The charm of Miss Zahra
Episode thirty six

Fatih's attempt to talk to Zahra didn't work. The woman is like hiding in an ant hole that is difficult to follow by her. Even when he was already in the house where the woman lived, but the woman never showed herself.

"I hope you have the shame of no longer seeing my sister. Now she's a single woman, not your wife anymore that can be found at any time. It's only natural that he refuses to meet a man who isn't his mahrom.

" You have a wife, if you feel that your wife is no longer so unsightly that you turn to my sister it is very unfair. Maybe someday you'll do the same to my brother" Hilal continued.

"That's not my custom, Hilal."

"That may not be your habit but I'm afraid it's become a habit that affects my brother. As a sister I don't want my sister to experience what your wife feels. Come home happy wife before you lose both."

The ringing of the cell phone was so noisy from the pocket of the pants worn by Fatih.

"The phone call was your wife, right? Go home" said Hilal again.

He has been expelled many times, it is time to know himself. He left the house in the hope that tomorrow or the day after tomorrow he could return. He lyrics the window of Zahra's room because he felt the woman was peeping at him, when he turned around apparently there was nothing.

Zahra herself stood beside the window after previously peeking.

"Yes, he's right next to me, ma'am." Sam who was driving received a call from his employer's wife. It's very troubling indeed.

"Yes .. yes we are on the way .. good." Sam closed the connection and turned to Fatih who was staring out the window. "Mrs Sarah's calling, sir," said Sam.

"Leave it. Don't go straight home!

"Ready, Sir."

Not knowing the destination, Sam just muters bring a car around the city of Bandung. Eventually the car stopped in front of the mosque.

Fatih got off then did the halat there. After praying he sat in the mosque courtyard observing people who were chatting with family. Some pass chasing their children or vice versa. Everything he saw there was his dream.

Eleven o'clock in the evening he just returned to the apartment. Welcomed Sarah's pouting face.

"I don't like you leaving yourself in an apartment like this. We're both here so nothing should be both."

Fatih took off the coat she was wearing then went into the bathroom. Shower lightning because not ten minutes he was out again wearing a white t-shirt and knee-length shorts.

"Yuk dinner. I prepared your favorite food. Or ...." Sarah lowered a rope on the shoulder that became a support for the service she was wearing.

Fatih prevented the hand from lowering the rope, "when are you going to be honest, Sarah?"

"Ju-honestly what?" Sarah nervously stared intently at by her husband.

"Many things you hear from me. Stiffness with Alin, Demir, and your pregnancy."

"You're accusing me of lying about pregnancy?" Sarah panicked so that the tone of the speech was not controlled.

Fatih confirmed the pillow then dropped, "there's no need to panic if you're not lying."

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Sarah began to panic when the car she was riding with her husband entered the hospital courtyard. Especially when their footsteps stopped in front of a door that read dr. Friska Sp's. OGS.

"Come," Fatih asked after opening the door for his wife. "Cock quiet? Sarah ...."

"Why should we come here Fatih. I have my own obstetrician."

The woman racked her brain looking for an excuse because she was sure to get caught. Can't dodge anymore. She did not lie to her husband forever.

"Good day, please sit down" said Dr. Friska with a smile.

Fatih pulled a chair for herself and Sarah, but the woman was still standing.

"Sarah," admonished Fatih.

"Okay, I'll talk but not here" Sarah said, leaving the room with Fatih.

In the car Fatih looked at the woman who had been his wife for seven years. Waiting for the woman to talk. No more friendly smiles, and sweet treatment. His face looked fiercely waiting for the woman to open her voice. He already knew what his wife was going to say, yet he waited for honesty from the woman.

"You're gonna keep quiet?" Fatih got tired of waiting. The wife is too much drama.

Take a deep breath and breathe it out slowly.

"I'm not pregnant, Fatih."

"Then?"

"Then what else? I don't have any other lies, Fatih."

Fatih took out a brown envelope containing evidence of his wife's lies. Photos of Sarah's activities and the people she met. Including the photo when Demir came to his apartment yesterday. There are also several photos of Alin and Sarah meeting, there is also evidence of their chat when Sarah asked Alin to slander Zahra by spreading her photos through the woman's mobile phone.

Sarah was flabbergasted staring at the photos of herself with Demir who was not just one.

"Not having another lie?" Fatih smiled faintly. "I'm silent doesn't mean I don't know what you're doing Sarah. Why would I have so many people if I didn't know what my own wife was doing. Even you and Demir are not just sleeping but working together, right?"

"Fatih, Fatih, I'm sorry. Yes I know I'm wrong but .. but all I do is because you're afraid to lose you."

Fatih wears a cynical smile, "that's a stale phrase that people like you, Sarah, often use. I kept quiet for a long time, and all that time you thought I knew nothing. Not only did you hurt me, Zahra, you hurt other women. Olla who doesn't even know anything should be your victim."

"Then what a difference I am with you who even dare to sleep and impregnate other women. You're more of a Fatih bastard!" sarah did not want to be cornered by herself.

Sarah's shout was not heard until it came out because Dari's car besides having a high level of security was also soundproof. So no matter what happens in the car, people outside won't know it.

"Yes, we're both assholes, the difference is I admit directly while you're not."

Sam knocks on the windshield and tells Olla to contact him. Fatih reached into his pants pocket and saw that there were many missed calls from his cousin as well from the house number.

"Fatih, Aunt Misha was taken to the hospital. Hurry home!" There was a panicked tone from Demir's wife.

"I'll be home soon" Fatih said, closing the call and asking Sam to return to Jakarta soon. He ignored Sarah sitting next to him. He was going to drop the talaq on the woman but he paused because the time was not right. Let Sarah be his business later.

For this time the woman can still breathe a sigh of relief as long as her husband has not dropped the talaq. He'll find a way to keep Fatih from divorcing him.

Three hours into the trip, they arrived at a hospital where her mother was being treated. Fatih looked at his mother who was lying weakly aided by hospital equipment.

"What's going on?" fatih asked Olla and one of the servants who took Misha to the hospital.

"I don't know because when I got to aunt's house, the manservant was busy helping auntie," Olla glanced at her side slings.

The waiter standing beside Olla looked nervous. Sometimes he turns to Olla like he knows something but is afraid to say it.