Queenzas

Queenzas
Chapter 59


After calming Ayana down, Queenza entered her room. Seen Abian smiling looking at the wife who looks beautiful in her pink evening dress, after removing the kimono. The handsome man pulled his wife's hand until Queenza sat in his lap.


"You're so beautiful, honey," praised Abian, tucking in the child's hair that covered part of his wife's face with a teasing look.


"Oh yeah?" Queenze smiled as she hugged her husband's neck.


"of courses. Abian Martadinata's wife is the most beautiful woman in the world and the Hereafter. The beautiful angel I love the most," said the man with his sweet smile.


"OMG, I'm melting." Queenza pretended to drop her head on the chest of her husband's field as if it had completely melted. "Why is so sweet his words. I'm so suspicious Mas has another woman outside."


"Gosh, you're too suudzon, Mrs Abian. How dare Master Abian complain to you? Ck! ck! ck!" The man in blue satin pajamas shook his head. "I still want to live, where dare to complain about the creepy tiger," he said with a smile.


"What!" Queenza glared at hearing that. He could not say such a creepy tiger.


"Hahahaha kidding, my dear." Anxious Abian peeked at his wife's cheek. "Your face is so cute when it's so upset." He gently rubbed the thin cheeks that are very glowing.


"Abian Martadinata, are you tired of living?" ask Queenza with a squint.


"Uluuuuu Mama Charlotte's son Why is gini sweet anyway?" Now the two cheeks Queenza became the victim of the puffy pinch of the husband.


"Babies, ah." The woman in sexy dress was about to move, but Abian was arrested and instead laid with the body of the man on top.


"It looks like we need to give Tatjana a sister," whispered Abian with a smirk.


"Just kid! I don't want Tatjana to repeat itself" Queenza said, hitting her husband on the shoulder. At first he was just joking, but Abian took it seriously and reminded him of the terrible incident.


The man moved up and sat down and rubbed his face. Seeing the husband's reaction, Queenza sat down to look at the man she loved.


"I'm kidding" said Queenza, hugging her husband's waist.


"I'm sorry" said Abian.


"I've forgiven our past" replied Queenza who propped her chin on the husband's shoulder.


"I'm not a good husband and father" she said again with a sad face.


"Mas, you've been a good husband and father. Don't baper, ah. I'm sorry, yes, the words hurt your heart" Queenza said, clinging to her husband. "I didn't mean it that way."


"I'm really sorry about that. That is why I pray that God will give us another child, so that I can make amends for all the mistakes of the past. I want to give a friend to Tatjana" said Abian, who now hugs his wife.


"If God trusts us to have another child, of course Mas wants to, dear," he answered, increasing the embrace of the woman who always tempted him.


"So, let's produce" Queenza smiled.


"Huh?" abian asked in surprise.


"Hah hoh hah hoh. Come on, let's give a sister to Tatjana," said Queenza taking off her arms and looking at her husband. "I realize, in our religion, Tatjana is not your son. It's all because of the mistakes I made. Now, I want to make amends to you for all the things I did by giving you as many children as you want" he said tearfully.


Really, when he knew the law of children out of wedlock, he was very devastated. She feels like the worst woman in the world. How can he make his son not have a legal father. How can he make his son and father become people who have no ties in the nasab. If he had known about this first, he would not have done such foolishness. However, he also could not repeat what had happened and could only repent for what he did.


As now she promised to give her husband a child with his nasab.


"But promise me, when we have another child, never ignore Tatjana."


"God, what are you talking about, honey? Tatjana. How can you say that?" abian looked at his wife.


"Honestly, I'm afraid that you'll forget Tatjana when you have another child talking to you" Queenze said. "I know I'm so bad, everything happened to Tatjana for my mistake. However, I'm sorry. I didn't know that what I was doing hurt Tatjana so much" she said with tears in her eyes.


"Darling ...." Abian wiped away his wife's tears. "Don't talk like that. What happened has become destiny. So too for our children. It's fate that will lead her to become a strong woman. Don't feel guilty like this. Allah is Forgiving. As long as we repent, no matter how great and great our faults may be, God will forgive. For Tatjana himself, he will definitely remain proud to be your son. Don't cry, honey. It's also my fault that I couldn't help it."


The two hugged each other with Queenza who was crying in the arms of the husband.


"Kok We're so sad gini, anyway? He said he wanted to make Tatjana his sister. How can it be made with a feeling of sadness, hhmm?" abian asked her to break her embrace while looking at her wife.


"Mas ih," Queenza's rengen made Abian laugh.


"We all have mass. Whether it's bad or not. We have to learn to change it in the future. So happy is my wife. What you do for ignorance. So, God willing, everything will be fine. If Tatjana does not accept, it will be a trial for us later and surely we can go through it. No, no, no sadness. The sadness was not suitable for Queenza Safaluna Abian," said the man winked, making the wife smile and hugged her husband very tightly.


"I love you, Mas. I've never regretted taking you from Ayana."


Without Queenza knowing, behind the door of her room, Ayana was standing. Her tears fell with her body falling. He closed his mouth to muffle the sound of the storm to come out.


If I had kept you, Mom. My life will not hurt this much, the inner Ayana wept lamenting over her life. O God, why have you given me such a great trial? I can't afford it.


With a broken heart, Ayana moved and stepped into the room. In that ten square meter room he was crying, lamenting his chaotic life. He thought, after marrying again, his life would be happy again, in fact it was more suffering than before.


What was my fault for my life like this? What is my fault, O God? ask in the heart.