The Imperfect Story
Chapter 21

"What's the matter actually? What did Papa do to Mama? Why would Papa be with Aunty Vita?" ask Zayn at last. Kia looked at her son. Confused how to explain to him.

"There's nothing 'kok. Mama is okay too, honey. Huh! My mom has no one now. Only Zayn loves Mama. So, Zayn don't leave Mama too, yeah. Because Mama loves Zayn so much." said Zaskia tried to smile at Zayn while hugging the tiny body tightly.

"Zayn promised, never to leave Mama." said Zayn and returned the embrace of the Mama.

Meanwhile, at his home, Wati and Ismail are now in a serious conversation.

"How are you prepared for tomorrow?" wati asked when everyone was asleep, she deliberately went to her daughter-in-law at midnight to discuss their plan without Devita's interference.

"Tomorrow we'll move, ma'am. Don't worry, the judge will help us." said Ismail.

"Well, I hope you don't disappoint me and Devita. If you do not succeed, just prepare my firstborn I will be paired with someone else." threatening Wati firmly sign himself is not messing with his words.

"Yes, Mom. May our business be spared." he said lirih.

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This morning after preparing breakfast, there were some people coming to the mansion to look for Zaskia. Asih's mother immediately went upstairs to visit Zaskia's room.

It was clear from outside the room that Zaskia and Zayn were talking and joking. Mood Zaskia was doing well this morning because there was Zayn beside her.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ... Ma'am Asih knocked on the door.

"Mother Kia, below there are people who want to meet." said Mbak Asih with a worried face.

With a still shabby face, Kia descended to the ground floor along with Zayn and Mbak Asih who followed from behind.

At see Mother of Devita is holding some ceramic flower pots that are a prima donna for lovers of ornamental plants with prices worth millions of rupiah per pot is lined up neatly on the table. While the Judge who stood side by side faithfully accompanied Wati. And Ishmael himself sat on the porch.

Realizing that Zaskia had descended from the top floor, Wati turned around and faced Kia.

"Hi, Kia. How are you, remember Aunty?" said Wati mince words.

"Of course I remember, you're the Mother of the Actor." ledek Kia put on a careless face. Wati was actually furious, but he deliberately held it because he would feel the fruits of his patience in a moment.

"You're wrong, son. Let's get acquainted again, my name is Wati and I was once your father's ex-girlfriend. We didn't get married because your mother took your father away from me. So, do I deserve to call your mother an actor?" terang Wati, while Kia continued to put on a face that did not like it. It was very desirable to slap the face of the old woman who was as good as her eyes insulting her late mother.

"Well! I am thankful that my father did not marry you. Destroying families are not suited to meeting good people like my father. And what good is it that you're telling me about it?" Kia crossed her chest to welcome the insults given by Wati.

"Hey, Kia. It's important to remind us of the failed pedigree in our family." said Wati.

"Curtain! You crazy man!" Zaskia.

"Oh, yes. Devita sent a greeting. He apologized for not being able to attend. Because his heart is too soft, he will not have the heart to see what will happen after this" said Wati haughtily.

"Good question! I'm here to take over everything that should be my son's right." replied Wati with a grinning grin.

"What else does Devita have? He already owns Ismail, even my company you have!" snapping Kia by clenching her hands firmly.

"Yes, it's true, but this house should also belong to my son. And from now on, this house is no longer yours." said Wati as she pulled a map in the hands of the Judge and handed it to Kia.

"What more trials have you given me, O God?" lirih Kia in heart.

Zayn and Mbak Asih hold hands to see the attitude of the bad guys in front of him.  Every now and then Zayn shook his head, it seemed like he could not see the Mama in such persecution. But Maam Asih stroked behind Zayn to calm down, his palms raised upwards, signaling for prayer.

"Keep up Mama, O Allah." - Zayn said after that rubbed his hands into his tiny face.

After that, Ishmael began to enter the house. There was not the slightest sign of pity from his face. Kia approached the man while holding the paper given by the judge. The name Zaskia was changed to Devita.

"Mail, what does this mean?" kia asked while Ismail did not answer and instead passed Kia just like that.

"I'm talking to you, Mail! Please explain what it means!" Kia chased and held Ishmael's arm, but the man let go by force.

"Mother Zaskia, in my opinion, it would be nice if you leave this house in an honorable manner. It's very uncomfortable to go out in such a humiliating way." suggested the judge and was nodded by Wati.

"Oh, yes, one more. Don't take Zayn out of this house." added the judge.

"What do you do, Zayn is my son." refused Kia.

"Sorry before, I have to tell you that Zayn is Devita and Ismail's biological son" Wati explained, making Kia's heart beat fast.

"Isn't he the child I'm adopting? Why be your real children?" tanya Kia faced towards Ishmael. He remembers right, they both visited the orphanage together then adopted Zayn who was still flushed because the newborn had not even three days.

"This is proof of his DNA test. Kia's mother can see it if she doesn't believe us." The judge gave another map, but Zaskia did not take, it was Mbak Asih who grabbed the map and read it carefully. In his gaping shut mouth in shock, it was so cruel that they told this master. Giving their biological children to others to raise, after which they take back forcibly.

"Mama, what's going on?" ask Zayn who does not understand the discussion about him and his DNA test evidence.

Kia's gaze turned to Zayn whose eyes began to pool. In his arms, the boy held her tightly while crying helplessly. Should he lose Zayn too after losing everything? What is his fault to those who desecrate him?

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Zaskia

Devitas