My Wife Drabia's
49.Not the heart

Like being struck by lightning too. Drabia is silent watching Ansel and Ms. Nimas debate through the laptop in front of her.

"Ansel's not Nimas and Om Hendry's real son?" mumbling Drabia.

Drabia got off the top of the bed, ran out of the room. Drabia wanted to ask Mr. Ilham. Thought her father knew all about Ansel.

Tok tok!

"Dad!" call Drabia while knocking on her parents' bedroom door.

Shortly after the door of the room opened, revealing the soso of a middle-aged man.

"What's wrong?" asked Mr. Ilham, his eyes looked sleepy.

"Is it true that Ansel is not the son of Om Hendry and Nimas' mother?" ask Drabia directly. His face seemed impatient waiting for an answer from his face.

Mr. Ilham sharpened his gaze to Drabia's face." Where do you know?" askalanya.

Itiu is a secret that has been hidden in the meeting of Mr. Ilham all this time.

Drabia also said that he saw the debate Ansel and Ms. Nimas through the cctv recording at Mr. Hendry's house.

"Ansel left Yah's house" said Drabia again, who had seen Ansel leave the house left by Hendry his best friend.

"Where to?" Mr. Ilham immediately worried, making his sleepy eyes become literate.

"Don't know, well, I'm going to check the cctv in his car" Drabia ran into his room, followed by Mr. Ilham from behind.

"Well! Ansel went to our old house" Drabia exclaimed after seeing where Ansel was taking his car.

Mr. Ilham breathed a sigh of relief.

"How's Dad? Do we just go near him?. Poor Ansel Well, he's alone." Drabia shed her tears seeing Ansel so pitifully.

Mr. Ilham nodded his head. And they both rushed out of the house.

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Ansel who dropped his forehead on the steering wheel of the car, continued to cry sobbing. He had no idea what his feelings were like at this moment. It turns out that he is not the son of both of his parents. He was 28 years old, but no one told him. Who are her real parents?.

Tok tok tok tok

Ansel turned towards the window glass beside him. It turns out that Nimas' mother was following him.

"Ansel, open the door, Mama's sorry!" exclaim the woman from outside.

Ansel just silently wiped his tears without intending to open the door of his car.

"Mama didn't mean to hurt you. Mama loves you Ansel, even though you're not Mama's real son!" exclaim that middle-aged woman again.

"Mama is just worried, your Papa's house belongs to someone else. That's the only treasure we have. In that house there are many memories of us with your Papa!" persuade Mother Nimas regret because it has slipped reveal the truth about Ansel.

If Ansel leaves, he has nowhere to hang himself anymore. Who will finance his life.

"Ansel, Son!" call Nimas' mother again because Ansel didn't open the door or the windshield." Mama's sorry!" yell again.

Ansel kept crying, he didn't know who to mutter?. Papa, Dad, Mom, Mom, Grandpa or Grandma. Whose son is he?, whose descendant?.

"Mama, I'm sorry Ansel!. Mama loves you. Mama was just a khilaf baby!" exclaim that middle-aged woman again.

"Nimas!"

The heavy voice instantly turned Mother Nimas' gaze towards the men and women who were walking towards her.

Ansel, who heard the voice of the people calling Nimas' mother, looked back. Ansel immediately opened his car door and went out to see Drabia and Mr. Ilham coming.

"Drabia" he muttered running and immediately hugged his wife's body." Why did you leave me so long?" wept crying sobbing.

Drabia returned Ansel's embrace, and rubbed the helpless man's back.

"I'm looking for you where but I can't find you. Where are you the same Dad?. Why long gone. I have no one in the world but you" Ansel tightened his arms, leaving Drabia tight.

"Hiding from the one who will kill us" Drabia replied staring intently at the woman standing in front of him.

"I'm not that girl's son" Ansel said.

"That's right, you're not his son. But you are the son of your Papa, Hendry" said Mr. Ilham. Suddenly Ansel stopped his crying, and took off his embrace from Drabia's body.

"You're Hendry's biological son from another woman" explained Mr. Ilham.

"What do you mean?" ask Nimas' mother confused.

"I mean, Ansel is the daughter of the woman you removed from her husband's side. You yourself asked that woman to give birth to a child for you. You were the one who kicked her out after you got pregnant. But you threw away your baby too, because you weren't sure it was Hendry's son" Ilham said.

Duarr!

Nimas' mother was shocked, her face immediately paled. That's what he doesn't like about Mr. Ilham. All of his secrets could be known to the man, despite having hidden him in a meeting. So where is the child he threw away now?. He had long been searching for the baby. But until now he could not find.

"I mean Dad?" ansel asked. Which woman gave birth to him?. Why does he not know what.

Mr. Ilham patted Ansel's shoulder softly, then said." Your mother died giving birth to you, son. That's why I brought you to your real family. Letting you be your Papa's adopted son. So that you are safe on the woman's side" explained Mr. Ilham.

Ansel's tears flowed more and more, describing how sad he was to hear the news. He did not know the woman who gave birth to him.

"Why is Dad telling me now?" ask Ansel.

If the truth is like that, he does not need to serve the woman who gave birth to him.

"Dad wanted to tell him, but I could not bear to see the sadness on your face" said Mr. Ilham.

Ansel also hugged the body of Mr. Ilham. Hugged the man tightly.

"So you're looking for the baby for us?. So he's Mutia's son?." It turned out that all this time she had been babysitting from a woman who tried to tempt her husband.

"Yes!" Mr. Ilham took off Ansel's embrace from his body, and returned the gaze of Mother Nimas," Why?."

"No way, Mutia was not pregnant at the time. She doesn't want to get pregnant. He just wanted Hendry and his property" said Nimas' mother.

When he kicked out a woman named Mutia first. She made sure Mutia wasn't pregnant. Karna did not like to see Mutia who kept teasing her husband.

"What about you?. You cheated on Hendry's back. You're pregnant with another man's child. You threw away your own baby" replied Mr. Ilham.

Sontak Drabia and Ansel turned to look at Mother Nimas and Pak Ilham alternately.

Throwing away the baby?, the question was as pervasive as their minds.

"You're the father of that baby!" Ibu Nimas shouted with all his strength.

Mr. Ilham smiled slanted." You are a cheap woman. Being married still likes to be slept with other men. Even you set me up" said Mr. Ilham.

Nimas' mother further turned her gaze towards Mr. Ilham with tears in her eyes and lips trembling.

"Dad, what does it all mean?" drabia asked confusedly high level.

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