Let Me Go
Chapter 52
In the afternoon, Zahra, Mommy and Citra just arrived at the village where Mother used to live.
In the village is really the village and inland, even inhabited by some residents only and they are the majority of Raymond's men.
"Ahhhhh is so fresh" said Zahra who had just got out of the car.
"Truely Ma'am, it's very fresh and also very cool" Citra smiled.
Mother let her two in the front yard, she entered along with Ray's men carrying things.
"Mother, I'm the same Sister Zahra wants to go to the lake behind ya" said Citra.
"Wouldn't you rest?" ask Mommy.
"There is rest, because there is also a cottage" Citra replied while carrying a drink.
Mother nodded her head, and then allowed her son and daughter-in-law to leave.
Zahra and Citra just go to the artificial lake that has a cottage and chair there.
"Have you known this place for a long time?" ask Zahra on Citra.
"No, I'm only here at the company and there are problems that threaten our safety. Like the time when Mbak Intan betrayed Kak Ray" Citra replied while sitting in the chair there.
Zahra sat there, staring straight at the beautiful lake.
"Bak, if if Brother Ray falls poor, will you stay with him?" ask Citra slowly.
"Partner, you know the life Mbak used to be with the former Husband Mbak is far from decent, he said, we really built everything from Zero and until the moment he was given the high post we felt grateful" Zahra replied with a pause.
"Mbak doesn't matter if Ray is poor or has nothing, as long as we are together and we can rebuild him together. It is precisely Mbak who is afraid of his own condition" said Zahra lowered his head.
In response, he knew how the story of his brother-in-law long before Ray and Zahra were married.
"Sir, the issue of heredity is indeed that which becomes a sway in every household. But I'm sure, Ma'am will have a Son really and even though there is no way God has other plans for you" said Citra softly.
"We do not matter Ma'am, the most important thing is that you are happy, harmonious and peaceful it is already a joy for Mother and Citra" he said again with a smile.
Zahra smiled, holding the hand of Citra gently.
"Mbak will always be with your brother, because he always makes you feel comfortable, safe and cared for. And I don't know how long we have to be far apart like this which makes Mbak very restless" Zahra replied with a small laugh.
"Not just Mbak, I'm the same dong" Citra said with a small laugh.
They then laughed crisply together, Citra was so happy her end could get a very warm sister-in-law.
Likewise with Zahra, he is also happy because he can also get a sister-in-law like his own sister.
The image does not mention the child or pregnancy, he does not want to make the brother hurt to hear it.
Until the sky let out its orange color they just finished the conversation.
Zahra invited Citra to come in because it was night.
Their activities were witnessed by the Mother, who made Mother smile with a big smile because she looked at the two getting along.
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Zahra and Citra decided to cook for dinner, they will cook a simple menu typical of Indonesia.
The image will prepare the snack, and Zahra will cook.
"What are you helping?" ask the mother who came to the kitchen.
"Mother sit down, wait for the food to ripen after that we eat and finish eating we relax on the back porch" Zahra replied gently and smiled.
Mother nodded her head, she then sat on the dining chair that was there.
He saw how shrewd Zahra in cooking and deft Citra in making snacks.
Not only were the three of them there, the five of them along with Ray's men were on guard.
Even Ray sent some other men to watch over and take care of his three women.
After 1 hour struggling with combat tools in the kitchen, Zahra and Citra were finished with the action.
Zahra arranged her cooking and Citra gave it to the guards in front.
"Hemm very fragrant, son" said Mother seductively.
"Let's eat" Citra asked with a chuckle.
They nodded, Zahra took food for the Mother after that for herself.
Then they ate dinner with greed and silence, they enjoyed the delicious Zahra cuisine.
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