The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Pregnants

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A few hours ago.

After Mahen's departure to the office, Nayla enters into her room again. He immediately went into the bathroom to pick up something left behind.

Early in the morning he had stored his urine in one container and took out his testpack purchased at a nearby pharmacy. After doing the procedure written on the wrap in his grasp.

Nayla tore off the wrapper slowly with a hint of nervousness.

After waiting for a few seconds for the testpack to test, he stood up trembling to see it on the sink.

"Am I pregnant? From when did I feel the strangeness in my body?" Nayla monologues to herself. He waited patiently and closed his eyes.

Pacing by biting the lips in the bathroom to eliminate the effects of panic or other words expect anxiety to wait for the results.

A line two that is so bright plastered on the testpack tester.

The pregnant!

Line two, a fact that she is now pregnant, two-bodied. The fetus has inhabited his womb.

Nayla could not hold back tears. Until his vision blurred to see the thing.

"I'm pregnant? Yes, really, is this?" Nayla felt her stomach still flat. "You've been here, baby. Thank you, Yes Allah. You have given me the prayer I pray every night. Thank you, Yes Allah. You have given the best way for me to pay the promise debt to Mr. Mahendra Wijaya," he said as he continued to embrace the testpack.

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Nayla's arrival at her parents' house this time, not just to visit her mother. He will tell you the good news that he got this morning.

Before telling the happy news to her husband. Nayla wants to tell her first.

Nayla was still standing in front of her mother's bedroom door. He looked at his mother's back with a tight hug and tears while talking to himself as if he was talking to someone in the picture.

Nayla stepped slowly without any sound interrupting her mother's focus. Two different generations of women in the same room. But Nayla's mother didn't think her daughter was standing behind her and listening to all the grievances she'd made to someone who would never be able to answer all the questions raised by the woman crying that much.

Nayla looked down lethargic. It seemed like the energy inside him was going out of nowhere. His feet could not stand his body. His gaze became blurry, unable to look at the woman who was so dear that the focus was on a family photo.

"Mother" said Nayla.

"All is not right, Mother? Mom lied, right? Why don't you be honest with Nayla? Nayla is Dad and Mom's real daughter, right?" Nayla keeps pressing. Her tears also spilled. He felt that there was something important that was deliberately hidden by the mother. He's disappointed.

"Nayla, the daughter of Hadi Suherman's mother and father," said the woman sitting on the edge of the bed who clearly raised a big question mark on the young woman's head.

"Mother lied! Tell me the truth, Mother! No matter what the reality is, Nayla will hear it all," the impatient Nayla soon pursues an answer from her mother.

"No Nayla. I cried because I remembered Dad. I miss Hadi's Dad. I haven't visited your father's grave in a long time. How about we go there together, when you have free time. You're willing to take Mom to your dad's grave?" Nayla's mother tried to smile. A smile came up to calm the princess who kept urging her with a series of questions that she could not answer at this time.

Hearing that denial, Nayla tries to find honesty in the eyes of the Mother. What his mother said just now. Or was everything he heard just now, that a big mistake? Or a truth about him still reluctant to be said by the mother.

Deep inside the middle-aged woman's heart, it was in excruciating pain. Like a sharp knife hitting his heart. A truth about who Nayla is, it really hurts to the point that she can't deal with her daughter who demands an answer from her. He endured the very tightness in his heart. It hurts!.

"Why lie, Mother? Nayla has listened to everything. And Nayla's memory nine years ago couldn't have simply disappeared" Nayla replied to her mother.

Checkmate. The middle-aged woman spoke a thousand languages. Wanting to refute all Nayla's words, it felt like there was no courage.

'I'm sorry, Nayla. But the truth is, you're not Father and Mother's biological daughter. We adopted you at the age of two from Ikhlas Hati Orphanage. Forgive your Father and Mother, so that you are willing to marry young by becoming the wife of Mahendra Wijaya. In order to get money for Hadi's father's operating expenses. You've done everything you can for your father, until you make a unilateral decision without asking Mom for an opinion that can't do anything about it. Forgive Mom...'

It's all just spoken in his mind.

The young woman approached and rested on the middle-aged woman who was loved so much.

"Mother, please tell me the truth who are Nayla's parents?" he said with tears that were unstoppable.

'Yes Allaah, your servant is unable to speak.'

"Mother" said Nayla.

"Every night in prostration we plead with Alloh Subhanallahu Wa'tala to be sent lanterns of light filler the joy of our little palace. Until a few years of prayer we finally granted by Him is sent a beautiful little angel is you. We adopted you from Ikhlas Hati Orphanage to be our daughter whom we have long yearned for," The woman paused her speech and let out a long sigh. I could no longer continue with her delayed words.

Nayla's mother moved from her seat, walked up to the sturdy wooden cabinet in the room and opened it to pick something up from a box she had kept for a long time.

"This is all that was attached to your body at that time" the woman handed NM's necklace with the initials pendant and a set of two-year-old clothes to Nayla.

Nayla received it with her eyes puffy. Until the next second, Nayla's vision suddenly blurred and unconscious. To make his mother surprised.

"Naila!" shouting Mother.

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