The One More Chance
Disillusioned

After spitting out everything Zahra wanted to say, Zahra said back home first to care about Vira who was still sitting in Abra's room, even he forbade Abra to take her out.

While Abra after Zahra left he asked Sari and Sam accompanied him to finish the files that were still piling up, he did not give Vira lesquak to talk with him alone, until Vira left without saying goodbye.

What Zahra said made Abra feel guilty, and disappointed in herself and Zahra as well. Zahra never said if she was scared, lately Zahra has started to complain and ask for her help, but she never said her fear.

"Lo's not focused anymore?" sam asked who had been watching Abra since.

Abra closed the file in front of him, leaning his back to look at Sari with a face that implied his exhaustion.

"Is it so hard for a woman to say how she feels?" ask Abra flat.

Sari smiled, thought for a while and then nodded allowing. "Sometimes yes, sometimes no."

"Why?"

Sari glanced at Sam for a moment, Sam had experienced as Abra felt, making them recall that attachment.

"Depending, he might be waiting for the right moment to say it, or he won't tell you because he's afraid to burden you."

"But we have become husband and wife, must divide everything even anything." Abra says it in a desperate low voice staring at the ceiling of his room.

True Sari's guess is not, this concerns the relationship between the couple, and Sam also once existed in Abra's position.

Seeing Sari who chose silence Sam began to speak up trying to calm Abra down.

"Gu agrees with you" said Sam, making Abra look at him. "But they also need privacy as well as we do not?, but as strong as any woman she will say what makes her uncomfortable, but that one day Bra. Lo can not force and otherwise it will not be easy for him to evaporate all. If we're the type of thinkers, they're more thinkers than we are, they're all thinking about what tomorrow, next week, next month and even the future they've been thinking about."

"But I feel useless, not need, I .." Abra's voice floated confused to say what.

Sari smiled understandably, "Your existence is very useful, you are very needed in her life. I may not be Zahra, but I am also a woman. How strong we are, we also need someone who is always by our side."

"No need to continue, you better go home we continue tomorrow." Sam takes the file in front of Abra pulling Sari out of Abra's room.

Sari had just walked out of her room, a few minutes later she came back in with something in her hand.

"So Nanda took three cookies, for me and San, for Malvin and that's for you. Greetings to Zahra thank you, I hope the delivery will be smooth."

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Aslan and Alaric play ps, while Javir and Regan sleep disofa bed behind them both. Regan reads the book in her hand, while Javir has been staring at the screen.

"In the meantime your phone will be hollow" Regan said without seeing Javir.

Feeling that Regan was talking to her Javi just sighed back to life.

"What is your job in natap hp company as well?" ask Aslan.

Javir slapped his body and looked back at the screen, "I don't feel like I've been here a month."

"Continue?" aslan asked with his hands and gaze still focused on their PS game.

"She really doesn't want to call me or what?, isn't that the same as me?."

Regan who heard it turned to Javir, looked at him with a flat gaze, his hand grabbed Aslan's phone and placed it in the middle of the book page.

"If three days to a week he doesn't call me understand, but it's been weeks even I've been here a month." Javir looked back at Regan, "the idea was that he hadn't contacted me for a long time after getting a salary this afternoon."

Regan kept quiet, Aslan and Alaric began to exclaim more with their own game.

"Ah ... lose, you bang melo mulu" Aslan grumbled.

Aslan's PS stick gave to Alaric, no more spirit to play.

"Who is she talking to?" ask Alaric who is beginning to understand their language.

"Surely the Gea" guess Aslan.

"Who else" Regan said.

Javir sat cross-legged staring at Aslan and Regan alternately. "She was dumb?, the last time she saw me was like she was disappointed."

"What's wrong with Gea Bang?."

Javir answered by shrugging his shoulders.

"Try to remember again" Regan glanced at the page of her book.

"You're his brother, he ever told you nothing?."

"Ke Mommy and Dad are not let alone a distant we" Aslan was looking for something.

"Why did he ever say until he was disappointed?, I am ..."

Regan's hand patted Javie's shoulder making Javir stop. "Back to your initial question bang, how about I go back to the question." Javir looked at Regan seriously, "you really don't want to call her?, don't you think that's the same?."

Regan's question made Javir pause for a moment and then laugh a little.

"Whether I call him?, I'm still offended he refuses to fiancee when before was fine." Javir said it with a single breath.

"What's the disappointment?" tanya Alarik sat next to Regan.

Javir's eyes glanced at Alaric's dislike.

"If kangen?" this time it was Regan who asked with a serious tone and gaze.

"When is it from where?" Javir chuckled little standing up from his seat. "I didn't think I'd calm down a month or so this is nothing to disturb ..."

"Is this kangen or not?" asked Regan in a firm tone.

"Yes not" replied Javir full of confidence.

Javir started walking about to leave, Regan's hand took Aslan out of the book and mengloud the speaker.

"Udah listen?" ask Regan.

Regan's gaze was fixed on Javir instead of Aslan's phone in his hand, Alaric glanced at Aslan while reading the connected call from his phone.

Javir himself stopped his steps not understanding what Regan was asking, turning around to ask but before his voice came out ...

"Udah"

Javir's eyes popped out instantly.

"Next time don't do it, disturb me to sleep for something that doesn't matter."

"Ge ..."

Hp Aslan Regan throws at the owner and looks at Javir with a smile, but Javir looks at him with eyes reddened with anger.

Regan's smile grew wider, "what? is something wrong?."

"What have you done?" javir's hiss was about to get close to Regan.

Aslan's haste gets in Javir's way, "quiet Bang."

"Anged?, why?, when everything was explained?."

"WHAT IS CLEAR B****T?" yell Javir.

Aslan hugs Javir's body blocking Javir who wants to approach Regan, "patiently he does not understand love-love, he understands the oenting of business matters."

Regan's smile slowly dissipated, her hand clasping tightly onto the book she had read earlier, fearlessly approaching Javir, brushed off Alaric's hand which was holding his arm.

"What's mad bang for?" he casually asked and walked past the silent Javir.

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The clock had shown him at nine, Abra had just arrived, unlike the way he felt in the guest room Zahra was not waiting for him as usual.

Slowly Abra opened the door of the room, seeing Zahra who turned out to be asleep, Abra was silent for a long time to look at Zahra from the doorway, her woman occasionally moved uncomfortable changing her sleeping position or a pillow that denied her stomach.

Feeling still uncomfortable with her sleeping position Zahra opened her eyes and found Abra looking at her with a flat gaze. Zahra's frown and closing her eyes stabilized her vision, near the door was indeed Abra who was standing looking at her this time with a smile.

"Hi" Zahra said, "sorry not to wait outside because I feel tired, my back hurts" Zahra complained.

Abra smiled little "yes, I take a shower first."

Zahra frowned hearing that, although smiling abra's attitude tended to be cold.

Abra put down his work and the box of cookies that Sari had given him at the table, opened his tie and and his suit while walking towards the laundry basket.

Before tearing his suit and tie, Abra's eyes saw something, the clothes that Zahra was wearing this morning before he left for the office. Abra picked it up and looked at the shirt in his hand, and the cake dough dried up, making Abra's hand clench.

"I remember not ordering cakes other than for employees at the office" Abra said slowly.

Zahra who was still sleeping on her back turned to Abra, she saw Abra holding the clothes she was wearing earlier.

"What cake did you give Malvi and Sari your own?" abra said he began to be full of pressure to hold back emotions.

Zahra only she tried to sit up despite a little difficulty in the end she was able to sit with the help of a mattress headbord.

Abra turned to look at Zahra who still confirmed his sitting position to be comfortable. There was no intention of helping despite the pity of seeing Zahra in pain, but the feeling of disappointment had mastered it.

"I've forbidden you to bake cookies, the doctor has also warned you to take a complete break" Abra threw Zahra's clothes in the laundry basket until it fell.

Abra is getting annoyed, the basket moves to his feet making Abra vent it by kicking the basket.

"Abra don't get in the habit of venting out your anger like a dead thing" Zahra said.

The more anger Abra ignited, "then I have to vent my disappointment to you to whom?."

Abra's hands ruffled around his waist staring at Zahra sharply, Zahra herself only silently knowing that she was guilty.

Abra Sunday supported her handing out cookies to employees as an expression of their love for the seven-month-old Zahra's pregnancy, but Abra strictly forbade it when Zahra said she would make her own cookies.

"I was disappointed, you were afraid of getting pregnant but I wanted you to get pregnant, if I knew I wouldn't impregnate you."

Zahra raised her face to look at Abra grudgingly, "in the beginning I felt I was not afraid of getting pregnant anymore, but when I found out I was scared, I planned to tell you but you knew I was pregnant first and was very happy, I don't want to ruin your happiness."

"Always" Abra sighed, "You always think of others first Ara."

"I'm already pregnant, even though you know that I'm afraid what are you going to do?."

"At least I can do things better next to you more often."

Their eyes stared at each other in silence, until Abra who first threw away her face sighed to calm herself down.

Abra walks to the table near where he puts his office bag and accidentally sees Zahra's cake making him silent for a moment.

"But it seems like you are not afraid of giving birth prematurely" Abra said in an insinuation tone, "you even ignored the doctor's advice and my ban."

Understanding what Abra Zahra meant trying to get off the bed, she did not like Abra talking while behind her back, but her cramping stomach again made her grimace.

Abra heard Zahra's ringing, but he clenched his hands not turning back.

"I only made three cakes" Zahra said on the sidelines of her ringing, "that's why I helped so many people" he continued.

As if ignoring Abra walked to the door, "from now on I don't want to eat your cooking, you can just prepare my clothes to the office and accompany me to eat."

Abra opened the door of the room to get out.

"Where are you going?" ask Zahra lirih.

"Smoking" Abra replied briefly.

"Not sleeping out?."

Abra silently held the doorknob firmly before nodding his head.

"Well, won't the father be thrown out?, promise?" ask Zahra again to make sure.

"Yes"

Very briefly, Arbra closed the door to her room and walked out of the house into the backyard.

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