Was it wrong of me to love you?
Emran Fathin
Emran Mansion
The cry of the boy rang out in one of the blue rooms on the second floor, the maids took turns in the handsome boy who had been crying while throwing all the toys in a careless direction. The two women in maid uniforms took a deep breath in order to be given the strength to face the child of her master.
“Mr Athalah, already yes do not cry anymore,” said Rida trying to win while picking up one by one toy cars owned by her young master.
The Daddy, who heard the sound of his son's cries, had just come out of his room after finishing tidy to leave for the company. Emran Fathin is a man who has a handsome face like a Greek god, blood stucco is clearly visible from his face and his dark gray irises. The tall and dashing body rushed towards the son's room just like his puppet.
“Hey Son, what’s wrong with you,” greet Emran when entering into his son's room. Rida and Eka who were in the room lowered their eyes and pulled over to make room for the big master.
Emran was holding his handsome son who was 4 years old, looks Athallah still as hiccup when staring at his Daddy's face.
“Daddy, I don't want to go school,” replied Athallah.
“Hem .. why .. are you boring?” Jemari Emran wiped the tears that drenched her son's cheeks, then she carried him sitting on his lap. Actually this makes Emran dizzy himself in overcoming his son, the intention of sending his son to the playgroup so that his son can be controlled, it is not. The more days the more so the behavior, how many baby sitters have resigned because they can not overcome the fuss and there is delinquency, until all the baby sitters are not at home working.
“Neither Atha want to go to checkolah, NO DADDY!” the boy shouted, and went back roaring. Emran sighed, and tried to bathe Athallah.
Mama Syifa, the mother of Emran had rested her body on the edge of the doorway, her heart was sad to see her son who was now a widower was taking care of his son.
“Emran, it's good that you try to contact Soraya to visit her son, since you two divorced, she has not visited Atha,” said Mama Syifa along with her steps into the room, then sit next to Emran. His wrinkled hands gently rubbed his grandson's head, while wanting to follow the bath.
Emran could only sigh, then go back to the Athalah. “Ya Mah, later I will try to contact him.”
Having a beautiful wife, especially an artist, does not guarantee that the household is always harmonious. At that time he loved his wife very much, let alone have given such a handsome son, but what happened? Soraya Emran's ex-wife put the world first in her martyrdom, especially since giving birth to Athallah, she could be said to lack attention to her child, everything she left to the baby sitter. And it made Emran more angry until there were frequent quarrels and there was a divorce 3 months ago. Though they both love each other, but Emran is tired of Soraya, even though Emran is a successful businessman who can give a lot of treasure to Soraya.
“Rida, call Mr. Yusuf please hurry here,” Emran orders on one of his maids.
“Good Mr. Emran,” answered obediently Rida, then rushed out of the room.
Then Mama Syifa got up from her seat. “Let Mama persuaded Atha, you want to go to the office right,” said Mama Syifa while taking Athallah from Emran's lap.
“Iya Mah, this morning there is a board meeting.” Unfortunately Athalah actually wrapped both hands to the neck of Emran, as if reluctant to be taken as her eyes.
Forced Emran to stand while holding Athalah and try to persuade his son a little calm and willing to stay to go to the office.
“Mr Emran, call me?” asked Mr. Joseph the butler who had just come.
“Iya, I ask you to contact the foundation to send baby sitter candidates or contact who wants to work as a nanny, should be as soon as possible, if I can tomorrow I will interview them,” pinta Emran.
“Okay Mr. Emran, I will do it,” replied obediently Mr. Yusuf.
Back to Dhafi's house ...
Aurelia was completely stunned after feeling her cheeks hot from Dhafi's slap, but was not stunned by his slap, but did so in the presence of another person, Faiza.
Self-esteem as a legitimate wife was destroyed instantly, broken by Dhafi's behavior. He who had just reprimanded Faiza as an actor, now he was the one who was like an actor between the two of them. Her husband clearly defended his lover rather than his legal wife.
“Mas Dhafi, what Mas did .. why Aurel was slapped,” said Faiza pretended to be shocked and empathized with the wound that Dhafi inflicted on Aurelia.
The man's Netra was still staring at Aurelia. “Remember Aurelia, this is my house, you have no right to expel my guest or Faiza. And you should know later Faiza will often be here or will probably stay here! If you don't like it, please leave here. But remember if both of our parents know you don't live here, don't get me wrong if I'm gonna say you went with another man ... and already know if I'm going to hold you!” threaten Dhafi's.
Aurelia shook her head. “You really have the heart Mas, no heart!”
Just go! Yeah, he feels like he wants to get out of this house! But where to go! He does not have money, or a job that can make money, to go home just need money!
Dhafi rolled lazily both of his eyeballs. “What you said! I have no heart. I have no heart for you!” sentak Dhafi's. Aurelia clenched her lips, and clenched her hands together.
Aurelia could only be stunned to see the two people, while the two people she stared at started to move away, heading towards the dining room. Dhafi did not hesitate to show his friendly and gentle attitude to Faiza who was continuing to cook for Dhafi.
“Hei Aurel! Don't just stand there, clean the kitchen, you're fine doing nothing, while Faiza from the morning was busy cooking for me, you lazy wife,” cried Dhafi ruled.
Aurelia gritted her teeth, and appeared to face her firmness even though her heart was clearly broken into pieces. “Yes God give me patience and strength to face all the problems that occur in my household, please guide You,” Inner Aurelia. One more thing she realizes if she leaves this house means Faiza won control of Dhafi, while she was the one who was dumped by her husband. For now it seems like Aurelia needs to make a plan first.
The young woman ventured forward towards the dining table, then looked at Dhafi who was now sitting at the dining table, while Faiza was seen serving the dishes she cooked.
“Mas Dhafi, I ask for my living as your wife, my monthly money,” pinta Aurelia in a good way.
Dhafi raised his face and stared intently. “What you said ... monthly money!” sentak Dhafi's.
BYUR!
“Eat your monthly money!” Dhafi doused Aurelia's face with his drinking glass.
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