I'm his mother
39.Darren's Rejection

"There's nothing strange about all this footage. Things are going well, even your son is preparing like nothing ever happened here. Then, where did he get all those bruises. It's not from the story that Namira said it was all done at home by Alma, if it's true. Why does it feel weird Ham, if Alma did it when? The woman is seen rarely at home, there is only your son and his nanny" explained Marco, a tattooed man who deliberately asked Abra for help to investigate the problems his son was facing.

It's not impossible to lpor the police, it's just. Abra is required to keep the good name of the family that is so blocked and also clean from the case.

Of course it becomes a consideration for Abra to call his best friend who does have the ability in the field of investigating cases that are kept secret from the public.

Abra seemed to think, exactly what Marco said. There is something strange about the statement of the child about the perpetrator of the violence.

If it's true Alma, when did the woman do her. While his daily life he always came home at night and woke up when Darren was not home anymore.

And strange again, cctv at home that Abra put up. Seemed to display the usual daily life, there is nothing strange at all there.

While Darren himself, is now in the apartment that Namira used to live in when she was pregnant.

The little boy refused to go back home even though his father was there. It was clearly the fear he had been hiding.

I don't know what happened to her to traumatize her like this. Even these two days, Darren did not want to go home and did not want to meet anyone.

Only Namira was allowed into her room there. Even the father, he strongly refused his arrival.

"Hows it? Does he still refuse to meet me?" abra asked as soon as he saw Namira coming out of Darren's room carrying a tray from his lunch and his son.

Namira stared flatly at the man who had been two days so distraught because his presence was always rejected by the child.

Namira just cleared her throat and left Abra who looked so tormented because he could not meet his daughter, Darren.

"Please persuade her Nami, I miss her a lot," Abra followed Namira's steps towards the kitchen.

"I tried, but he refused. Maybe, for now it's better that Darren come with me first. I can't stay here, either, I'm afraid I'm suspicious. Moreover, you who just keep going in and out of this apartment, what people say if they see us this way," replied Namira without turning her head to the man who stood right behind her.

"What if other people see us like this? We are lawful husband and wife in the eyes of law and religion. Why bother thinking about other people's opinions?"

It wasn't the snaps Namira did that made Abra startled. But the nickname Namira pinned was what made him stunned in disbelief.

'Mas? Said Mas earlier? Really, I didn't listen wrong?' his mutter stared in disbelief at the woman who was currently staring at him as well, with a gaze full of fury.

But Abra ignores that, his heart still filled with flowers when Namira finally called him 'Mas'.

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"Sorry, who is it? And, who's looking for it?" asked the pale-faced middle-aged woman as she opened the door of her house which was knocked on by someone.

"I want to meet Mom, I have something to say about Mom's daughter, Namira. Can I come in?"

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