MARISA'S TEARS
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Fahar POV.*

Early in the morning Fahar had finished bathing and getting dressed, then woke Sean up.

As soon as he woke up, Sean went straight to the room and just washed his face and brushed his teeth.

Fahar and Sean simultaneously head for the exit and they are shocked by the presence of Renta who is waiting for the presence of both of them.

"no need to bacot a lot, let's go to Marisa's hotel.hopefully the mother is still there."

They had arrived at a hotel and headed straight for the receptionist.

"on behalf of Anisa Dwi Armandi, is she still here?"

"it's been checked out by mom, and we can't give you any information about our guests, because it's privacy.

We just turned down a request from a man who asked for the identity of the guest."

Sean pulled Renta's still chortling hand about to argue with the receptionist.

Then Sean grabbed his phone, and contacted someone. After a tough negotiation, Sean finally smiled.

Then calling someone else again, after he finished calling someone, Sean turned Renta and then Fahar.

"Flights to Marisa's home address are still a long time away, so Sean rented a private jet. But what about our stuff at the Hotel huh?"

Renta pats Sean on the shoulder and grabs his cell phone.

"The talent will take care of it, I will last follow.

I've booked a hotel in the area, I'll send you the address."

"thanks for the help of you both."

fahar replied to the two of them, then held onto Sean's shoulder.

the deal has been agreed, Renta turns to the hotel while Fahar and Sean go to the airport to leave immediately.

Arriving at the airport, Fahar and Sean are at the mintak to wait for a while.

"very long Sean?"

Fahar was impatient, and Sean called his partner to face them both.

"so long waiting? why this?"

"yes sir, there's a little problem with his permission."

His partner answered and Sean called someone again, finished calling and then his partner immediately received a call.

"well sir, now we can go."

Said the man, and led Fahar and Sean to the private jet.

Finally they could depart, the journey to Marisa's house took three hours.

Because Marisa is on an island, where the sea breeze does not support flight.

The private jet pilot stopped at a nearby airport, and the crew apologized to Sean and Fahar.

"we're sorry, we didn't dare to pierce the sea breeze."

"it's okay sir, after all, it will endanger our lives if it continues. But is there a solution for me?"

Refuting Fahar to the pilot of the private jet, seen for a moment the pilot thought.

"board the boat aja sir, I have acquaintances of fishing boats who have experience in this weather.

that's if you want to? if you don't want to, wait another three hours there's a flight from the airport to the island sir."

Without thinking, Fahar and Sean accept the offer from the pilot.

They arrived at the port and boarded a fishing boat, quite large and not bad.

Fahar and Sean are in and the ship is sailing.

"where are you, son? it seems like a hurry."

Asked a middle-aged mother, who was suddenly sitting near the two of them.

hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha hahahaha

Hearing the words of the beaked mother traveler laughed.

"mom feels funny just hear the word traveler, sorry for being polite, son.

This mother is a merchant, this ship is not to fish anymore, but to transport merchandise from across there.

The original mother of the islanders, the island is not too big, the population is - that's all.

Most of the inhabitants, fishermen, farmers and little peddlers like this mother."

Fahar and Sean nodded, then Fahar grabbed his phone and showed Marisa's photo taken on the night of the award ceremony.

"have you ever seen this woman?"

The middle-aged mother put on her glasses, and noticed the photo.

"mom knows dong, this is Anisa. mother's best friend's daughter-in-law."

Said the middle-aged mother, then gave the phone to Fahar.

"the mother's pity saw Him, she was a widow. Her husband died and her in-laws drove her from her house without any provisions.

but Nak Anisa is a great woman, in this area of ours, Anisa is a great person.

Beautiful, generous and all citizens respect her, just like her late grandfather.

nak Anisa donated underprivileged schools, orphanages and so on.

The farmers owe a lot of money to Anisa, who was then repaid with his crops.

They and their families never buy food, all has been provided by farmers and fishermen."

"great ma'am, what is Anisa's job?"

Pretend not to know and Sean asked the middle-aged mother.

"what yes? he said write that, make a work of some kind of pictures and it can be money, ever mother to his house and explained.

but I don't understand, oh some of these things are their orders.

mom gets extra capital yes from nak Marisa, and mom cicil by giving her the goods.

Mother can send the children thanks to the capital from the son of Anisa, and now the debt of the same mother son Anisa has paid off half, and the rest of the mother cicil by selling basic goods.

but why are you questioning Anisa's son? who are you two?"

The mother is only aware of what the purpose and purpose of the question Fahar, and questions their purpose in looking for Anisa or Marisa.

"I used to be Anisa's husband ma'am, I was stupid and selfish to have let go of a wife who was like Anisa.

It was all just because I was easily provoked by my parents.

I am truly sorry for wasting my wonderful wife.

Maybe Anisa thought I was dead, it was all because of my poor treatment.It was only natural that Anisa thought I was dead.

If I were Anisa, maybe I would do the same.

I'm really sorry for losing Anisa, she's the greatest woman I've ever known.

I love her and I love her, mom, I'm sorry."

Instantly, Fahar's tears immediately dripped on His cheek and the middle-aged mother turned her head with a faint look.

"oh.....

so you're Papa the Elfata? so you're that mean guy?"

Ask the middle-aged mother, looks so disappointed gaze towards Fahar.

"yes ma'am, I am a useless man, who can be instigated and willing to waste my own wife and child."

fahar replied with a faint look, repeatedly Fahar wiped his tears away, but that did not reduce the glare of the eyes of the middle-aged mother.