My Husband's Infidelity
Adopts

Fazril and his wife entered the orphanage. The two looked around looking crowded with children passing by. Nuri smiled kindly, as one by one they greeted her kindly and politely. Looks like the residents of the parlors here are well-educated.

It is proven that they are very friendly to visitors. However, there was one child that caught the attention of both of them. When other children were playing, this child was seen sitting alone with his back on the back of the chair. The eyes of the 10-year-old boy looked straight ahead with a blank look. Nuri stared fixedly at the child, for some reason her heart felt stunned.

"What's wrong with you, baby?" asked Fazril turned his head and looked at the face of Nuri the wife.

"Huh? Eu ... No, not, Mas. I'm fine" replied Nuri staring back at her husband's face with a small smile. Finally they arrived at the office where the mother of the home was waiting for their arrival.

"Good morning, sir, Mom. Please come in" the door later.

"Good morning too, Mom. Introduce me Fazril and this is my wife Nuri. I called Mother yesterday" replied Fazril introduced himself and his wife while greeting the middle-aged woman who is the caretaker and owner of the home.

"I'm Fatima's mother the owner of this home, please sit Mother, sir."

"Thank you, Mother Fatima," Nuri answered and sat in the chair side by side with her husband.

"Look, Mom. We plan to adopt a child from this orphanage. What procedures should we do?" ask Fazril.

"That's all, sir. We will tell you what procedures you need to do. However, before that is done can you tell the child what age you want to adopt?"

"Eu ... Look, Mom. I saw a boy sitting there alone. May I get to know him" Nuri said staring out the window.

"Which child do you mean?"

Nuri pointed at the child she had just seen. I don't know why his heart felt trembling when he first saw the boy. The mother nodded in understanding, while Fazril frowned because his wife said nothing when they passed by.

"Oh him. Hm! His name is Stela, about 10 years old. He's a new resident here. Only about 1 month he was entrusted here by his Tantenya. Both of the boy's parents had just died a few months ago, and since his relatives had no one to care for, the boy's aunt left him in this orphanage," obviously Mother's home is long.

"What a pity for him. Though the child was so beautiful, why were his relatives no one willing to take care of him?"

"They said they couldn't afford Stela, that's why she was sent here."

"May I meet him, ma'am?"

"Of course I can, I'll call him here for a minute."

Nuri and her husband nodded their heads. Meanwhile, Fatima's mother immediately came out of the room to call a child named Stela. Fazril grabbed his wife's palm and clasped her fingers tightly.

"Come, Mas. My feelings were immediately stunned when I saw the child earlier. I don't know why I feel like there's something strange in my heart. Looks like that kid needs us more than any other kid who looks so happy. Let's see first, if the child is willing for us to adopt," replied Nuri with a small smile.

Yes ... He did indeed feel something strange when he saw Stela's face. Like a bond that he himself does not understand what and why? Nuri felt ordinary when she saw the children who were playing so cheerfully out there, but her heart felt stunned when she saw Stela who was just sitting alone with her gloomy face.

"Well, if you feel that way. We just know the boy first, hopefully he's willing to make us adoptive children."

Nuri nodded her head while smiling a little and also clasped her husband's palm. Not long after, Fatima's mother returned with a child named Stela. The little girl's face looked flat on Nuri and Fazril's face. Stela really looks moody, there is no look of cheerful face. This kid looks so depressed.

"Stela, the same salim Om and Aunt," pinta Ibu Fatimah and soon followed by Stela.

He greeted the 2 strangers who were currently in front of him alternately with flat faces. Nuri asks Stela to sit next to him.

"Whose name are you, son?" tanya Nuri tidied up Stela's long hair that was a little messy.

"My name is S-stela, Auntie," Stela replied as she lowered her head.

"Hm! What a good name. Meet Aunt Nuri, and this Aunt's husband is Om Fazril."

Stela simply nodded her head faintly, staring at the faces of the two in turn.

"Stela darling. This auntie Om wants to adopt you, they're good people. I'm also sure you'll be well needed by them. Do you want to be Om's foster son with this Aunt?" ask Fatimah's mother.

Stela was silent while looking down. He played his thumb fingernails not knowing what to answer Fatima's questions. He had just been dumped by his own Tantenya, as a child of course he felt hurt and it made Stela feel traumatized. If he is adopted, honestly he feels afraid that he will be thrown away again later.

"Why are you quiet, baby. If you want us to adopt, Auntie promises to love you with all her heart. We also promise to meet all your needs, baby. You don't need to be afraid," asked Nuri looking fixed on Stela's face with loving eyes.

"Rubber, baby. I promise to be a good father to you. We are anxious to have a daughter, 15 years we married God still has not entrusted us to have a child, and this beautiful wife Om immediately fell in love when she first saw you, dear."

Stela immediately raised her head and looked at the faces of the 2 people in turn. The eyes of this child appear reddened like they harbor deep sadness. Her pretty face really looks gloomy.

"If I was adopted by Om and Aunt, would I be thrown away again like my aunt did? I am a child who is usually just troublesome, I am a bad boy, I am also a child who does not know himself. That's why I'm here" Stela replied in a trembling voice.

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