The Regrets of the Child and Husband
PASS 63

Hearing what Amar said clearly Nafisa ketar-ketir.

"Mas," said Nafisa with a clear look.

"Amar, is this you, son?" Armand approached Amar, but Amat stared at Armand and refused as Armand was about to touch him.

"Who are you calling me son? The right to call me son is just my parents and you ... who? I don't know you at all" Amar said coldly.

Amar was actually so surprised when he saw the face of the middle-aged man who came with Nafisa. He had actually been home a while ago, but he still wanted to hear what those people were saying.

Nafisa who heard the father call Amar 'son' was a little surprised and curious. Actually since then he began to be curious, especially when his father knew Amar's mother. Also embed the word of the actor on his mother who uttered the mother Amar.

"Pa, why did Papa call Mas Amar son?" ask Nafisa wonder.

Armand nodded quickly, "Sa, Amar is actually the son of papa. And his mother is ... papa's ex-wife," Armand told me. Obviously Nafisa was really surprised. He did not think that the man he liked was the son of his own father. In other words, they are half-brothers.

"Your son? Haha ... Sorry, you are wrong. I'm not your son because my father was dead many years ago" Amar said coldly making Armand shiver at once because of his words.

"Amar, I'm sorry, son. I know you're wrong, but anyway, you're still dad's son."

"I told you I don't have a father. I only have a mother. Who are you, suddenly confessing my father? Absolutely shameless," said Amar.

Then Amar again pushed the wheelchair towards Bi Lela and asked her to bring Aliyah inside. Amar also asked Bi Lela to keep her children from seeing their quarrel.

"What my son said is true. She's just my son" said Mother Naima . "Just destroy your young nets and your beloved old nets. Not for the sake of these nets you can leave your children and your wife. And since then, we've considered you dead. So don't ever confess to me as the father of my son because we will never forgive you forever" Mother Naima said with a cynical look full of hatred.

Armand was stunned to hear Amar and Naima's firm rejection of him. He truly regrets his actions that would have preferred his infidelity to his legitimate wife and children.

"Naima, sorry ... "

"Mas, what the fuck? You think I came here to see your epic drama and that woman?" sentak Gita while glaring sharply.

"And you think we want to see cheap drama from a whore like you and your son?" reply mother Naima hit the three people.

"Shut your fucking mouth. Never insult my son!" yelled Gita with a dead red face. "And you, don't fight the holy pretentious. Sok insulted my husband when you were no more than an irresponsible depraved man. At least Mas Armand is a man of opinion and responsibility, unlike you, a loser. After Fisa got pregnant, you dumped her. I hope you will be immediately responsible for your actions because otherwise I will not hesitate to bring this matter into the realm of law" said Gita confidently.

Amar laughed out loud. Instead, Nafisa was cold hot with what her mother said.

"Ma, there is no need to bring this matter to the police," said Nafisa.

"Fisa's right, Ma. No need to get that far. I'm sure Amar will take responsibility for his actions. I'm sure it's because he's my son" Armand said, which made Amar's laughter grow louder. The corner of his eyes was soaked because the words of Nafisa, Armand, and Gita were so tickling.

"Yes, yes, yes, would you like to report to the police? Mother, it seems they are not all sane. Do I need to call the mental hospital? Let's not say they're their patients who ran away."

"Amar, don't do it, son! Come on, kid, I know, you're the man in charge. We had a discussion with Fisa, she's willing to be your second wife because as long as you want to be responsible, it doesn't matter to be second. Please, son, pity Nafisa and your future son. Your son is not wrong. Don't let him bear something that wasn't his fault."

"So I should imitate you by suing my wife, right? Sorry, I'm not you. To the death I will never wish my wife. Especially for a cheap woman like your daughter" said Amar.

"Stop cornering my daughter and say it cheap, damn it. If Fisa is a net, then what are you? Sok-sokan do not want to cheat on his wife, but in fact ... "

"You know for yourself what I mean."

"Hehehe ... Sorry thousands sorry, I'm not your husband who wants to commit adultery with other women even though he already has a wife. I am not a good man. I'm just a jerkkk and I admit I've hurt my wife a lot, but for cheating. Especially until it impregnates the woman. Well, it seems that just talking without proof won't open your mind. You better see this so you know who this woman is."

Then Amar pulled out his phone and fiddled with the contents.

"Mas, I'm sorry, mama, and my papa. I beg you not to do this. Well if you don't want to marry me, but don't slander me" said Nafisa who had held Amar's hand to prevent him from showing a hot video of himself and Budi.

Seeing that, mother Naima then pulled Nafisa's hand rough until it was released.

"Never touch my son with your filthy hands!" mother Naima jolt with sharp eyes full of hatred.

"This ... Lookatthis. This is your son's real job."

Then Amar played a hot video of Nafisa and Budi. Obviously Armand, Gita, including Naima's mother were surprised to see him.

"Astaghfirullah, so this is your favorite son's job, Armand?" mother of Naima's.

"No. That's not possible. It's just an edit, isn't it, honey?" Gita, who refused to believe, asked Nafisa.

"Mama's right. It was actually a video between me and Mas Amar. He recorded it secretly and then edited it."

Armand was at a loss as to who he should trust at this moment. If he defends Nafisa, it is not impossible that Amar will hate him even more. But if he defends Amar, then surely Nafisa and Gita will also be very angry with him. He was confused as to who was wrong and who was right at the moment.

"Fisa, please, tell me honestly, who's in the video."

"Mas, you still ask? It's obvious Fisa said it was him and your arrogant son. There's no way Fisa's lying to us."

"It is up to you not to believe because this evidence is valid. If you don't believe me, let's take this case to the police. The police can certainly show the authenticity of this video," said Amar without any doubt at all.

"My son's right. If you don't believe me, we'd better take this video to the police. But after being proven my son is innocent, get ready you are in prison for defamation cases that you do," Mother Naima added.

"Who's afraid. Justdoit. I'm sure, my son must not be lying" replied Gita who was actually tired. But he was ashamed to admit he was afraid.

"Ma" said Nafisa, who was also afraid that Amar would actually realize his words.

"As you know, the man in the video is already married. His wife filed for divorce because of your beloved daughter's affair with her husband. Mother and child are the same. Equally cheap and cheesy. I am grateful to have survived the snare of the serpent woman. If not, it could be me who will be the next victim, which is forced to divorce my beloved wife. So how, should I take this case into the realm of law? If you agree, I'll be immediately ...

"Don't!" sergeant Armand was already scared. "Don't do it, kid! Well, if indeed the child that Fisa is carrying is not your child. But don't report Fisa to the police. Don't you feel sorry to see her pregnant in prison" said Armand.

"Pity? Wh-wh-what for? Do you feel sorry for my mother who at that time had to slam bones to support us who were small? No. gabe. You're even enjoying your happiness with that cheap woman. Even you can bear to mark your own wife just for the sake of an itchy widow like her," booed Amar who was able to hit the inner niche of Armand.

Afraid of hearing even sharper words from his son, Armand chooses to force Gita and Nafisa to go home. Gita and Nafisa are then forced to go home empty-handed even the frustration that peaked.

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