Miss Crazy Rich's Contract Husband
Identity that is always hidden

By Wiraditya's mother.

staring at the back of his son and his distant son-in-law made Wiraditya's mother feel her eyeballs look teary, teary, there was a sense of tightness that hit him every time he saw Wiraditya or the daughter of the Hillatop family who became his son-in-law.

Not feeling the old woman's eyeballs wet, she tried to wipe her tears for some time, restraining the sobbing Isak in her chest from breaking.

"Have Wiraditya and his wife gone home?." One voice shocked him, one neighbor peeked curiously.

Mother hurriedly wiped back the remaining tears, turning her head towards the origin of the sound quickly.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why not go with them? being alone is hard enough?." The woman asked curiously, ordinary, the neighbor was always like that.

"Let the children go with their own household, we parents should not come and interfere together, he said, because sometimes unconsciously our presence can be a shame or even cause discomfort in their household relationships." Very wise the way the mother gives an answer, widening her smile at the neighbor who asked.

"But mbak often sickly, a bit worried that Mbak suddenly fell back as the other day." not wrong concern looks behind the face of the neighbor, the neighbor, for her, Madame Ashraf is not in good health.

Instead of answering the old woman just developed her smile, chose to go in the house and not continue their conversation.

It is not strange that people feel worried about Wiraditya's mother, because as far as they know the woman does not have a family both far and near, during their stay there they knew they only lived three lives without any family ever visiting there. Although it is undeniable sometimes the neighbors wonder if it is possible in this current era there are families who do not have other families.

When he moved there the age of the wiraditya was still very small, still wearing a shabby and worn blue white uniform, his father said he had died several years because of illness suffered, he said, he said his job was a traveling motorcycle repairman. The mother was a traveling laundry worker, no one ever knew the true identity of their family.

But there have been rumors in the past he said Wiraditya's father was involved in the murder of someone, in fact to this day the news has no concrete evidence that justifies the mouth of the news anchor, because when the personal data from the family card was brought, there was never a criminal record ever committed by Wiraditya's father.

Mohammed Ashraf, that name is clear of any criminal record.

The woman sighed when she saw Wiraditya's mother enter her house.

There Wiraditya's mother is seen trying to sigh slowly for some time, she is trying to move towards the kitchen, carrying a teapot and tea cup slowly inside. Allow yourself to put all the items slowly onto the wooden table in the kitchen.

The woman tried to reach for the cup of drinking water, she thought it was her time to eat medicine for herself for her own health, moving to turn her body slowly while carrying the drinking water, she said, but he had not yet made a single sound to surprise himself.

"Assalamualaik." One voice sounded from out there.

"Wa'alaikum sallam." The woman scrunched her forehead, stepping out of the kitchen slowly.

Think who's visiting her house.

As soon as he came out he tried to sharpen his gaze, paying attention to who stepped in from the front door, so aware of who came, mother reviewed her best smile, excited to welcome the arrival of the figure in front there. But in the following seconds Wiraditya's mother stopped her footsteps, when she realized behind the figure appeared someone else who moved closer to her.

Prangggg.

"Hahhhh." As soon as Wiraditya's mother dropped the cup in her hand, she covered her mouth with both hands, her body shook and instantly her tears spilled.