Forced to Marry Brutal Principal
The Eps 51

Zahra went into the room that Stella showed, in the room Zahra immediately lay her body on the bed and she fell asleep because she was tired.

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In a beautiful afternoon...

Zahra invited Mawar's mother to sit back by the lake, Zahra told her about her life while in Indonesia, likewise with Mother Rose she told me about her two daughters who chose to live in Indonesia with their husbands.

"Mommy doesn't want to go back to Indonesia...??" ask Zahra.

"No. for Indonesian mothers it is like hell." he said.

Zahra did not want to make the Rose mother more sad.

Zahra turned the conversation to another topic.

Stella also accompanied Zahra and Miss Roses. Stella's always been wherever Miss Roses are.

Stella is an orphan who met Fathiya the first daughter of Mawar bu in Indonesia.

At that time Fathiya was snapped in a traditional market, Stella saved Fathiya's goods that were snapped, since then Fathiya invited Stella to work at her home.

Stella is a great woman who is very dexterous, she is a woman of all kinds in various fields.

A year Stella worked as a driver and personal bodyguard Fathiya, Stella is not only good at defending diro, Stella is also good at cooking and cleaning the house.

Maybe because his hard life made him a great person.

After a year of working with Fathiya, Mother Rose fell ill. Rose's mother asked one of her daughters to stay in Paris, but due to her duties and contracts, she was unable to return to Paris.

Fathiya and Alita (the second daughter of Mother Rose) asked her mother to live in Indonesia, so they could take care of her mother after they worked, but Mawar's mother did not want to remember her painful past if she colonized the homeland.

"Mom...Stella picked up Stella's phone that was left behind in the car." said Stella when she remembered her phone left in the car.

"Yes.mom same Zahra streets there ya.." said Roses while pointing towards the edge of the lake.

"Yes buk..." Stella stepped into the car to pick up her phone. While Rose and Zahra continue to walk down the edge of the lake enjoying the soothing afternoon breeze.

As they were walking leisurely, suddenly a young man ran pushing Zahra's body until Zahra fell into a lake with a very deep edge.

Zahra who could not swim immediately drowned, occasionally he tried to jump to the surface but all his efforts were in vain.

He was tired and fainted unconscious.

"Please.please..." Rose's panicked mother tried to scream for help, while the young man immediately went irresponsibly.

Stella who heard the screams of the Rose Mother running towards the Rose Mother, Stella saw Zahra's body drowning, she immediately jumped to swim grabbed Zahra's body and took her to the edge of the lake.

"Come on Stell.help Zahra.." Pinta Bu Rose was hysterically afraid of anything happening to Zahra.

Stella directly presses Zahra's chest to drain water from her lungs.

Zahra still did not respond to Stella's action, finally Stella dingsinged up Zahra's sleeve to check Zahra's pulse.

At that time Mother Rose saw a black birthmark on Zahra's wrist. She recalled her missing youngest daughter had the same birthmark as Zahra's.

"Azza..." Bathin Mother Rose, the more panicked she wants Zahra to wake up quickly and question her real life.

"Zahra..wake up...!!!" pinta bu Roses.

Stella, who had checked Zahra's pulse, tried to give Zahra an artificial breath.

Hose not how long Zahra was awake by spewing a lot of water from his mouth.

Mother Rose, who had been panicking, was finally relieved to see Zahra who had regained consciousness.

"Zahra.." - The rose hugged Zahra, the mother of Rose, as if she missed her daughter who was lost.

Flash back On's...

The rose with her little family was playing in the park.

At that time Fathiya and Alita who had aged 10 years and 8 years played with her sister Azza.

While busy playing Fathiya saw the ice cream dealer, he approached the ice cream seller and bought ice cream that was followed by Alita from behind.

Because waiting for the queue to buy ice cream at that time that many children who wait their turn next to the ice cream cart they forget the existence of his sister Azza, when the Rose took something in his car.

When he returned, he again found his daughters where he had left them, Roses went around the park looking for his three daughters, Roses saw Fathiya and Alita were buying ice cream, but he did not see his youngest daughter Azza.

"Fathiyas...Alita...Where is your sister...???" rose was angry with her two daughters.

Fathiya and Alita point to where she left Azza but they no longer see Azza playing there.

They tried to search around the park and its surroundings but did not find Azza.

The panicked rose immediately contacted her husband. They were looking for Azza all day.

But they found no trace of Zahra's existence, more than a year they searched for Zahra but all their efforts did not bear fruitful results.

Rose who felt bad about losing her daughter she decided to move to Paris. The center of the company managed by her husband. Since he moved to Paris he no longer wants to set foot in the country.

Flash back Off....

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A month has passed, all the efforts made by Hermawan and Faiz have not been fruitful.

Eventually Faiz had the idea to spread Zahra's photos throughout Paris. And put the no. of his cell phone and the Hermawan postel in the leaflet.

Faiz also asked the Hermawan man to reproduce the Zahra Photo on his phone. Then told them to spread it all over Paris.

Faiz hoped that with his efforts this time, he would find Zahra.

Hermawan's men also took a photo of Zahra in Faiz's cell phone.

They stepped out of the house, and returned to carry out the orders of their master.

"Ra...how are you doing now...??? you must miss me too.I miss you Ra.." murmured Faiz in the heart of his wife who until now has not been found..

Elsewhere, Zahra was in the garden behind the Rose House.

Zahra misses her husband very much at this time, especially from the innate orok who always wants to be near her father.

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