I'm Not an Old Virgin
Chapters 26.3
With a light step Safira entered the house accompanied by her husband. His face did not show the panic that was eating away at him right now. It was the same as in the usual time, even Ali to the point of amazed to see his wife.
"Assalamualaikum" Salam Safira and Ali entered the living room.
Fathers including a married couple who claimed to be Ai's family turned their heads towards the entrance. They saw a young mismatched couple enter the living room.
"Mosur." They can't shift focus.
Seeing Sapphira and Ali go hand in hand made the shabby couple think back to Ai's parents before being snatched away by the Creator.
"Safira, come here." Dad patted the empty spot beside him.
Safira nodded politely, "Okay, Dad."
He sat himself next to Father, directly facing the shabby couple. While Ali sat to his right so that he was flanked by two great men as if to be a shield for Sapphira if something happens that is not desirable.
A warm sweep touched his tensed back. Safira turned her head and saw Ali's gentle smile beside her. It was as if her husband had told her with a smile that everything would be fine.
"Pak Daman and Miss Santi, this is Safira my daughter-in-law and next to her husband and my son, Ali. They were the ones who adopted Ai since 1 year ago and were already recorded in our family card a few months ago after completing the adoption legal procedure." In a light and earthy voice Father introduced them to the shabby married couple.
His names are Mr. Daman and Ms. Santi. From the faces of the two of them Safira judged that there was no one who really resembled Ai. He grew increasingly suspicious whether perhaps the intentions of these two people were not good for Ai.
Mr. Daman and Ms. Santi smiled awkwardly at them. It seems obvious that they are quite embarrassed to face Father, Sapphira, and Ali. Moreover, the sofa they were sitting on right now was too expensive to be touched by a poor person like them.
They are unusual and more common sitting on the cold floor than on luxury goods.
"Then Safira and Ali, meet Mr. Daman and Ms. Santi. They were Uncle and Aunt Ai from D city. They came here to talk to you about something." Said Dad still in the same voice.
Safira smiled faintly not saying anything. The meaning of silence at this time is that he is waiting for Mr. Daman or Ms. Santi to start their conversation. She was actually impatient but kept holding back while praying that they would come here instead of taking Ai away from her.
"Pak Daman and Miss Santi, please drink your coffee. Don't be so rude in front of us." Mother entered while carrying coffee on a tray. Then behind followed Sifa with a tray of various kinds of sweet snacks and uploading tastes.
"Thank you Madam, but you shouldn't bother." Mr. Daman's old face smiled awkwardly mixed with embarrassment.
Especially when his old eyes accidentally caught both of Sifa's big eyes staring suspiciously at him and Miss Santi, he felt even more embarrassed and felt unworthy. This blatant action of Sifa made Mother and Ali let out a long sigh. So to keep the situation conducive Mother asked Sifa to return to the park to accompany the children to play.
Sifa was obviously reluctant to leave but could not resist. Especially now that there was a guest so he had to guard the honor of his family.
There's an extra guy here. Mr. Daman and Ms. Santi are increasingly uncomfortable. Especially when no one spoke after that they felt increasingly cornered.
"I'm sorry sir, earlier. Dad said you guys came here to talk about something. So, can Mr Daman tell us what you want to talk about?" Ali said politely to open the conversation.
Because he noticed that Mr. Daman and Ms. Santi looked embarrassed and awkward in front of them. Maybe it was because of their first meeting this time.
Miss Santi pulled her husband's long-sleeved clothes. His eyes looked pretty and there was a dark stain below. Maybe it was because he had trouble sleeping.
"Mr and Madam, was Non Ai okay during her stay here?" He asked in an old voice that sounded weak.
Non Ai?
They were all surprised. Without asking any questions they know that Ai's position with Pak Daman and Bu Santi is not the same. No, rather they do not have blood relations because if they did, then Mr. Daman would not have used the 'Non' frills before mentioning Ai.
"You guys.." Safira straightened her back holding back the feeling of uneasiness.
Mr. Daman and Ms. Santi looked at each other, on their old faces there was a tiredness there.
"We are Non Ai's servants, Madam. Before the Master and Madam disappeared due to a car accident, we were still working in the mansion and in charge of guarding Non Ai." Mr. Daman explained.
Safira squinted her hands trembling.
"You said both of his parents disappeared?" His whisper held tight. "Then why are you.Why did you throw Ai into that horrible place?" Safira asked with a piercing tone.
"Why did you send Ai to the orphanage instead of raising her? Isn't that a task-"
"Son," Father touched the top of Sapphira's head. Making all of Safira's anger immediately evaporate somewhere. This touch was so warm just like Abi's hand.