??" The rose was confused to hear Zahra's reply.
Zahra finally told her about her current situation and condition. How she got separated from her husband.
Rose heard Zahra's explanation, she felt guilty, all that happened to Zahra was because she asked Zahra for help.
Roses were trying to figure out how to bring Zahra back to the family.
"You have a cell phone, son...??" mawar asked if Zahra would bring her cell phone so she could contact Zahra's family.
Zahra just shook her head in despair.
The rose sighed, as she was instead confused by Zahra's fate.
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