True Love Never Ends
The Part 86
"Why are you lying, honey?" azhar asked as she and Nasha had entered their car after saying goodbye to Mr. Niranjan's family.
"I'm tired of the pain that keeps reminding me that I'm an outcast and an adopted child" Nasha replied in a quivering voice "Every time people find out that I'm an outcast, they'll pity me or maybe someone's gonna put me down"
Azhar immediately pulled Nasha into her arms and Nasha's cries could no longer be contained, it instead made Azhar feel guilty because she had brought it up.
"Sorry, Nasha. I shouldn't have questioned that, honey. I'm sorry, my wife" said Azhar.
"Come, Azhar. It hurts every time someone questions my identity"
"Now your identity is very clear, dear. You are Nasha Azhar, my wife" Azhar said, then kissed her head.
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"I think Nasha is lying" said Mrs Anjana sadly. It was obvious the locket belonged to her daughter and there was no way anyone would throw it in the trash.
"That's possible, dear. Why is Nasha lying" replied Mr. Niranjan while staying focused on driving.
"Ma, Nasha is the adopted child of Mr. Surya and Bu Raya. Don't.." exclaimed Hanin who immediately got the attention of everyone including Mera.
"Right, Harry said Nasha was a foster child. She is the same age as Alezhea. The birth month is also the same, November" continued Mera.
"God, is Nasha our daughter?" ask Mr. Niranjan.
"We have to take care of that, let's go to Mr. Surya's house now, Pa" said Mrs Anjana.
"Not now, it's night. Tomorrow alone, at least now we have a clue about our daughter" said Mr. Niranjan, deep in his heart he was very hopeful that Nasha was their daughter, or at least Nasha could be a clue to finding their daughter.
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"Have you memorized yet?" ask Azhar while putting the buttons on her sturdy clothes.
"Yet... Gimna dong's? Just skip yes" whining Nasha while turning back her book.
"You, I taught you last night, honey. Don't tell me later no one will teach you" Azhar said, which even made Nasha crybaby.
Nasha went down first, and below she saw her mother who was there and was talking to her mother-in-law. The arrival of his mother who arrived was certainly very surprising to Nasha.
"Ma, what's wrong?" ask Nasha.
"What's up, Sha. Mama just wants to drop this off, let's just say it's a wedding present for you" Raya said as she gave Nasha a car key, which made Nasha even more surprised.
"That's right, Ma" refused Nasha.
"It's a gift, Sha. Cook you refuse a gift from Papa and Mama" said Raya again that makes Nasha feel bad.
Azhar also heard Nasha and her foster mother's chat.
"Hey, Azhar. I hope you don't refuse gifts from me and my husband" Raya and Azhar asked with a smile.
"Thank you, I hope this is useful" Azhar replied as she took the keys to the car.
"That car was indeed very useful, Azhar. Especially for Nasha who is in college, I heard that Nasha is also a school in pesantren, besides that she also sells cakes online" tukas Raya that immediately makes Ummi Rifa feel bad what else when she saw the face of Raya "Kasian once you, son. Whereas in the past you did not even need to clean your own bed, there are servants who always serve you" continued Raya who increasingly made Ummi Rifa embarrassed, because at her in-laws' house, she said, Nasha is not served by a servant and even has to work.
"Tante don't worry, Nasha is just doing what makes her happy. School in pesantren makes her happy because it can add knowledge and experience, while the matter of working, while, I think it's better for Nasha than she spends time on social media with useless things" said Azhar who instead got a look down on Raya.
"But your wife must be tired, Azhar. Taking care of the house, taking care of the husband and in-laws. Uh, even take care of the store too"
"Absolutely tired, Ma" continued Nasha "Which did the homework Ummi, who cooked also Ummi because that's Nasha more often eat and even more fat. And about work, Nasha just helps. That is sometimes. Mama don't worry, here Nasha is like their own biological child, undifferentiated, not in the bridle. Even very spoiled, in-laws taste biological parents