Painful Marriage

Painful Marriage
CHAPTER 64


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With an expanding smile, Ibra entered the cake shop and walked over to the table that Dee was sitting on.


"Darling," call Ibra.


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Ibra's heart seemed to escape from her body looking at the woman who was currently turning to look at her.


"Z-Zahra" murmured Ibra in disbelief at what he saw.


Dee and Zahra who saw Ibra's arrival stood in shock because of the man's sudden presence.


"A-Abi," Zahra called gently to look at Ibra.


Ibra shook her head. "It's not true, is it?" mummy Ibra asked what she saw.


Dee walked over to Ibra. "Mas," call Dee softly.


Ibra looked at Dee. "I'm hallucinating again, honey," Ibra said in disbelief.


Dee shook her head. "No, Mas. You are not hallucinating. He's Zahra" Dee said, pointing to Zahra.


Zahra walked towards Ibra. "Abi," call Zahra gently holding Ibra's hand.


Ibra stared at Zahra for a long time. The man's eyes glazed over as the skin of his hands came into contact with a girl he had longed for.


Ibra looked at Dee asking for an explanation. "Darling," call Ibra.


Dee nodded. "Yes Mas. This is our Zahra, the son we've been missing all this time" Dee said.


Ibra looked back at Zahra. His hands stretched out gently rubbing Zahra's face. "This is Abi's son?" ibra asked with a trembling voice.


Zahra nodded with teary eyes. "This is Ara, Abi," Zahra replied.


Ibra's hands groped Zahra's face. "Son of Abi" murmured Ibra with tears falling just down his cheek.


Zahra nodded with her chin shaking. "Yes, Abi" replied Zahra.


Without warning, Ibra immediately brought the tiny body of Zahra into his arms. So tight. Ibra's embrace felt very tight for Zahra. A very long embrace of a father Zahra longs for.


"Abi, hiks," Zahra's cry broke out in Ibra's arms. Really, no man's embrace is more comfortable than this. The embrace of a father who sincerely loves his son.


"Ara longs, Abi" Zahra said in tears. Dee who saw that also shed her tears. So great a miss being held by these two people. So much love that has been hidden.


"Where have you been, son? Why not go home?" tanya Ibra gently rubbed Zahra's head.


"I'm sorry, Abi" said Zahra, regretting what she did.


A few minutes into hugging, Ibra let go of her embrace and looked at Zahra. Ibra cupped Zahra's face with both hands. Kissing the old forehead of his son whom he had long missed.


"Tell Abi, son," said Ibra.


Zahra looked at Dee. Dee nodded in response to Zahra's gaze.


"We sit down first, Abi," said Zahra, drawing Ibra's hand to sit together in the chair she had been sitting in with Dee.


"So?" ibra asked after they sat together in the chair.


Zahra told me everything she had experienced. When he met with Bu Sari, until he returned to Indonesia.


"And you didn't come to your family, son?" ibra asked after hearing Zahra's story.


Zahra lowered her head, not daring to look at Ibra who was also looking at her gently. "Sorry, Abi. Aea has come. At that time Ara was in a state of severe pregnancy, eight months. Ara sat in a wheelchair and helped Ms. Sari to come home. But Ara undoes that intention when she sees all of you living very happily, and Ara does not want to destroy it with the arrival of Ara, Abi," Zahra said.


Ibra. The man's tears rolled back down his cheeks. "Did Abi ever say that there was trouble?" ask Ibra.


Zahra shook her head to answer Ibra's question.


"Did Abi ever condemn Zahra's presence?" ibra asked again, to which Zahra answered the coconut palm.


"Did Abi ever say that Zahra is the unlucky bearer and destroyer of all happiness?" ask Ibra again.


"No, Abi," Zahra replied as she shook her head.


"Then why do you make such a thought, son?" ask Ibra.


Dee who saw it held her husband's hand. I hope Ibra will not be provoked by emotions because of everything. Because if that happens, then Ibra will curse himself.


Zahra who heard Ibra's sad voice raised her head to look at Ibra. "I'm sorry, Abi" said Zahra, with eyes filled with clear water.


Luckily, the visitors are not too crowded at this time. Because if not, then certainly they will all see a new side of an Ibrahim Rubino Hebi. Who does not know Ibra, a successful Entrepreneur famous for his assertiveness and coldness. Now crying in front of two meaningful women in her life.


Zahra sobbed to hear Ibra's words. Didn't expect that all of this would have such an impact on his family's life.


"Sorry, Abi. If Zahra had not survived, Abi's grief would not have been this late" Zahra said.


Ibra. "Yes, you tortured us a lot, son," replied Ibra who managed to make Zahra and Dee look at Ibra.


"Mas" called Dee in disbelief at what he heard from Ibra's mouth.


"You're troublesome, you unlucky bearer, you can only give grief!" ibra.


Zahra's cry, which had been accompanied by the sobbing, was now unable to make any sound after hearing Ibra's words.


"That's what you want to hear from Abi's mouth, son?" ibra lirih.


Zahra looked at Ibra and shook her head. "Hiks, forgive Zahra, Abi, torment" said Zahra crying with her hands cupped to her chest pleading with Ibra.


Ibra held Zahra's hand with one that Dee did not hold. "No parent condemns the presence of his child, son. Nothing" said Ibra softly.


"Zahra is like Al and Kina, the son of Abi. Although not from the same womb, you are the source of Abi's life" Ibra continued.


Dee nodded confirming what Ibra said. "To be a mother does not have to give birth, son," said Dee added the words Ibra.


Zahra nodded looking at Ibra and Dee alternately. "Thank you, Abi, Umi" said Zahra.


"Then where's Abi's grandson, son?" ask Ibra.


Zahra and Dee smiled. "Sela, Mas. He's our grandson" replied Ibra.


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Sela and Shasa don't stop chattering in Kenzo's car. As he said this morning, Kenzo invited Sela and Shasa to his house. Kenzo also has permission for Kina and Aska to bring Shasa.


Twenty minutes, Kenzo's car arrives in front of a mansion. Sela who saw that was amazed. "Well, I'm the big daddy's house" said Sela amazed.


"This is the house of Sela and Mommy" replied Kenzo.


The three of them got out of the car. Kenzo held the tiny hands of Sela and Shasa on his left and right sides.


"Sela wants to pee, Abi," said Sela clutching her feet to hold back urination.


"Let Shasa inter Sela, Papi. Bathroom under the stairs only," said Shasa volunteered.


Kenzo nodded. "The fire is going to the kitchen for food. When you're done, you follow up, yes," Kenzo said.


Sela and Shasa nodded. The two children went to the bathroom under the stairs just like Shasa had said. Kenzo went straight to the kitchen to start the action.


"I wait outside, yes Sela," said Shasa.


Sela nodded. The boy went straight into the bathroom to remove his chest.


Ten minutes, Sela came out with a relieved face. "Have you?" ask Shasa.


"Have it" Sela replied.


As they're about to step in to catch up with Kenzo to the kitchen. Sela accidentally saw a very beautiful room next to the bathroom. The open door made it easy for Sela to see.


"This oracle is beautiful, Cela wants to see, Cha" Sela told Shasa.


Shasa looked inside. "Well, it's really beautiful, Sela," Shasa replied.


"Then let's go inside," Shasa continued to pull Sela's hand and they entered the room.


"The clock is small, but it's beautiful" Sela said, spreading her eyes all over the corner of the room.


Shasa nodded in agreement to Sela's words. This room is so beautiful. Lilac paint color combined with dark white and purple, very suitable. As well as the ceiling of the room made like night clouds and sparkling stars.


Sela walked over to a small table. He got a very beautiful little book and caught the attention of the boy.


"D, i, Di, add a so He, l, y, ly, dialy. Z, a, Za, add h, Zah, l, a, La, Zahla. Dialy Zahla," muttered Sela spelling out what was written on the cover of the booklet.


"Zahla's? A bun?" sela asked confusedly to herself.


"Is this Buna's?" ask Sela again.


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