Thought by Maid, Turns out to be the Mafia Wife
141. No way!

At the luxurious Four Season Istanbul hotel, right in front of room 271 Bunga and Daffa are located. Daffa pressed the button of the room with one hand grasping the hand of the Flower who was currently wearing a shar'i outfit complete with her veil so as not to be easily recognized by the criminals who had seen her face while fighting down Alinskie.

Not long out a body that still looks handsome with the exact same face with Daffa only different generations.

"God's Masya. This is impossible!" batin Bunga saw the resemblance of her husband to Mr. Darwis.

"Good morning Daffa. I've been waiting for you since and this...?" ask Darwish who already knew it was Daffa's wife.

"My nose. My liv. Everything to me" Daffa described the Flower in front of his biological father.

Flowers greet Darwish who smiles at him." Oh yeah, almost forgot to offer you guys in. Please comein..!" tawar Darwish's.

"Aren't we going to visit your wife, Mr Dervish? comeon. I can't wait to see how beautiful your wife is to have your heart locked to death for another woman" Daffa said lightly.

"alright. We're leaving now. Hope you're happy to meet him," Darwis hopes as if to say you must be happy to meet your real mother.

Daffa, who was driving Salim's grandfather's car, took his father and wife to the police station to meet Daffa's mother, Cyra.

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At the police station, Ms. Cyra is escorted back by the police to meet three people she loves very much. His face was still down with unraveled hair covering his face and his hands were handcuffed.

I don't know why Daffa's heart seems to want to stop with his breath that feels very tight." Daffa ..it!" hiss Bunga who already knew her husband's birth mother. The body of the Flower staggered a few steps back. He couldn't believe it if Darwish said it was his wife.

"Yes Allah. How could Miss Cyra and Mr Darwish be husband and wife? isn't Miss Cyra the wife of Mr. Murrad?" cyra's inner self clashes with the mind that has difficulty digesting this strange story.

The police opened Cyra's handcuffs and let Cyra sit down.

"Cyra, baby. Look...! who am I carrying," said Darwish, causing Cyra to raise her face slowly looking at the face Darwish wanted to see.

"He....?" Cyra looked at Daffa and Darwish's faces alternately with tears that had already expanded on her beautiful eyelids.

"Is he a....?" the hoarse voice was no longer able to continue his words for fear of making Daffa disappointed in him.

While Bunga and Daffa only watched scene after scene and speech, said Cyra who dashed because only his parents only understood.

"Yes dear. He's our biological son because Daffa's DNA test is the same as mine and I'm bringing the proof" Darwish said, leaving the newlyweds shocked instead of playing.

"Whataaa.....?" pekik both of them did not believe in Mr. Darwish who could no longer resist dismantling everything.

"What the hell is this, Mr Darwish? what kind of joke are you playing, huh?" snapping Daffa with a slightly raised tone of voice makes Bunga stroke her husband's chest which looks shocked to hear Darwish's confession.

"Don'tkk ....! I'm not her real mother. You're wrong Darwish. Our son is dead" said Cyra, shaking her head quickly. The tears grew with a deep yearning for his son.

"Honey. Why are you afraid to admit it, hmm? it's all over. Now Murrad has been caught and I've been searching for the truth where you asked April's doctor to exchange Nayla's passover son for Daffa's son to protect her from Murrad, right? pity my son, Daffa.

How long have you kept her in this world a secret, Cyra?" darwish's strangulation further made Daffa's chest feel tight so that his tears could no longer be weathered.

"Stop this madness! stop mister Darwish! I'm not your son! me ...i ...!" Daffa was at a loss for his words due to the shock.

"Darling. Strengthen your heart!" entertain Flowers.

"Flower. Let's go home, baby! this is no longer true. Ngaco.know, no!" take Daffa to Bunga who seems confused and feels wrong because these two parents are also in-laws.

"Daffaaaa...! please listen to your mother's explanation first or your father's, hmm..!" pinta Bunga who also cried heard this reality.

As great as Flowers are, still in the eyes of Daffa she is a wife who must obey her husband's orders." Well, dear we go home," said Bunga who immediately said goodbye to his two in-laws.

"Dad. Forgive Flowers. Flowers go home first. Mother Cyra. Remember me, Mother Cyra?" bunga asked as she opened her veil, revealing her face to Cyra, who gasped when she found out that Bunga was the wife of her son.

"You...?" hiss Cyra flabbergasted." We just got married a few days ago" said Bunga then kissed Cyra's cheeks while crying.

"I'm sorry..I'm sorry my husband...!" cyra said, covering her face with a veil without listening to Cyra who wanted to ask her something.

Flowers walked hurriedly while looking for a tall sturdy body because of the height of Daffa 190cm and Flowers 170 cm.

"Daffa...! stop. ....! I have not been strong to chase you," said Bunga, who came to Daffa again to pick up his wife because the lungs of Flowers have not been strong to be carried away quickly.

Without saying much, Daffa lightly carried Bunga's body to bring his woman to the car because their car park was located quite far from the police building.

The flower hugging the sturdy neck placed its neck into the chest of the Daffa field without wanting to say anything. The car door was opened by Bunga and Daffa sat his wife's body in the car seat and put a seat belt on the body of Flowers with a depressed face to withstand the sadness. The flower released its seat belt again making Daffa look at him sharply.

"Sit down here and pocket me, hmm!" flowers to comfort her husband.

"We're home. And don't get a thrill here!" said Daffa flat and then got into the car, started the engine and left the building to go to Salim's grandfather's house.

On the way home, the two seemed to be silent with their respective thoughts. Flowers can only be istighfar to neutralize his feelings now. Daffa was running his car at a high speed and Bunga knew Daffa wanted to drive away his calamity.

"Why is my life too damn flower? having Gavin's father a traitor to the state and now knowing my mother was just a mistress of a mobster," Daffa said, wiping his tears many times while remaining focused on driving.

"Honey. If our lives are told by God to choose, everyone will choose the best for themselves. Unfortunately, we are not given a choice but are commanded to live it.

If you are chosen between the two sides with a painful destiny, because God entrusts you because only you can pass the test given by Him. Only you can, Daffa.

If anyone dares to insult you for having a zholim adoptive father and a pitiful biological mother, try to have them put themselves in your shoes! are they willing to accept it? not necessarily, darling. They can only be infected. Laugh at themselves because they are not the chosen people God wants to raise.

Look...! how does God bring us to his destiny. Who would have thought that my mission this time had caught Mr. Murrad who had ruined your parents' marriage and separated the three of you.

God has reunited you in different situations. Did you not see the story of my mother who almost decades new can meet with her biological grandfather here. If I wasn't drowned, would my mother be able to meet Salim's grandfather? your story is almost the same just different way of running it.

Be thankful you can still meet your two biological parents Daffa. What about orphans who don't have both? compare your fate that didn't end up in the orphanage, Daffa.

Thank your real mother for giving her flesh and blood to others only to protect you if you know you are the son of American intelligence who is seeking information about Murrad through your mother as his informant and ironically, your mother was the mistress Cyra I had known before and because of her I was able to arrest Mr. Murrad and his son Alinskie" Bunga said.

Daffa sped up the speed of his car, stopped by a seemingly deserted beach, opened his seat belt and grabbed his wife by the lip.

The widening flower of his eyes received Daffa's sudden attack and offset Daffa's kiss that had already pulled his body to sit on his lap.

The sound of hot kisses are both earthy with the sound of waves smashing on the beach. When the two were in the heat, there, the snow fell rapidly and Daffa became more and more mad to taste his wife felt the snowflakes fall on the roof of the car covering every car glass until the ice flower enveloped the car blocking the movement of the two in there who's making love in the back seat of the car.

Luckily the area seemed quiet to make both of them enjoy their hot romance with moans and moans that make both of them really enjoy the honeymoon moment.

"Daffa...! ummm!" de$ah spoiled Flowers on Daffa's lap with body contusions that invited the desire of the husband who stared at the innocent body with a cleavage that forced him to squeeze it gently.

"Flower. You came at the right time because I need you to get through the pain of my life right now. Thank God, leave this angel as my bidder now," Daffa was grateful to release his pleasure liquid into his wife's womb several times.

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