The One More Chance
Then and Now

"Mother."

Hearing the call Abra's hands clenched. Mother? is that true?. Who is the child in front of him?, is Zahra married again?, who is her husband?, when they married?, WHY?, NO...

"Get in the room," Zahra ordered flat, yet full of pressure.

Hearing the tone of her mother's voice that indicated she should not interfere, Regan just kept quiet and obediently entered the house. He would not argue or say anything if the Mother was already in a serious mood.

Arriving inside the room, Regan stared fixedly at the door of the room she had just closed. His gaze did not radiate what he felt this time. Then turned to staring at the book on his desk, a book that for a few weeks became a place to combine everything hidden to reveal something he should not know except from his mother.

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On the front porch, in a chair where customers used to sit to enjoy their ordered bread. Abra and Zahra sat quietly occupied with their thoughts, even Zahra tightened her jaw to cover her own feelings.

"i.i...."

"Come home" Zahra slashed down, without looking at Abra, while Abra's gaze had only been on him.

They fell silent again.

Zahra's face was tapered, her cheeks were no longer as translucent as they were fourteen years ago. The long, soft and pitch-black hair that Abra elus had always had was covered in the veil that Zahra now wore. Abra believes Zahra's hair remains long because it looks like a veil bun behind Zahra's protruding head.

"Beautiful," Guma Abra said softly but she was sure Zahra heard it, because the woman sighed and looked up at the sky.

Abra chuckles. "Wear the veil and see how you sit now quite graceful, mature and not look like you used to, very tomboyish "

Zahra remained silent.

But did not load Abra calm will silence the woman in front of him. Although Zahra's appearance and attitude changed he knew the personality and disposition of a person is difficult to change even though fourteen years is a long time according to Abra.

"Son...." Zahra quietly clasped her hands until she turned white listening to Abra going over Regan's matter. "He who?" Abra's voice began to weigh this time tight because of his negative thoughts, since one by one began to mundul can not he tepis.

Zahra's silent attitude since then made her anxious about everything.

"my son" Zahra replied suddenly in a flat voice.

"Lift child?."

Zahra was silent.

Abra sighed before asking "stepchild?." His voice full of pressure held back the feeling that was raging.

But the woman remained silent.

"Don't ... don't tell me you're getting married again?. And he ... he's your husband's son ... Ara ... us .. you still hold the status of my wife ... I .. we ...." Abra brazenly said he himself confused to know what and how.

Zahra smiled with her data gaze.

Abra's hand tightened to see it. Zahra's silent, flat gaze and straight smile had always haunted her for four years, and this time she looked back at her, making her body stiff.

"Why if I get married again?."

Buk...

Zahra's question seemed to hit her chest precisely.

"We've been separated for a long time."

"But we did not divorce Ara, rather you singled me out!." Abra hissing.

Notya intimidated Zahra instead laughed. "I've filed for divorce."

"I didn't sign it."

Zahra's head nodded still with the inline smile she maintained. "The prenuptial promise point one is written if I'm going to be the only one, and below I write you are ready to accept any consequences I'll give you if you break the first pawn." Sahra's smile disappeared. "You signed his hand and even gave him your three fingerprints?. Are you going to break your own promise again?."

Abra was silent making Zahra laugh then sighed before his gaze returned flat and coldly gazing towards the sky. "I used to warn you not to overdo it, because I knew your first love above all else might hold God's place in your heart."

Abra huffed, they fell silent again.

All turned back in Zahra's mind, the events that had been several years ago began to fade as if again clearly seen in front of manya as if only a few seconds ago he saw it.

Long enough they were silent until Zahra who first let out a voice made Abra look back at the woman in front of him. "come home a lot of work" said Zahra while standing up to leave Abra.

Before Zahra could take a step, Abra blocked his path. "Account to one of my questions, are you really married again?." Abra's eyes started to turn red. "You used to know you only wanted to get married once, you ...."

"But you're still my wife Ara!."

"Then."

"You're my wife, so you shouldn't remarry when your status is ...."

"Are you unconscious?."

Abra sighed. "At least I'm a man, you ...."

"Oh yes, I forgot, men can marry up to four times while women do not. But...." Zahra's eyes were staring intently at Abra's eyeballs. "What is the name for a married man secretly behind his marriage?, what is a man who reneges on a prenuptial promise he made himself without the woman wanting just to convince the woman, toying with her and .. I don't know what else to say." Zahra sighed. "Go don't interrupt my life, I'm not interrupting yours, am I?."

Zahra put her foot up.

"I'm here to see the boy to discuss the scholarship."

Successfully, Zahra's move meant she could stand up . Abra still misses Aranya, she admits it. Although Zahra was cold to him, Abra still wanted to look at the woman, the woman he had been looking for for so many years.

"He won't."

Zahra's voice changed again, Abra who was aware of it stepped foot closer to Zahra who was still on his back.

"Don't limit your child to just a connecting mother, at least later if she is successful you also get the impact. He's full of potential, you don't have the right to decide his future ...."

"He himself does not want to!." Zahra snapped and turned and saw Abra standing three steps ahead of her.

Seeing that Abra smiled as if having hope of staring at Zahra's face longer. "No way, where there are children who waste the opportunity to study abroad."

Zahra clucking. "BANANA ...."

Zahra's screams made Abra flounder. Brother?, Ara's husband is home?.

Regan stood beside Zahra, seeing that it was Regan, Abra was a little relieved but felt annoyed as well.

"It turns out he's got a need with Arz." Zahra embraces Regan's arm.

Abra glanced at Regan's arm irritatedly. "The scholarship problem ...."

"I don't want to," cut Rega open to make Abra agape.

"Reprieve a rethink."

"I've thought about it many times."

"Did he forbid you."

Regan brushes off Abra's hand pointing at her mother. "No, I decide for myself." Regan glanced at her mother. "Mother just knew I got a scholarship offer, the rest of the decision was on my question."

Abra's jaw tightened on hearing him, even Zahra's smile and her spoiled manner of embracing Regan's waist from the side irritated him.

"I'm not here of my own accord, he's been in the hospital for a week because of the drop." Abra glanced at Zahra. "Open me, whom you call Aryan grandfather." Abra looked at Regan again seriously. "It seems he was really expecting you to receive the scholarship, he forced me to meet you threatening to see you myself if I refused."

Regan silently looked at Abra with her flat gaze.

"If you are not more precisely MOTHER" Abra pressed Mother said while glancing at Zahra. "... you allow, you can come with me and tell him your own decision."

Zahra's embrace immediately tightened. "No," forbid Zahra firmly.

"Why?."

Zahra flirted "Telfon only."

Abra's eyes glared. "You want Opa to come here, or even have a heart attack and die."

Zahra's reflex hit Abra's mouth while exclaiming, "Astagfirullah."

Abra caught me instantly, his eyes did not escape staring at the look on Zahra's face, happy that so opened his chest because of Zahra's touch which was only a glance even though it hurt his lips as if he cared for his ears from Zahra's nagging.

"Then it seems like I have to convict so that we have a good solution to inform him of your refusal."

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