The One More Chance
She Knows

Zahra sat weakly staring blankly ahead. His hand also drooped limp with the book he was still holding. After wrapping, putting in a box and arranging all the orders he remembered the book Regan gave, a thin book but there were some sheets of folio paper tucked away, even the paper was scattered on the floor.

There were no tears flowing, either Zahra had to describe what her feelings were like. He could only be quietly interrupted reading everything until it was over.

The book Regan gave was not a dairi, not a lesson note, but something that made Zahra limp helpless, as if not knowing what to do if Regan came home later.

The sound of the fence opening diverted Zahra's attention, Zahra hurriedly picked up the scattered paper and entered the house without having a chance to close the door.

She went into Regan's room looking for something, last week she dropped off the fruit she had peeled off while Regan was studying, and Regan quickly closed the chocolate envelope in front of her.

Drawing at the last pile of books and papers he found the envelope. There is a GG Company Coat on it. Zahra grabbed the envelope and took it out.

This time Abra was sitting on a chair in their yard staring at the house with a gaze that made Zahra angry.

"Ara, are you telling me that night to be honest?" asked Abra with a soft voice as if just muttering.

Not understanding Abra's question, Zahra just chose to quietly walk closer to sit on a chair not so far from him.

"what does this mean?" asked Abra again, this time at looking at Zahra with a cold look full of intimidation.

Abra's hand thrusting a piece of paper at Zahra made him pause for a moment, grabbing the paper quickly.

As if like a family tree, there are several names and arrows and at the bottom there is the inscription I circled many times the question mark to meet the right and left of the circle.

Zahra smiled wryly and sat staring at the paper in her hand. "where did she get it from?" zahra's voice raspy. "seen by the circle and the repeated question mark, I can't believe that night he said out loud and confidently that he was my son, my flesh and blood, my son, I'm Mother's son she said that out loud, didn't she ?".

Zahra's eyes glazed back at Abra's gaze. "for weeks she was more silent, hugging me and always embracing me. Turns out he convinced himself he was my real son".

Not feeling overwhelmed by Abra's chest tightness, he stood his back to Zahra shuffling his hair to hold his rage against Zahra, even though he spent a lot of time arranging it neatly to meet Zahra today.

"weren't you virginity at the time?" abra's eyes turned red, his jaw hardened.

He still stood his back to Zahra, all his might calming himself down at this moment.

Zahra chuckled, "Why?".

"otherwise why?, sixteen years ago we married you are still a virgin, even if you do not do the surgery. But.." Abra's voice choked, sat back down and looked at Zahra fixedly. "even though you're married again and have a biological child she may not have gone to high school".

"He's different, he's special. He's the only one on Earth this wise little King, he's my life, he's my little king and he's always understood me since I was pregnant".

Before continuing his words, Zahra thrust out a brown envelope in her hand. "if she has decided not, then it will not, unless there is a strong reason that can shake her" this time Zahra's smile was so sincere.

The smile she used to show her every day, the smile Abra had longed for for dozens of years.

"he knows our relationship but not in detail, at this time I can not explain anything to you, come home you have been here for days how your family will be?, your company is also who takes care of?. You mempu...".

"always" Abra wiped her hair and propped up her chin looking at Zahra fixedly. "just keep thinking of others before yourself".

Abra laughed at it. "again ngapelin wife who took a dozen years did not want to go home".

"we're not husband and wife".

"we're not divorced yet".

"we are religiously divorced".

"no, because in religion the decision in the hands of the husband".

Zahra's face turned sour. "GO!" it vented frustration.

Again Abra laughed, stood up, interrupted Zahra's head and lowered his body until his face was right in front of Zahra. "i still miss you Ara" Gumanya.

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"Where's Daddy going to answer?".

The kid in the school uniform is ramming a woman twice his age.

He Gea, looking for his Daddy who disappeared for more than five days without news, last only information if he goes to Surabaya. On the contrary, Dadynya did not preach anything and hpnya died could not be contacted.

No one knows where his Daddy is, he's been asking anyone no one wants to answer. Upset he finally came to his Daddy's office and asked his Secretary directly.

"I don't know". Secretary Dahinya again said the three sentences I don't know how many times.

"aunty don't lie" he accused.

"why not ask Ibnu?".

Gea's face turned sour. "Om Ibnu did not pick up the phone Gea aunt, Chat Gea is not read as well. Om Ibnu. nemenin Buyut hospital, if Gea there meet Grandpa Buyut will be afraid" his voice is getting smaller at the end of the sentence.

His secretary Daddy breathed. "Sir Abra must have gone home, because the day after tomorrow there was a meeting with the board of directors".

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