Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
The Reason Behind All the Questions

As stone. Such was the image of HansH's face when he came out of the doctor's room with a map of medical reports in his hand. Without saying a word, not even poking my question about what the doctor told him, he clutched my wrist tightly and dragged me to the parking lot.

"Lake in!" his orders were harsh after he opened the car door on the passenger bench.

I shakes reluctantly. Really scared.

"Come in! We're going home now!" This time he forced my body into the car with both hands. He put a seatbelt into my body and then he slammed the door until it hit hard.

I had just managed to get the seatbelt that was holding my body back and was about to get out when HansH opened the car door. Quickly he pulled my hand before he even got in and sat behind the wheel.

"Take me off! Off!" scream fear.

HansH managed to put the seatbelt back into my body, and somehow he was sitting behind the wheel, plugging the keys and making the engine sound when one hand was still holding my wrist so tightly, and I revolted, anyway. While the map that he had been holding somehow now even he sat down.

"What's this about? Why are you being so rude? What's wrong?"

He refused to answer. However, his anger was clearly visible from both eyes even though he avoided my gaze, focused on looking at the streets and driving forward like a doormat.

I cried sobbing. "You-"

"Shut up!" HansH yelled at me, making me tremble in fear.

Sobbing, I opened my voice again. "You why?" ask with all my courage. "You're angry because I'm pregnant? Can't you believe that I'm your son? I-i understand. But have you promised me you'd give me time until this baby is born and you can do a DNA test? Why now...?"

"Be quiet. You can shut up, right?"

Oh my God, help me. Please take care of us. Save me and my womb. Please, God....

I could do nothing but surrender, only able to cry, letting HansH take me somewhere. It's too risky if I keep railing at HansH, I'm afraid he's getting worse and shooting at me instead. I also do not want to take the steering from him to stop the speed of the car like the scene in the soap opera that will end up causing accidents, harming others later. And I also don't want to recklessly jump out, risking for my fetus. I don't want to lose them. So I can only give up.

After quite a long journey, we arrived at the Elstone Farm Estate, in the village of Somerset. HansH stopped his car in the middle of a sixty-hectare plot, a sweeping rural view of Somerset, near an impressive 16th-century barn, made of honey-colored stone with doors and large bars made of oak. This amazingly beautiful place is usually used to hold a wedding reception. But who would have thought, today, HansH brought me to this place to vent his anger.

"Get out!" her dance.

No. gabe. I did not dare to do one thing other than to remain silent in my position. Meanwhile, HansH, he immediately came out with the firearm he had taken out from behind his suit, then opened the door by my side.

"Get out!" he shouted again, he grabbed my arm and pulled me forcibly.

I grimaced. It hurt my arm so much because of the grip of his hand so strong. "Please don't be rude" I asked. "I'm pregnant, and this is child-"

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at me.

"You... Do you really want to kill me?" my question is, I'm really scared.

HansH pulled the trigger....

The deg!

"HansH...?"

The door!

I screamed. The shock! But it turns out that first bullet he didn't put in my head.

I'm gasping. "you mean? Why are you asking-"

"You're not Alisah!"

Whahuh? Immediately confusion overpowered me.

"You're not Alisah! My alisah can't possibly get pregnant! You trickster! You're someone else pretending to be Alisah! You tricked me! You think I won't know forever that you're not Alisah? Heh! My alisah can't get pregnant! Alisah has blood type B! Not A! You trickster! You tricked me!"

I shook my head in confusion, panic, difficulty digesting HansH's words that gushed in anger and so quickly: about Alisah not being able to conceive, my brain connecting fast, that it was not HansH who was sentenced to be barren. So all this time he covered up his wife's shortcomings - I who he thought was Alisah. Then about my blood type and Alisah that is not the same, did Brother Sanjeev accidentally give me the wrong information, or did he deliberately reduce my fear when I was undercover first? And so my brain quickly triggered a thought: whatever it was, it was completely useless to think about, because, HansH should have known who I was, right? I told him the full truth about who I was in my letter at the time. Even I admit that I was a girl who did facial surgery to disguise herself as Alisah.

But, despite all the thoughts that crossed the fast and overlapping, I nodded and said, "Why are you asking? You already know all that, right? I told you who I really am."

"Omong empty!"

"I'm Zia...."

"Don't make it up to you!"

"HansH...!" my screams. "Listen to me first! Listen up!"

"What do I need to listen to, huh? Your bullshit?"

"Sheaaaammm...! Be quiet! Stop talking and listen to me!"

The door!

Silent for a moment, all that was heard was the roar of breath from the overflow of emotions we both had. The second bullet eruption made me tremble, my legs withered and felt paralyzed until I sagged to the ground.

It's an incredible misunderstanding. I realized that. Now I'm back as much as I like. "I'm Zia" I said weakly. "I am Zia. I'm not Alisah. Before I went to Korea, I told everything in the letter I sent to Aunt Heera."

"Omong empty! You lied!"

"For God's sake...! For God's sake...."

"You're a liar!"

"I swear. I'm not lying. I don't understand why you don't know. You said you'd read my letter. I explained everything in the letter. I left it to Aunt Heera and Aunt Heera handed it to you. Why is it like this now? I don't understand."

Hansh. "In that letter you just said you wanted to go. You want to go back to your life as Zia. You don't want to use your identity as Alisah. And you want to forget your past. That's all!"

I shakes in disbelief. "How could the contents of my letter be different?"

"Enough! Don't fool me again!"

Resignedly. I thought there was no point in me insisting. There was no point in me explaining anything to defend myself. "In that case, the only one who can explain this is Aunt Heera."

"Don't blame anyone else, asshole!"

I'm nodding. "Yes" I said. "I understand. I understand that you're angry, you don't believe me, you even hate me. I-i understand. I also understand if later it proves that what I'm saying is the truth and you can't forgive me, I understand. Please ask Aunt Heera. If you find out the truth later, and you still hate me, that's okay, I'll accept your hatred for me. I-i understand. But, please, let me stay alive until I give birth to this child. After that if you want to kill me, go ahead. I'm sincere. I'm sincere. But now, please, please very much, let these children be born. They're your kids. They're your flesh and blood, HansH. Please, for the sake of your flesh and blood, let them be born into this world. I beg you. I beg for them. I beg...."