The Imperfect Story
Chapter 44

"Hallo, Rey?" kia said after the call connected.

"Where are you now? Are you with Zayn? Is your mind so messed up that you forgot what I said?" Rey immediately asked a question.

"Yes, I'm with Zayn." he said, sighing Kia stood away from Zayn.

"I didn't forget, Rey. I didn't take Zayn anywhere either. Right now I'm with Zayn at his neighbor's house." Kia explained in a soft voice.

"So Ismail called me" Rey said.

"Then?" ask Kia even though he already knows what sentence is given by Ismail.

"She said, please tell Kia to return her son." Rey said flatly.

"Restoring how, the kidnapper will not take his son away with a distance of less than fifty meters." Kia chuckled softly.

"I'm serious, Kia." Rey took a long breath.

"Yes, sorry, Rey. I'll send him home right now. You picked me up, yeah. I'm in a bad mood to take a taxi let alone angkot." he asked in a clear voice.

"Well, which neighbor's house? Let it be easy for me to find you." asked Rey in resigned fashion.

"On the left side of my house, there is a large mango tree in the yard of his house" Kia explained when she saw the mango tree in Mother Lia's yard.

"All right, wait for me there. But get Zayn home right now. We could have a child abduction case." said Rey and immediately closed the call.

Kia laughed softly then rejoined Zayn. In his embrace first the tiny body for a few moments.

"Mama why?" zayn asked as their embrace stretched.

"It's okay, honey. Oh yeah, maybe your mom's going home. So, now Zayn is back home, yes." pinta Kia despite heavy release.

"Zayn doesn't want to go home first, Mama. Zayn wants to be here with Mama." Zayn shook his head in a reluctant sign.

"Same Mama, yeah. Mama will be here again sometime. Now Zayn comes home, if not go home later with Zayn's father even thought Zayn was kidnapped with Mama. What if Mama goes to jail?" Kia begins to scare Zayn into obeying his orders.

"Well, Mama has to promise Zayn, she'll see Zayn again."

"Yes, Mama promise. Now home. See you, dear." said Kia while kissing Zayn's cheek and driving him to the gate of the house Mother Lia while waving her hands off the departure of her son.

After a while later the sound of the car horn rang, it turned out that Rey had arrived in front of Mother Lia's house.

"Mother Lia, sorry for the trouble. And I asked her for a little cooperation, if Zayn's mother asked, just tell her that Mom invited her to play here. I told Zayn not to reveal my presence here" Kia said before deciding to leave.

"Let's just calm Kia's mom. I promise a secret I will swallow in my stomach." said Lia's mother issued a humor style.

"Ah can Ibu Lia this vice. Then I say goodbye first, thank you and sorry once again for being troublesome. Assalamualaikum." Kia said goodbye while hugging Mother Lia for a while and immediately left the house.

"Waalaikumsalam." lirih Lia's mother replied, sending Kia's departure with pooled eyes. The sadness in the hatiny a little tickling, it was eager to feel like he was helping, but he also knew himself to get into the affairs of the household of others seemed to be disrespectful.

The news of Zayn's disappearance reached the ears of Wati who is currently busy spending her time in the beauty salon. Inevitably, like it not like the woman had to give up her time to return home.

"Mother said, give the boy to Kia. Let the woman take care of him. You guys stay cool, so this is the result." said Wati after arriving home and they are currently gathered in the living room.

"Mother please don't muddy the mood, yeah. We are tired of hearing this kind of babbling mother." lamented Ismail while massaging the base of his nose.

"I will continue to say it until Zayn leaves before me." snapped Wati firmly with her thoughts.

"Enough, Mom! Don't you have any good words to say?" ask Vita, back yelling at her own mother.

"Listen, Mom. Even though I don't like Zayn, he's still my son. And that will never change until I die!" he added with emotions that had eaten him.

Wati folded her arms around her chest, seeing her son's change made her laugh cynically.

"Now you're getting daring to argue and yell at your own mother, yeah." Wati began to clap.

"Yes, because this is my home. Although this mother is my mother, but this house still has to follow my rules."

Lazy to listen to endless debates, Bella spends her time enjoying snacks while watching her favorite Korean drama on the front porch.

"Assalamualaikum," said Zayn said his greetings.

Snack, who had just entered Bella's mouth, was forced to come out because the girl was gaping when she saw the figure that made her family this rowdy standing before her with a sinless gaze.

"Waalaikumsalam, where's Zayn from?" bella asked after sipping her cold drink.

"Zayn played in the house next door, in the house of Aunt Lia." said Zayn with a smile.

"Good, Zayn." Bella patted her own eel and then brought Zayn into the house.

"Zayn's back, don't fuss anymore." interrupted Bella when Wati and Vita are still arguing.

The discussion stopped, but did not stop there. Now Wati's emotions are mounting when she sees Zayn. A plain face that he hates very much.

"Brazed kid! Because of you, we all became like this! Where have you been, huh?" the voice that scared Zayn came back blaring. Zayn gasped and revealed a clear glass in his eyes.

"Zayn was playing at Aunt Lia's house" he said, looking down in fear.

"Once again you go without permission and make a mess of this house, I'll break your legs!" threatening Wati made Zayn cry.

"Enough, Mom! It's not Zayn's fault." Vita defends and hugs Zayn to calm the boy down.

"It's all Mom's fault for banning Zayn from going to school!" Zayn let go of the hug and ran towards his room.

"Look at that kid you're proud of!" sarcas Wati while smiling cynically.

"Oh Allah, Zayn wants to stay with Mama Kia. Not with Vita's mother let alone with the evil Grandma. Zayn was afraid of the evil Grandma." Zayn said softly in his tears. The boy could only curl up on the bed alone in his room. For him to be able to live with Kia is a happiness, different from the current situation, his life is like living in hell.