Not Wanting (So) the Second
Episode 8: The Fraudulent Woman?

Week later....

As promised, today Nisha brought Yasmine to her house. Agam, and both of their parents were waiting. Of course they will carefully select what kind of woman who wants to give birth to the successor of the Dansyah family.

While getting out of the car, Yasmine appears to have been exploring her role as a blind girl. The silver stick, the sunglasses and the movements were really just like a blind man. During this week he really trained from various dramas, even he researched what kind of blind people live their daily lives.

"Remember Yasmine, you're a blind man now." He said in his heart, reassuring himself.

"You ready?" Nisha asked, clasping Yasmine's arm. He will lead Nisha into the house, to be more convincing.

"Ready." Yasmine nodded steadily. It felt like he was going to go to war. Very thumping.

Nisha was just as nervous, squeezing her hands before finally touching the silver doorknob.

A pretty beautiful sight, Yasmine witnessed how magnificent the house was from behind her sunglasses.

In the living room, everyone seemed to have gathered. No exception Lukka who does not even know anything. He just coolly played the purse of the Papa, among everyone's silent gaze.

"Buck, Pa.. This is the woman I chose to give birth to our child." Nisha brought Yasmine's hand, to come forward and greet them all.

Slowly Yasmine came out from behind Nisha's back, with a stick she tapped knocking on the floor. But how much he wanted to jump his heart, when he found Agam's face there.

"You...?!!" Surely Agam recognized Yasmine's face. He immediately stood up, taking a quick step towards Nisha and Yasmine.

Rice has become porridge, kepalang peril, Yasmine continued her acting. While Nisha, her forehead is thinly wrinkled to see the reaction of the husband.

"Good day everyone.., introduce me Yasmine.."

Not finished with Yasmine's words, Agam had already pulled the girl's glasses very rudely.

"Mas..?!" Sergeh Nisha.

"Darling, where did you get this woman? He's a thief, a con man..!"

Yasmine could only swallow saliva, who would have thought that she met Agam in this situation? How'this? Should he just run away, abandoning this well-crafted plan? Or to be honest, he was just pretending? But what about Nisha?

Nisha did not expect that Agam would react like this. Why didn't he think of the possibility that Agam and Yasmine had met.

"Mas, know Yasmine?"

For now, Nisha and Yasmine agreed to still act together.

"He is a thief..! He stole my wallet. Not long ago I also met him, he works at one of the Banks." The man whose face was red.

"Blindly..? You tricked my wife with what tactic was that unlucky woman?!" Agam cursed Yasmine all-out. It didn't occur to him, that this was precisely Nisha's scenario. Nisha made all this up.

"You know me..?" Lirih Yasmine, her face moved towards Agam's voice, while her gaze remained blank. He is still strong with his acting.

"How much money do you need? To the extent that you tricked my wife into pretending to be blind?" Tukas Agam with a deep voice. Both of her eyes smoldering looking at Yasmine's face.

"Mas, he's totally blind. I made sure of it myself. The nerve fibers behind her retina malfunctioned as a result of falling down stairs. Here's proof.." Nisha submits Yasmine's fake medical records.

I opened the big white envelope. He read carefully, of course, all the information in the medical record was arranged in such a way by Nisha.

"He's completely blind..." Ghani said, who also read the medical records.

Agam in disbelief, his views turned back to confirm the medical record.

"When did you fall?" Ask Agam straightforwardly.

"9 Days ago, did you really know me?" Yasmine stared blankly in the opposite direction from Agam's position.

The two jaws of Agam appear to clash. He does not believe in this situation. There is only one thing in his mind: Yasmine deceives Nisha.

Without a cue, Agam took out a fork in the fruit tray, and then he pointed it right in front of Yasmine's eyes.

Yasmine did not blink an inch, but the fork stopped a centimeter in front of her eyeball.

But his heartbeat was of course ravaged. He trained day and night for seven days, seven nights.

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The situation had begun to calm down, now Yasmine was sitting on the sofa. Listening to each person who asked him questions.

Nisha has also told how she met Yasmine. They both need each other. Yasmine needs money, and Nisha needs Yasmine's womb.

Yasmine also told him how strange his life was until he accepted Nisha's offer.

"Darling, you have no other choice? Just take the old lady, or whoever. This woman is not a good woman. Or cancel..."

"Mas," Cut Nisha into a small smile.

"Like it, at least Yasmine's flaws won't interfere with your marriage." Ambar. He was very happy to see Nisha actually keeping his promise, to let Agam have a descendant.

"But I don't want my son to be born to this deceitful woman. I'd rather not have children. From the beginning I've been against this, and see? It doesn't make sense to continue." Agam held onto his throbbing temple, it felt like it was being hit by a huge hammer.

"Excuse me. I don't know who you are. But when it comes to your accusations, that I'm a fraud, I don't accept. I've never stolen, let alone deceived anyone..." Yasmine plastered a melted face. He could clearly see the man with the mouth of the trash.

Damn, he was reunited with that man. Again, the situation made him unable to defend himself.

"Mas, Yasmine is a fine woman. He worked very hard to support his late mother. I'm a witness to his hard work. He's also very smart."

Again Nisha mediated her husband's words. He knew Agam was just misunderstanding Yasmine. He is the one who is a fraud now. Yasmine was simply following his orders.

"90 x 120 what?" Agam's jolt, the smart standard for Agam is brain dexterity in everything.

"10800." Answer Yasmine quickly.

"650.000 ÷ 50?"

"13,000" Again, Yasmine replied very quickly.

"Who was the first philosopher in the world? And in what century did he begin the history of philosophers?"

Unlike before, this time Yasmine seemed to take a pause. About mathematics, he is very good. But about history, his brain can not be invited to cooperate.

"Priest Bonjol..." Whisper Lukka, from behind his Papa's back. He came from Nyeplos because he saw the name on the old five thousand rupiah note, which he held in his Papa's wallet.

"Priest Bonjol.." Yasmine said sure. For a moment he thought, Lukka intended to help him.

"Thales of Miletus. He began the history of Western philosophy in the 6th century BC..!" Agam with smoldering eye basins. He really did not want to have the child of the slanted-brained woman. Fraudsters, thieves and slow. Since when did Imam Bonjol become a philosopher?

"Nisha, I want to talk." Agam pulled Nisha's arm up from there. Nisha followed her husband's footsteps.

From the corner of her eyes, Yasmine scanned Lukka's face in annoyance. How dare he answer.

Then he remembered, Nisha said there was one special child in the family. Yasmine's annoyed gaze turned concerned.

"Who is that brother?" Lukka shrunk her voice, she was a little scared as Yasmine looked at him blankly.

"He's Brother Nisha" replied Ghani as he rubbed his youngest son's head.

"Lukka was afraid..," she said, hiding her face behind Mr. Ghani's back.

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