The Imperfect Story
Chapter 54

Just as Kia was about to close her eyes, suddenly her phone rang. Kia checked her phone and saw who these nights were interrupting her break.

"Yes, hello." said Kia after sliding the green button on her phone screen.

"Bu Kia, this is my Riska. Sorry to interrupt the night. I want to meet with Ms. Kia." said Riska conveyed her intention without rambling.

"It's night, Riska. Tomorrow if you want to meet." sidelines Kia while sighing, there's just want to meet these nights.

"Alright, tomorrow we meet at a cafe near the company, yes." suggested Riska. After the call is coming, the call is decided.

Kia put down her phone then went back to lying down, hugging Zayn who was currently sound asleep.

Kia stared at the ceiling of the room, occasionally letting out a sigh. Actually, things have started to improve and began to side with him, but I don't know what premonition is in his mind to make his heart not so calm.

Slowly the defenses of his eyes began to weaken, his eyes began to sweep and his patience began to disappear. Now Kia follows Zayn into the dream world.

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Bella came down the stairs when she heard a boisterous noise in the living room. The girl shook her head when she saw her real mother who had many guests, yes her mother's friends were gathering.

"Look at the old woman, instead of looking for Zayn's whereabouts, she invited her friends to come here to get rid of her scorn." said Bella as she stepped out of the house to get some fresh air. It just so happens that tonight the moonlight is blatant.

When out of the yard, coincidentally Ismail's car was passing to go home. Bella just sighed, not really caring about what would happen later in the house. He was tired of seeing his mother acting in front of everyone.

"Assalamualaikum" Ismail and Devita said their greetings as they opened the door.

Wati was surprised not to play to see the arrival of the child and his daughter-in-law. He thinks that they won't be coming home tonight because they haven't found Zayn yet.

"Wa-Waalaikumsalam." said Wati stammered, while his friends did not reply because they were indifferent to who came. They even cool posing because one of them is carrying a new digital camera. What a toxic environment that is not recommended to imitate.

"What the fuck?" ask Ismail in a high voice.

Wati also put back her sad expression, and forced her eyes not to blink for a second so that her acting became more perfect.

"Mother invited them to accompany me." said Wati with a slight tear.

"What about Zayn? Have you met him? Hiks, I miss you so much with my grandson." she said, wiping her cheeks that were not so wet.

Ishmael stared at his mother-in-law's face. Simultaneously, Devita even folded both hands staring at the beloved Mother.

"No need to pretend to be so sad, Mom's acting looks ugly, unnatural, Mom. Really!" ledek Devita while smiling sideways.

"What do you mean, Vita? Don't you see the look on Mom's face, your mom's tears are dripping from feeling lost to Zayn!" sternly Wati showed her face and tears.

Devita did not answer or ignore the expression of her mother, she laughed. He sat among a group of his mother's friends.

"Are you told to come by my mother?" ask Vita to one of them.

"Jeng Jesi said that 'sih!" sela Wati did not accept.

"Do we need to see the contents of our chat with your son?" asked Jesika again and Wati also closed her mouth can not dwell.

Ishmael heard that and took a long breath. Already he expected, the old woman did not have feelings and had no veins of shame.

"What's wrong with you, Mom? Why can't you stop hurting other people's lives?" snapped Ismail. Everyone there was silent, and suddenly the atmosphere became silent.

Jesika's mother stood up and began to greet Devita, without a word of her coming out of the house. Another contact followed following the steps and how to go, Ms. Jesika. What a friendly environment that has no manners.

"What do you mean, Mail? How dare you yell at your in-laws in front of the crowd! Look, they left without saying goodbye because of you!" bentak Wati did not accept.

"Because of me? Isn't Mom's friendship like that? Seen how from the nature of the mother who tends to be psychopathic, certainly have a friend who is just as evil." led Ismail while clucking.

"I'm psychopathic? Hey, watch your mouth!" Wati forward wanted to slap his daughter-in-law's face but was held back by Devita.

"That's enough, Mom! Think clearly, reflect on Mother's mistakes all this time." said Devita advised her mother.

"Don't you feel sorry for me? I'm just a poor woman who wants to feel happiness, don't you think about my happiness?" Wati continued her acting with teary eyes.

Ismail felt irritated, rubbed his face rough, restored his hair with breath that was forcefully drawn to withstand the emotions that wanted to overflow.

"Can you stop that nondescript charade, Horrified Mother Wati!" calm yet sharp Ishmael said to his in-laws.

"You don't think we know that you're the one who kicked out Zayn, the granddaughter of your own son." Ishmael could not bear to carry the emotions lodged in his heart, he was reluctant to call his in-laws 'Mother'.

"Omong empty! Who said that I drove Zayn out!" snapped Wati again, very unacceptable himself increasingly in a corner like this.

"A blank slingshot? Zayn himself complained that it was you who drove him out of his own house!" gertak Ismail made Wati shudder in shock.

"Do you believe more in the words of a child than an adult like me?" challenge Wati, however, the defense must continue to be firm.

"Of course I trust Zayn's talk more than bad guys like you! For years I have lived in threats and insults from you! And you want me to believe your words just like that? It's enough I've lived in restraints and rules from you, unlucky lady!" snarled Ismail again cornered Wati.

"Bad! How dare you say this to your in-laws!" sela Wati clenched her hand in front of Ismail's face.

"I don't actually want to be the brash kid you just insulted. But you always test my patience!" Ishmael took the glass on the table and threw it hard until it was smashed to pieces on the floor.

"You!" Wati was getting furious to see her in kasari like this.

Without permission, Ismail also left Wati with Devita in the living room.

"Look at your husband's behavior!" Wati sprayed Devita finally.

"Listen, Mom. I want to, tomorrow I leave this house. I don't want what I fear most will happen again in the future." said Devita before leaving her mother in a state of annoyance and anger that attacked her whole heart and mind.