
Now Ammar has brought Nara home. But he did not let Nara enter the room before answering her question.
"You intend to sue me for that?" He crossed his legs while leaning on the sofa. While Nara sat in front of him while playing her nails.
"Because of that? You still think that's trivial? That means a lot to me!" unfortunately, he was completely inexhaustible with Ammar. He stared at Ammar with a thousand pricks, but his fingers trembled down there.
"Don't you think he's going to spread our marriage?"
"Why? Are you afraid of your position as a leader to be overthrown? Or can you two plan to investigate Damar fall apart? Do I have no right to think of myself?" Lately his mouth can not be arrested, he always denied Ammar accordingly.
"Not that... You don't remember someone almost harassing you because of our marriage rumors? You don't think that Detective could've done anything crazier to you just because you're a payable woman?" Ammar's tone sounded sharp and fast as if offsetting Nara's annoyance.
Nara was speechless hearing Ammar's scolding, there was a truth to that too.
Ammar lifted his body from the back of the sofa. Looked at Nara with great attention. "I'm thinking about you... So don't show people that you're not important to me."
"Why..? Why are you thinking of me? Why am I important to you?" Nara raised her gaze, replying to Ammar's shady gaze with a sharp look.
"Because of you." pregnant with my son, that's what Ammar had in mind. How meaningful the woman in front of him defeated the position of Irene who for years inhabited the recesses of his heart.
"It must remain my wife until Damar is caught." Furthermore, he threw that attentive look away from his face. He was afraid that Nara would drown further. He knew the woman had a very soft heart and was easily touched.
Nara snorted in annoyance, I don't know what she expected from the sharp-mouthed man's words. Even though what had happened was a mistake, Nara still wanted Ammar to consider it important. But it turned out that Ammar only considered it a mistake that was completely meaningless.
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Today, Ammar and Irene's parents died 20 years ago. In all-black clothes Ammar and Irene come to the funeral to commemorate the day of death. Not to forget Nara also they brought. Ammar actually forbade Nara to come along for fear of her condition. But Irene insisted on asking, so Ammar could not refuse. He doesn't have a good reason for that.
Seeing Irene and Ammar laying flowers, Nara followed them. For a moment they were silent, sending prayers and giving greetings.
"Ma, Pa. your daughter-in-law is coming." said Irene, Nara turned to look at him. Then Irene held Nara's shoulder and gestured to say hello to the owner of the navel.
"My wife's getting pretty, isn't she Pa?" Lirih Ammar's.
Irene who was standing right next to Ammar immediately smiled softly. Ammar will always praise her beauty in front of their parents.
While Nara is confused, because she feels that the wife called Ammar is herself. He was confused because the word 'added' said Ammar. When did he ever visit this tomb? Today was her first time. Why does Ammar seem to say that they often go there. At once he was confused why Ammar praised his wife, not their marriage was only a contract.
While Nara was busy with her thoughts, Ammar quietly glanced at her even a small smile as he looked at Nara's busy expression on his own.
Then the three of them moved next door, where the tombs of Denias and Gita were located. Irene immediately shed tears at that moment. He remembered all his childhood memories, how happy they used to be. But all those memories were charred and became the ashes of vengeance in Irene's mind.
The sky that had been dark at last poured out its water. Not too heavy, but the stub is quite large in the wind that blows some flower petals into the air.
They immediately headed for the car, Ammar rushed off his suit and gave it to Irene. Then he put his hands on Nara's head, and they walked quickly with Ammar's back as an umbrella for Nara's body. His tall body was enough to block the rain stubs so as not to wet Nara's body. While Irene first ran towards the car.
"Slow down." said Ammar afraid Nara slipped.
Nara's heart rate was not safe at the time. Who would remain calm when given such attention? It is undeniable Nara began to feel the other side of Ammar which is getting warmer and warmer.
As he got into the car, Irene looked over. He saw Ammar and Nara heading there. His hands squeezed firmly into Ammar's suit. That should be his position, why did Ammar choose to lend his back to Nara. He actually felt a hot sigh that burned his chest cavity.
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The Detective office...
Sandra was stunned when she saw the authenticity of the wedding documents of Ammar and Irene. It was officially recorded in America.
"Who is Irene?" muttered Sam, he really did not expect Ammar was playing Nara now.
"Irene Louise, is she Mr. Denias' daughter?" sandra was doubtful. Is it possible that the rumor that Denias had children out of wedlock is true. It used to be a very intense rumor among journalists, there were even some newspapers that preached it. In the end the rumors of her marriage to Gita quelled the rumors.
"How do you think Nara would react if she knew this?" Sandra could feel for sure Nara would be very hurt.
"Surely he will feel very deceived." said Sam.
"cch.. You're so stupid, he's gonna be so hurt. The man who married her already had a wife. Surely she'll feel like a snatch of people's husbands..."
"hey watch your words, Irene herself offered the wedding. So he's not a snatch for people's husbands. What is Nara hurting for anyway? Marriage is just a contract, there is no love between them."
Sandra squinted her eyes, "Who knows ..maybe the seeds of love have blossomed between them."
"That's ridiculous.. Where could Ammar leave his wife for Nara." - Sam. I don't know why he didn't hear Sandra talk about it.
"Nara is also his wife..."
"The wife of the contract." insisted Sam. He had to say that between Ammar and Nara there was only a contract letter. Nara herself said that Ammar was not at all the man she had imagined.
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