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Sandra was just silent with her face down in fear, she was confused to answer what to Faraz who asked for an explanation.
Intentions wanted to catch up with Qiara, but what power was even discovered was the reason why the woman forbade Faraz to go towards the kitchen.
"Don't be so fierce, can you?" qiara's protest did not like the man's intimidating look as if he wanted to swallow Sandra alive.
"You're thirsty, aren't you?" again, he wanted to distract Faraz.
Qiara headed for the kitchen then poured some water in the sizable glass, she returned after successfully calming down first.
"Here, drink first!"
Faraz immediately drank the water the girl gave him.
"Thank you" he said with a faint smile.
"Go back to the living room first, okay?" pinta Qiara became the mediator.
"Hm." Deheman Faraz said
Faraz's return first to the living room, became Qiara's opportunity to calm Sandra who was silent stiff.
The girl felt guilty and very sorry, if her curiosity could be withstood.
"I'm sorry, Raa." He said with mixed feelings
"Udah nothing, maybe I'm too worried." The beautiful woman tried to calm down
Let Faraz judge at will, which is clear soon all the photos in the living room will be removed with nothing left.
"Yes, we're back in the living room again. Yuk," asked Qiara while holding the laughing arm of her best friend.
"You're so good, Raa."
"Times?" kekeh Sandra feels funny.
"Yes, the evidence to this day our friendship still survives. Even though he had fought before," said Qiara who chuckled holding amusedly in the stomach that Sandra played.
The habit of the beautiful woman when seeing her adorable best friend, adrift four years older in fact does not make Sandra feel uncomfortable.
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Faraz stared lazily at the couple who had just five minutes to arrive in the living room with a jar of snacks carried by Sandra.
"Why is it so long?" tanyanya.
"Kepo," Qiara replied deliberately wanting to heat up.
Sandra shook her head while smiling.
"Sorry, it's been a while for you." He began to get used to the situation
"Oh yes. My words were real," added Sandra again speaking seriously.
Faraz was honestly confused, unsure if the woman before him was telling the truth.
Does he know what he's saying? Ask to speak in the heart.
Sandra's words have not been fully convincing, no wife who let her husband marry again. Moreover, the future wife of her husband is her own best friend, is not it crazy?
However, hearing Sandra again expressed her heart. Making Faraz sure this time he did not mishear, even Qiara looked at his best friend with a look of surprise.
"I'll let you get married again, Faraz." Sandra said without a doubt in her heart
"Let my parents be my own business" he added.
"You don't be weird, Raa." Qiara's sudden protest was uncomfortable
"I'm serious, Qia."
"But not so, right?" ask the girl.
Sandra let out a rough breath, she knew the problem would definitely be very long.
"Let me take care of Erzhan," she pleaded.
"The child was innocent, all because my selfish attitude and my oversized desire made her never feel a mother's affection."
"But why should I?" qiara lirih.
Sandra was silent for a moment, enduring the tightness in her increasingly agonizing chest.
Although in fact there is Erzhan between himself and Faraz, it does not mean a separation can be avoided.
Sandra stared fixedly at Qiara's face that was wet from crying. He tried to smile even though his heart was badly hurt.
"Maybe I am the mother who gave birth to her into this world, but you are the destiny that God gave her to guard her until later."
"Erzhan really needs your attention, you guys are very compatible with each other, right? I know that."
"Don't break her heart that's getting more comfortable around you, give her the affection and attention I've never given her. Make sure he feels comfortable and at ease with you, because that's what Erzhan needs."
Qiara shook her head slowly with the clear liquid continuing to wet her cheeks, this was not the purpose of coming here.
Listening to what Sandra said was more painful than enduring the pain of an incision.
"I don't like it, you joke too seriously know, don't you?" he shook his head in disbelief.
"In fact I'm not kidding, dear Qiara," Sandra was anxious to kiss the whole face of her best friend.
His gaze turned toward Faraz who chose to sit still without daring to speak up just protest or something.
"We're better, right?" sandra asked softly along with a very sweet smile.
"I don't hate it anymore, do I?"
Faraz shook his head in response.
"It hurts a lot."
"Ssht, don't say that."
Sandra immediately cried hysterically after feeling her body in Faraz's arms for the first time during their marriage.
The love that was so deep in making it difficult to refrain from crying, but regret was too late.
Faraz's figure was too valuable in Sandra's life, but the greed and greed of his parents became a stronghold as long as they lived married until Erzhan was born.
No one wants a divorce after uttering a sacred promise in front of the ruler, all couples expect a household life that only death is a separator.
But that doesn't seem to be the case with Faraz and Sandra's marriage which should end for the common good.
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For almost an hour Sandra was let out by crying.
Qiara did not dare to interfere and only became a listener and silent witness of the couple.
"Can I follow you?" his god in between the laughter that echoes so funny to be a mosquito.
Both Faraz and Sandra looked at each other with smiling lips, let for now both of them escape from every excruciating taste.
"You too dong in the hug," whined Qiara deliberately approached Faraz who in fact had opened his hands wide.
"Eeye, still my husband." Sandra's protest did not allow the beautiful girl to come near
Faraz laughed with dismay at the wry look on his jealous wife's face.
Is it worth calling a wife? He asked in his heart.
Honestly, the man never felt what it was to fall in love. Even though he is now married and has children.
Being near Sandra is normal, but being with Qiara is inversely proportional.
Faraz's heart always beats fast every time he looks at the princess Rafindra, as if the first time he fell in love.
Qiara, who was aware of Faraz's other eyes than usual, immediately turned her face the other way, it felt impossible if she liked her best friend's husband.
I think I'm crazy. His screams in the heart
Just this time, Faraz was staring at Qiara differently. Like a man's gaze on the figure of the woman he loves.
"So your eyes, you haughty sir."
Qiara spoke in sign language worried not to hear Sandra.
However, Faraz's reply nearly knocked him out of the seat.
"No, these are my eyes not yours."
It felt like the girl wanted to hide right now.
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