Night Destiny
Dirga Ibrahim's

"Don't deny the reality, Salsabila. You know my son. Even now, you are pregnant with our grandchildren!."

Salsa froze when she heard the words from the mouth of the middle-aged man who had just come with Azka.

It seems they already knew about this pregnancy. No, I have to dodge. They cannot take this child because I am the one who is pregnant with it and only I am entitled to my baby. After all, the man was going to get married, he could have children with his wife. Salsa in the Heart

"I'm sorry, Mr and Mrs. I came here to deliver the package Mrs Gita ordered. It has nothing to do with your son. We don't know each other!."

Dirga immediately sat beside his wife while Azka chose to be in front of Salsa. The man's gaze could not even be separated from the woman in front of him. This atmosphere certainly makes Salsa so restless. He is like the accused who will be tried. His decision to go here was a big mistake. If Bu Gita knew that she was Azka's parent, Salsa would have refused the woman's order.

"If I could give you proof that you're the woman my son took to his apartment. Are you going to deny it again?" replied Dirga

Salsa ventured to look at the host, "My face is a market, sir. There are so many people who look like me!."

"You're quite stubborn as well apparently!."

Gita sighed, "We have no bad intentions for you, Salsa. We just want to take responsibility for our son's actions!."

"I press again, Madam. Your son and I don't know each other!."

"He's got a star-like birthmark on his left shoulder, Bun. Please do check that she does not want to confess!."

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Salsa could not be evasive anymore if they forced her to open her shoulders, because what the man said was indeed true. Damn, why does Akza remember his birthmark. Salsa was not willing to give up, she did not want them to take her son later. Whatever Salsa would do to keep this baby hers.

"Checking guests especially in their body, isn't that rude? Especially if you have objections!."

Azka smiled cynically, "That's because you are constantly denying the truth that exists. I even memorized all parts of your body. You also have-!."

"Enough Mr. Azka. You've gone too far. You can't judge people you don't know easily!! Don't brag," cut Salsa

"ENOUGH! Stop your debate," the firm voice of Dirga was able to create an instant silence. "You Azka, I ask you to shut up. And you, Salsa. I won't repeat what I'm going to say. Azka will still be responsible for the fetus you bear!."

Salsa was aghast, "I refused!," said Salsa firmly.

"Don't be selfish, don't be selfish. Think about the baby in your womb. He deserves to live and have the affection of both his parents!."

Salsa froze again, her body felt so limp. The pressure he was getting made him shaken. His sight - also began to blur.

"I'll take responsibility for you, if. I decided to marry you!."

Brucks

All eyes were on Salsa's limp body and fell down.

"When!!," cried Azka. He ran towards Salsa, Salsa's face was so pale, Azka carried him and took the girl to the guest room. Gita and Dirga were no less panicked. Let alone seeing the pale face of their future daughter-in-law.

"Call Dr. Arman now!."

Dirga immediately contacted his family doctor. After that followed his wife and son who first entered the guest room. It was clear the panic Azka was showing. The man swiftly put some wind oil on Salsa's nose and wiped the cold sweat that came out of the girl's head.

Seeing Azka's treatment, I'm sure she has feelings for this girl. Bathin Gita's

Not long after, Dr. Arman arrived. "Who else is sick?," he asked as he took out his examination equipment.

"Salsa!," replied Gita. The middle-aged man looked at Dirga and Gita in surprise. At one time, there was no Salsa name in the Ibrahim family. But he did not force his curiosity. Arman immediately examined the girl lying on the bed.

"How's it going, doc?" asked Azka after Arman's doctor finished examining the girl.

"He's just exhausted. And it seems a little depressed!."

"Then what about the content?."

Without asking, Arman's curiosity was answered already. Even Azka's illness the other day had already received an answer without waiting for the results of the examination that she brought now. "The cage is fine. But you have to take care of her condition to stay happy. Pregnant women should not be stressed and have a lot of thoughts, because it will have an impact on the development of the fetus!."

"Doctors need a more definitive examination, doc!."

Everyone could breathe a sigh of relief as Salsa was fine. Dirga and Gita escort Arman out,

"I brought the results of the Azka examination. But it seems to be useless since Azka's disease has already been discovered!."

Arman's words made Gita look at him then nod. "Yes, he's the one!."

"It looks like there will be another world war besides Russia and Ukraine!" Arman chuckled.

"Hurry home, and wait for an invitation from us!," said Dirga annoyed

Arman laughed, "I've got the invitation!."

Dirga was grunting, of course. Akza and Salwa's wedding invitations had already landed onto their respective invited guests even three weeks ago.

On the other hand, Azka was still waiting for Salsa in the room.

I don't know what God has planned for our destiny. But clearly, I will be in charge of the fetus in your womb. I will marry you and we will raise our children together.

Slowly Salsa's eyes opened, her eyeballs spinning around the room. The girl looked so surprised when she saw Azka. He even forced himself to wake up.

"You just came to your senses. Don't force yourself to get up!."

"I want to go home!."

Azka stared fixedly at Salsa while holding back the girl from getting out of bed, "I'll marry you!."

Salsa was aghast, she looked at Azka sharply, "Don't be crazy! You're gonna marry again. Don't say nonsense!! Besides, I don't want to marry you!."

"i'm serious. I can't marry another woman when a woman is pregnant with my child!."

Salsa looked at Azka cynically, "You think I care, I still don't want to!." Salsa got off the bed and walked towards the door. Akza immediately blocked him.

"You're so selfish. How can you deny me responsibility. And you know clearly that I'm the father of your baby!."

"Then I have to accept you? And marry a man who's about to marry another woman, right? No, thank you!."

"I've already said. I didn't marry another woman. I'll just marry you!."

Salsa looked at Azka's eyes, and there was honesty. The woman is worried. If she accepts Azka's responsibility, it means that she destroys the feelings of other women. But if she refuses, her son's fate is at stake. Salsa could have raised her son alone. But what is the view of the community about his son who was born without a father. Not to mention the bullyan that his son might receive for being born without a father.

"Don't think much, Bill. Your choice only accepted me to marry you. I know, between us there's no feeling. But as time went on, I was sure that feeling would come by itself. We must not sacrifice this innocent child. We have been entrusted with the presence of him in your honor. And we must keep the grace that God has given us!."

Azka carried Salsa in her arms. He tried to calm the woman's feelings. Behind the door, Azka's parents heard everything. They were relieved at the decision Azka had made.

"Bak, Mum!."

Gita and Dirga turned around, their eyes festering at the coming of Anya, Danar and also Salwa.

"You came why didn't you tell!."

"I've contacted you, Ma'am. But your phone is off!."

"Ah, yes. Lately I've been busy, so I rarely hold a cell phone!."

"We should sit in the guest room!" Dirga ordered

"Azka where, Dad? I saw the car in front. Is he in his room?."

Salwa's question made Gita and Dirga look at each other.

"I'm right here!."

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