Not Wanting (So) the Second
Chapter 46: Who?

"I believe it wasn't an assassination attempt, but I object to the word 'accidental'. What Nisha ma'am did was carelessness, negligence that caused my fetal life to drift away." Yasmine said with tears in her eyes.

Not that Nisha's kindness all this time she just forgot. Losing a baby in such a horrible way is enough to make his mind broken to pieces.

In her chair Nisha nodded softly while crying. That's what he did. She destroys the future of Yasmine and her own husband.

"For that alone punish him for his carelessness. Don't punish him for murder, because he wants the baby too badly."

Hearing Yasmine's words, the Judges were seen negotiating this decision. The same goes for the prosecutor who will sue Nisha.

After several cross-examinations, the judge sentenced him to four years in prison, according to the applicable article.

"Your Majesty..! Please reconsider, my wife has confessed and is very sorry." protested Agam standing from his chair. Four years is a long time. Indeed, she also felt very lost over the prospective baby. But he does not want to be separated from the people he loves.

"If you object, you can appeal." the judge said, then stood up to leave the courtroom.

Nisha was taken by two police officers, to be transferred directly to the detention cell. Her tears drenched her bright orange-colored clothes.

"Thank you for not hating me. And I'm sorry.." said Nisha as she passed Yasmine.

The girl did not answer, her eyes just bowed. Why is everything ruined?

"I'm sorry Yasmine..." Nisha clasped both hands of the girl, before her body was completely dragged down by the two female policemen.

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Two years later.....

At a restaurant, Yasmine is now scavenging for fortune. Four months later he worked there. It was not far from the contract, and certainly he chose far from the Agam family. He gave up the whole mass that had been broken into pieces.

Having the status of a woman who has ever been pregnant, what is her name? The widow? No, because he's not married. Then girls? Not really, because she was pregnant. I don't know what kind of future he's going to have. Although her status as a girl is no longer clear, at least she can breathe a sigh of relief because all her debts have been repaid. Now he just works hard to keep his life.

"Yasmine, are you ready to clear all the tables?" exclaimed the restaurant owner, the woman in her 40s seemed busy preparing the menu with other workers.

"Dead one more thing, ma'am." yasmine hurried over.

Today their restaurant is on reservation for a special occasion. He said a farewell party. Just imagining it makes Yasmine moved, because it is remembered for her High School period that is so beautiful and colorful.

Half an hour later the motorcycle gang arrived. They were still wearing gray white uniforms filled with colored streaks.

Yasmine and some of her colleagues seemed busy serving the menu that had been ordered.

Like an escape from a tsunami, uh meet a typhoon. Yasmine even saw a familiar face, Lukka. The big boy looked grim as he walked into the restaurant.

"He's in High School..?" Yasmine widened behind the kitchen wall, which was sealed by a row of spaced beams.

It was only two years ago, but that kid has already graduated school? Is the change really that fast? What has the big boy done to get to his position now?

"Why should we be here? Are there many restaurants near your house? He doesn't know I'm here, does he?" The girl looked panicked. He continued to mumble until he did not realize his partner was calling.

"Yasmine.!"'s search..!" call one of the waitresses, throw off Yasmine's daydream.

"I. yes, what's the matter..?" sahutya.

"You are this, even daydreaming..! Help me get the other trolley." said the curly-haired waitress.

"I..?" Yasmine's face instantly reddened like a boiled crab.

Fortunately, a brilliant idea suddenly appeared. Yasmine took the black mask out of the drawer, then used a clean napkin to put it on her head. In an instant her appearance changed like a model that was about to walk on the catwalk.

Now he doesn't have to worry about his face, just hope to worry that no one will say his name.

Yasmine placed one dish in front of the students. Sweat the size of a seed of corn filled his forehead, as he arrived before Lukka.

"Please.." she said in a voice deliberately disguised.

Seeing that behavior, the owner and the other workers just shook their heads.

"Thank you.." - Lukka while throwing a thin smile. He did not realize at all, that the one in front of him was Yasmine.

The girl hurried to leave the table. The rumbling in his chest could not be dimmed for a moment. He was overwhelmed by the breath.

Arriving in the kitchen, Yasmine immediately removed the mask and regulated her breathing. He was like a man running a marathon.

"Why am I like this..? aiss...! I should have been acting ordinary. The boy has changed a lot. I barely recognized him..." Yasmine continued to monologue while shaking her hands in front of her face.

"Where's the toilet..?" exclaim Lukka through the kitchen area.

"On the left." said a servant.

Hearing that Yasmine immediately crouched down while wearing a mask. The toilet is in front of it, next to the kitchen without any bulkhead.

Panicked, Yasmine hit the corner of the shelf as she turned around. The sound of the impact also attracted Lukka's attention to look over.

"You.. is it okay?" Lukka approaches a woman who is none other than Yasmine.

"Yes." Yasmine replied while covering her face. Then he ran away small leaving the room.

"The tongue must be bruised." whispered Lukka alone. His face looked concerned as he heard the impact quite loud earlier.

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The car that Agam was driving entered the garage of the house. He was not alone there, but with his wife who had now been released on bail.

After nearly two years in prison, Agam's appeal to the court was accepted. Nisha is released on parole.

"Welcome to our house, dear." said Agam smiled haru. He stroked the cheeks of a woman who had been sorely missed for two years.

Busy work and some court affairs make Agam rarely visit Nisha in prison. Nisha also understands the condition, because she knows what Agam is doing for her sake.

"Thank you for keeping me, Mom." Nisha gently touched the hand of her husband, who was rubbing his cheek.

"Don't I tell you, even if the world is broken I will still be there for you."

Nisha shed tears, then hugged her husband tightly. Not even a mountain of diamonds could match how much Agam meant to him. He felt very lucky to have a man as great as Agam.

After letting go of the longing for a moment, Agam and Nisha got out of the car. Ambar and Ghani also appeared to welcome the return of their son-in-law.

"Yeah...! Papa's home." Shouted a 7-year-old girl. The wave-haired child ran gleefully from behind Ambar's body.

Agam replied to the boy's welcome with a big smile. While Nisha, her face was covered in intense curiosity. Who is that boy?

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