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"Is it flood-prone here?" ansel asked, while staring out the window. The rain was so heavy that water from the moat began to rise to the surface.
"Yes," Melisa replied, holding her sleeping daughter in her arms. "But the water did not enter the house. At most the front alley there is a severe flood," continued Melisa, explaining.
Ansel nodded in understanding, then sat himself down again on the sofa. His eyes looked at Zahra who was sleeping in Melisa's arms. "Didn't you put him to bed in the room?" ask Ansel.
"Ah, yes. But, I had a little trouble lifting her up," Melisa replied as she chuckled softly, then rubbed her daughter's cheek.
"Why not say?" Ansel moved, approached Melisa and lifted up Zahra's tiny body slowly. "Say where's the room??"
Melisa went and walked ahead, then opened the door to her room. "Put it on my bed" said Melisa.
Ansel walked into the blue room, then laid Zahra on the bed.
"Your room is nice, it's navy blue, it's the color of my tribe" Ansel said.
"Oh, really? I used to choose this blue color by mistake" Melisa replied as she was. While covering his daughter's body, and turn on the AC.
Ansel was still paying attention to the blue room. Not too big, but it looks very neat.
"Are you hungry, sir?" ask Melisa.
Ansel stared at the luxurious watch that was coiled around his wrist. And it turns out that time has shown at 11 noon. "Yes, a little hungry" Ansel replied.
Melisa nodded slowly, then headed for the kitchen and followed Ansel.
"Why are you following me?"
"I just want to see you cook. Hygienic or not" Ansel replied.
Melisa rolled her eyes off guard, and let Ansel stay there. Then, he took out the cooking ingredients that he would process.
"Hey! What are you cooking?" asked Ansel, when he saw Melisa take out kale and tempe.
"Kale stir fry and Tempe fried. Oh, I forgot that you might have eaten something like this" Melisa said, sneering at Ansel.
"Abroad! I once ate it, while in Semarang," answered Ansel ketus, then leaned his back on the two-door refrigerator, cross-legged on the chest while staring at Melisa who was chopping kale vegetables.
"Mel, may I ask you a question?"
"Hem, just ask, sir," Melisa replied, without turning her head.
Melisa heard Ansel's words, snapping her movements for a moment. "Ask whatever you want to know, sir," said Melisa, sounding flat. Singing kale has been completed, now switch to wash the kale until clean and continue to make seasonings.
"Mel, is your ex-husband really Mr Edward?"
"Yes," Melisa replied briefly, while slicing the onion.
"He's working with my Daddy's company. And have you been forbidden from meeting Zahra all this time?" ask Ansel again.
"Yes, Sir. Ever since we divorced Zahra's custody has been in Edward's hands! For that I beg you, help me to seize custody of Zahra," Melisa pinta sobbed, then wiped her tears.
"I'll help you, Mel. Moreover, Zahra has been abandoned so, I also do not accept if Zahra foster by her father," said Ansel.
"Thank you, Mister. Hicks ... ." Melisa crying sobbing.
"Eh! Did I make you sad? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up your old wounds" said Ansel, feeling guilty, then approached Melisa, holding her shoulder.
"I'm not sad because of my past. But, my finger is sliced by a knife, huwaaaaa ...." Melisa showed her finger that was already spitting out fresh blood.
Ansel was startled, reflexively directly pulling Melisa's hand and sipping the injured finger.
"Eh, sir, no!" Melisa was no less surprised, wanted to pull her finger but was held back by Ansel.
Melisa looked up at Ansel who was still sipping her finger very gently. The eyes of the two met, locking onto each other. His heart was beating uncharacteristically, and there was a strange hissing that ran through their entire body, which was hard to pin down.
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