Secret Marriage
Chapter 18 The Secret Wedding

Rainwater soaked Dila's clothes, half running she headed for the online taxi she had booked just now. Dila threw a glance at the cafe where Satya was, she could see Satya behind the wet glass. Satya was still sitting and enjoying the rainwater behind the glass.

"Breng**k," muttered Dila, then she got into the car. 

Dila's eyes warmed up, she tried to calm her heart at Satya's words, disgusting at all the things that came out of Satya's mouth for Dila.

Dila snorted, he grabbed the phone in the bag when he heard a message. Dila's eyes rounded instantly after she read the message.

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Morning mentari accompanied Dila's activities, from morning he was busy preparing breakfast for Zian. 

"Aren't you at the office?" zian asked as he entered the kitchen. 

He sipped coffee made by Dila and sat at the dining table. His appearance already looks neatly different from Dila, Dila since morning has been busy in the kitchen.

"Yes, I'm ready for this." Dila set the plate on the table. "You go first, I'll drop by the hospital first."

"okay." Zian looked at Dila's face who was busy pouring rice into Zian's plate. "How's the case going?"

Dila turned her head, looking at Zian, "you want to help?" Stopped activity.

"What help?"

"Find my father!"

Dila's eyes looked at Zian expectantly.

"Dad?" ask Zian.

"If you're gone, shouldn't there be a tomb?"

Zian looked the other way, staring at the kitchen ceiling. Trying to determine the direction of the conversation.

"Maybe he died or he may disappear, that's what I'm thinking."  Dila sat on the chair in front of Zian. Staring at Zian with wet eyes. Either because of holding back longing for his father or sad because his original status is not yet clear.

"What do you know about him?" Zian looked at Dila's face. 

Dila shook her head, "nothing."

Zian looked at Dila with pity. However, Dila's happiness meant a lot to Zian. Seeing Dila sad made her suffer too.

"If your mother were conscious, this would be all easy."

"Of course, if you really want me to know my father, surely since childhood you have introduced me to my father, although you do not have to meet, I think with a story or a photo, it is more than enough." Dila's eyes were no longer able to hold her clear hair. Dila's crying broke.

"Something seems to have been deliberately hidden, why can't I find out?" Dila covered her face with her own hands. Sobbed.

Zian stood up, approached Dila and grabbed Dila in his arms. Zian did not know what to answer, he only felt the sadness that Dila felt.

"I wonder who my family really is."

Zian stroked Dila's hair, trying to make Dila calm and comfortable. Dila's tears wet Zian's shirt. 

"I can't tell you where I'm from, who am I?" Dila's voice sounded decapitated.

"Please Zian, help me!" 

Dila sobbed, Dila looked so desperate.

Dila's words seemed to knock Zian out of his consciousness. A voice that sounded bitterly slashed Zian's heart, until unknowingly there was a foundation that collapsed in Zian's heart. The foundation that had been carefully built.

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Aldo enjoyed the snack in front of him. "Why are you talking about work here?" 

"I've had enough stress with the office business, I want to relax."

Zian observed Aldo who was still busy chewing.

"My life became stressful because you opened this case."

Aldo laughing.

"Say, who?" Zian's face looked serious making Aldo stop his laughter.

"Sorry bro, not that I don't want to share information, but this concerns my work, I have promised to maintain the privacy of my clients."

Aldo carefully uttered. He doesn't want Zian to be offended.

"My wife has become sensitive since handling this case, sucks!" Zian sipped his ordered coffee.

"Your wife is talented, Zi."

"He is very professional and quick to do his job."

Zian smiled faintly, "recently aware that my wife is so impressive?" 

Their laughter broke. 

Although Zian did not get an answer from Aldo, Zian appreciated Aldo's decision. And Zian will try to find out for himself. 

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"So how's mom doing now?" ask Dila. After returning home from work, he visited his mother. He did not visit his mother in the morning, but in the afternoon.

They were in Indra's office. White painted room, typical hospital.

"Not much has changed, the hope of recovery seems pseudo, still the same as I said before." Indra read her mother's medical report.

Dila rubbed her face in frustration. Indra just noticed not daring to say much. He just looked at Dila who looked tired and sad..

Dila raised her face, "thank you." Dila. Leaving Indra who was concerned about the condition of her mother Dila.

For years her mother Dila was in a coma.Often Indra said that hope to recover is very difficult. But Dila still insisted on taking care of her mother.

Dila walked towards the hospital courtyard, she shifted a finger to her phone. Ordering a taxi online.

Before long a car stopped in front of Dila, after making sure if the car was an online taxi that he ordered, Dila immediately entered.

Dila leaned back in the passenger seat, her body and soul were exhausted these few days. His mind was drained thinking of who he really was. Dila closed her eyes, the journey to her house was still a bit long, she wanted to rest for a while.

"Sir, later if I fall asleep, please wake up, yes!" message Dila on driver.

"Yes, Non" said the driver without looking. Focus on the wheel.

Dila's eyes closed, until a while later Dila was completely asleep. Dila did not realize that the car that was riding took him to another place. Not going home.

Elsewhere, Zian fretted over calling Dila but there was no answer. Dila's phone can't be reached. "Dila, are you okay?" Zian asked himself.

Dila's awake. He rubbed his eyes, looking around. He's aghast, "where am I?" ask Dila when she realizes that she is not in her house.

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