I'm his mother
36.Amarah Namira

Braaakkck...

Instantly the attention of the two people in the room was distracted by the sound of the door being opened violently to cause a sound that was loud enough to fill the room.

"Miss, I told you not to enter carelessly. Come out first," said the girl who is estimated to be the same age as Namira was staring fearfully at her superior who was now staring at an uninvited guest.

"Sorry sir, I tried to prevent him from entering. But____"

"It's okay, you can leave us alone" Abra said as she worked with her secretary and personal assistant.

The two men under his control bowed respectfully and then left the room, leaving behind their superiors and guests.

"Surprised, what brings you here, Ms Nami?" tanya Abra got up from her oversized chair and walked over to Namira who looked not good.

Plaaaakkk...

Set...

Not to mention the shock Abra lost with the arrival of his second wife in the office of his company.

Now Abra's shock grew with the heat of his cheek coming from Namira's tiny hands.

One more, not to mention his consciousness recovering from those two shock. Now Abra was again flabbergasted when Namira grabbed the suit she was wearing and brought her face closer to the face of Namira who was holding back the mounting anger.

Abra frowned, she did not understand what Namira was saying at the moment. But the one thing Abra caught from all the words that came out of Namira's mouth was, it was all about their son 'Darren'.

Abra blocks Namira's hand as the woman is about to leave from his presence. Feeling her steps stopped Namira tried to release Abra's hand and rebelled with all her might.

But his power again lost to the power of Abra. Because the man did not want to budge in the least and let him go.

"Once you're a jerk, I'll take my son away from you. Enough of what you did to her, I won't let that happen again" said Namira, who could no longer hold back her tears.

Recalling how her pain Darren and the tiny body were again filled with bruises, angering her uncontrollably until her tears could no longer bear to not come out.

"Explain first, what happened? What do you mean by all of your words Namira," Abra answered, tightening his grip on Namira's hand.

Namira immediately gave up her cell phone and showed me all the photos she had taken.

"Look, good look at all that. I'll make a report on this, no matter the money. If I have to, I'll return everything from my son back to me" Namira handed Abra her phone rudely.

Abra immediately caught the phone that almost fell to the floor. His eyes were perfectly rounded, his body bristling with the tightness and anger that peaked when he saw the photo of his beloved son with a body full of bruises.

"If you can't love him, that's okay. But don't hurt her like that, I'm willing to endure the pain and destruction of being forced to let go of her to live with you. Together with his biological father, hope he will get the affection and decent life, not a life full of wounds and pain like this moment. If you can't love her and accept her presence because it was born from a woman you never loved, it's okay but please, please give her back to me," lirih Namira at length interrupted his sobs that had now broken when the tightness was squeezing his chest to find his son living with pain and wounds.