The Imperfect Story
Chapter 23

In a village, which was not crowded, a car stopped in front of a concrete house without paint measuring four by six meters.

The group of burly people encouraged Zaskia to get out of the car immediately.

"Why did you drop me off here, where is this?" pekik Kia looked around in confusion.

"You just stay here. This is a decent place for you." said one of them pointing to the concrete house in front of him.

"Whose house is this?" Kia looked at the house.

"This is the house owned by Ms. Wati who previously wanted her to sell but did not become because she still loves you." he said.

"Pity? He who has taken all of mine, can still say pity?" kia's screams stared at her interlocutor.

"Sorry, we have to go. I have to get my son home from school. I'm afraid it's too late." said the man again wanted to get in the car immediately but Kia tried to hold back.

"You can still think of your son. Can you imagine that your son should be separated from his mother like my son?" asked Kia with a wailing look.

"Sorry, Miss Kia. I was also forced to do this because the safety of my son was a threat. So I beg you, his cooperation. I'm sure your son will be fine there." asked the man.

"alright. Please go." Kia shook her hand.

"This is the key." the man handed over a slightly rusty key.

"Thank you, may justice be revealed soon. For the old woman to get karma from distressing the family of others." Kia turned around while sighing.

"Aaamiin," the man said as he entered the car and started leaving Kia.

Kia entered the house while carrying a bag containing some clothes and other important objects. Luckily Mbak Asih had helped him, if not so Kia will leave without bringing anything.

Less clean air was eating away at her sense of smell, making the woman cough and sneeze. In instead, one of the windows in the kitchen space of one by two meters was to facilitate clean air to replace the bad air in the house that he will occupy for a while.

All tableware and floors are filled with dust, indicating that this house has not been occupied for a long time. Kia also took a broom located in the corner of the room. The woman began cleaning the house with cleanliness equipment. At least he can sleep comfortably tonight.

While cleaning the room, Kia found a picture framed with dust on the dresser. On the swab then in a careful look at the faces of two people in the photo.

"This, isn't it the father and the wicked woman?" he murmured while continuing to pay attention to the photo of his father who was embracing the shoulder of wati with a smile on the face of both.

"It's true what the woman said, she and dad were in a relationship. But is it true, the mother took it?" Kia wondered to herself.

"Ah, never mind, I believe you won't be that cruel to anyone else."

"In part, for what to bring up those who are calm in nature there" he added again then continued his clean-up activities.

Meanwhile, with a happy face the Wati family arranged their belongings to their new home, the Kia home they had seized.

With arrogance, Wati displayed a photo that was the size of a refrigerator to the wall of her room.

"Ah, look at this picture of my face, it fits the walls of this luxurious house" he said holding his hand on his chest.

"Beautiful, Mom. Mother's face in the photo why is it similar to the Dutch to arab-araban?" Bella stared alternately at Mom and her picture.

"Not that I'm arrogant, your grandfather used to have an Egyptian derivative." Wati is pinning her long hair back.

"Worthy what?" ask Wati because she heard Bella's voice clearly.

"Fairly, Mother's behavior is exactly the same as that of the ancient Egyptian king." said Bella.

"King of egypt? Who?" ask Wati again.

"King Pharaoh!" cetus Bella then ran away leaving Wati who began to emit flames of anger from her head.

"Bad!" pekik Wati stared at Bella's departure.

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The sounds of birds rang out among the trees. Clear threads always wet every leaf that grows on the face of the earth.

The pair of round eyes opened slowly, and his round eyes looked at the ceiling of the room without a ceiling, it felt reluctant to be aghast from the old bed after a night of thronging with thousands of mosquitoes that stopped in the shabby house.

The woman then grabbed the phone next to her pillow and looked at the clock on the screen, showing it at six in the morning. In his breath slowly, will he be able to survive at home without anything in it. Dinner alone he missed because the stove was not there, let alone the ingredients for cooking. Luckily there was still a stream of water there, if there was none, even a bath he would think hard.

After washing his face, he rushed to find a nearby stall. Fortunately in his wallet there are still several sheets of money hundreds, still enough to buy toiletries and food for the next few days.

Tracing the road a few meters, Kia finally arrived at a house with merchandise hanging neatly on the side of her house. His eyes sparkled, grateful for not having to bother looking.

Upon entering the courtyard of the stall house, his eyes bulged when he saw a man he knew.

"Rey?" Kia ran over to him a little.

"I finally found you, Kia" Rey said when Kia was right in front of her.

"How come you're here?" ask Kia.

"I want to hear a lot of your stories after this. Because of what I least expected, my ex-boyfriend married your husband." Rey said with a slight chuckle.

"How do you know, Rey?" Kia was a little surprised.

"Evening, I went to your house. Actually I was having some business in that town and happened to be passing through your house, so I wanted to stop by. The thing I was surprised at was why Vita's mother was in your house. I wondered in my heart and at that moment I immediately saw the answer, Vita came out with Ishmael, holding hands. If not husband and wife, what else is the right picture for them, anyway his mother is also there." explained Rey.

"Yes, you're right. I just found out recently, Rey." said Kia staring at the yard of the house in her massage full of beautiful flowers manicured.

"For seven years he married her behind my back. Even gave birth to a child. And that child I treated with all my heart." he added.

"Is he Zayn?" guess Rey.

"Yes, that poor boy Zayn I took from the orphanage. But who would have thought that this was one of their ways to trick me. There is no human being more cruel than them." said Kia in a trembling voice. He was still unwilling that Zayn was the son of Ishmael and Devita.

Rey erases the distance between them, slowly pulling Kia into her arms. He understood the sadness that the woman was experiencing.

"Relax, Kia. Everything will be fine. I'll help you, okay?" she calmed Kia who started sobbing.

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