Rahim Nayra For Naura
Chapter 51 - Let Everything Happen

"Oh, that's Non Nayra what's Miss Naura, huh?" Bi Jum clucked, he could no longer distinguish between Nayra and Naura.

However, whoever it was, now he walked up to Bi Jum and asked, "Raka is, Bi?"

"Mr Raka hasn't come home yet" Bi Jum said as he watched the woman in front of him from top to bottom in order to recognize whether she was Nayra or Naura.

"Mrs Naura?" Bi Jum now knew he was Naura.

"Yes, Bi, why?" Naura responded to her maid quite ketus and now Bi Jum was more and more convinced she was Naura. "Where's the hell you going, Bi? Since when?" ask again.

"Since yesterday afternoon, Madam, I don't know where you went" Bi Jum replied.

Without responding to the middle-aged maid's words, Naura directly entered the house and Bi Jum certainly could not prevent it. However, at this time she is still the legal wife of Raka which means she is still the Lady in the house.

Bi Siti also seemed surprised to see the arrival of Naura which she could not distinguish whether Naura or Nayra, until Bi Jum came and lip movements alone she said. "Mrs Naura!" by turning his lips.

Bi Siti could not help but understand, she could only think as Naura walked past.

The two servants noticed Naura who was now going up to Raka's room. "Well, what's he gonna do, Bi?" tanya Bi Siti half whispered.

"Not knowing either, Ti," said Bi Jum.

"Oh yeah, Bi Jum, how do you know it's Madam Naura? Though earlier I was confused whether it was Mrs Naura or Non Nayra," said Bi Siti.

"I was also confused, Ti, I looked from top to bottom. I looked carefully even to the fingers and toes," said Bi Jum who made Bi Siti gawk.

"They're not the same finger size, Bi? I've never noticed anyone's finger size."

"Not so, I'm just a whistleblower who knows if there's a clue to that. Uh, it turns out that the clue is in the look on their faces you know, Ti, the way they look at people also looks different."

"Ah, time? How can?"

"It could be, try to remember how Non Nayra interacts with us even to the way he looks at us. Keep you compare with the way Non Nayra, very different. Non Nayra also if we are not cynical, not julid, not sharp. The look on her face also looks more calm and calm, different from the Madam who looks more fierce."

Bi Siti returned the mangosteen, she began to compare the twins according to the instructions of Bi Jum and it is true that there is a difference between the two.

"Did they not have birthmarks or what, Bi? Let's make it easy?"

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"This is the only thing that sets me and Naura apart, the birthmark that only one of us has."

Raka only chuckled when she heard Nayra's words that showed her birthmark on her back head. "Only I have a birthmark, and it's in a very hidden place like this. That's why we can lie to people so easily, especially those who know my birthmarks are just Mama and papa." Further.

"It's actually not the only sign to tell you apart" Raka said as she braided Nayra's hair. "You have very different characters and hobbies, it's actually very easy to tell you apart."

"But only the people closest to us are able to realize that" Nayra added.

"Yes, anyway" muttered Raka. "Already, sweetie, nice loh, neat." Nayra immediately touched her braided hair and immediately laughed.

"It's a total mess, Raka, my gosh. Said you could braid." Nayra held onto her hair which was indeed very untidy.

"It's the first time I've braided my hair, Nay, so I'm sure." Raka helps Nayra get out of bed, not forgetting she wears her suit to the woman because Nayra's body temperature is a little cold.

"Where are we going?" ask Nayra later.

Raka loves her, she loves Raka with all her heart. Whether love is right or wrong, it is just a judgment. While love exists not to be judged, love exists to be felt and executed.

"Certainly go home, honey," said Raka.

"But ...." Nayra was downcast, which made Raka again anxious.

"Please don't think no more, Nay, you've decided to come with me, right?" Raka cupped the woman's cheek gently. "Don't change your decision again."

"What are you saying" said Nayra while shaking Raka's hand. "I'm so hungry, Raka, can we go eat before we go home?" his whining that made Raka gawk and instantly he immediately heaved a sigh of relief.

"You want to go home to me, right? You want to go with me, right?" ask her once again to make sure this time Nayra will willingly follow her.

"Yes, where am I going?" lirih Nayra's.

"Okay, we're looking for food now. What do you want to eat? Do you want satay or meatballs?" ask Raka.

"Anything, the important thing is full, hospital food is not good and does not make full."

Raka laughed at Nayra's complaint, a complaint that must have often been complained of by hospital patients. "Alright, Honey. Now let's go!"

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If Raka had made her own decision, then Nayra would have. Now he decided to accept whatever decision Raka, divorced, separated, or whatever it is.

Naura returns to Raka's house only to pick up some of her personal belongings.

Weight?

Of course this was a very tough decision for him, especially if you imagine what if later Raka actually married Nayra as the man always said. However, Naura no longer knew how to maintain her household. Moreover, Bian did not help in the least as he expected.

Naura opens the drawer and smiles at some of the jewelry she gets from Raka or her parents. How perfect his life used to be, and now everything will turn into memories.

Naura took one of the necklaces and was about to stick it around her neck until suddenly....

"What are you doing here?"

Naura jumped in shock to even drop her necklace. "What are you doing here, Naura?"

"Mama?" Naura seemed misbehaved at the sudden arrival of her mother-in-law. "I... I just want to pick up some of my stuff" tweeted Naura with teary eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Mom Mita approached her then she picked up the fallen necklace. "Neh, take it all." Bu Mita took all the jewelry and put it in Naura's hand. "As long as you stay away from Raka's life.

Naura's heart was torn to shreds by her mother-in-law's scathing speech, even tears could no longer be weathered and perhaps this was what was meant by being stared at like a queen being blown away like dust.

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Stop, gaeesss. Enliven, yes. I'll have GA if Rame.