Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 112

Returning to their dwelling, Deya went straight to the kitchen. Dafi preferred to follow Zahra. There was the sound of the two children joking and whining spoiled Dafi from above.

Deya herself prepared the egg that Zahra requested and made one more omelet that was not spicy for Dafi if the child wanted to eat.

A fragrant smell rippled throughout the room. Making the stomach of his two children added rumbling. His second running step sounded.

"Don't run, it will fall" cried Deya from below. The name of the child does not always do what his parents tell him.

"Come, Dafi, you'll have your eggs spent."

"Don't!"

The two children went straight into the dining room. Zahra took out a plate containing fried eggs.

"Huwa.. for me where, Mom," cried Dafi make Zahra more happy because it can make the child cry.

"Zahra, can't make your sister cry." Deya placed a plate containing non-spicy eggs in front of Dafi. The boy sat down and waited for his mother to put rice on his plate.

"House is not crowded if Dafi does not cry." Zahra's shoulder was hit slowly by Deya.

"You and Rai's habits are the same!"

Deya sits. Suddenly a voice came from the intercom. Deya lifted it up.

"Madam, I'm the receptionist on duty. This time there's a guest who's coming and wants to meet you."

"Who?" deya asked relaxed. Maybe it was his family.

"She said the Madam's family, um Mrs Edward Xavier, Soraya and her lawyers."

Deya immediately looked towards the children. Start considering whether to accept Soraya's visit or not.

"Alright, let him ride in ten minutes."

"Okay, my lady will tell me."

This is an upper class apartment that does not allow guests to come unless allowed by the unit owner.

Just as the children finished eating, the doorbell of his apartment unit rang. Deya immediately got up.

"Zahra went upstairs with Dafi. Remember don't come down before you call."

"Who's coming, ma'am?" Deya held Zahra's shoulder. Stare within.

"Your mother. I don't want to prevent you from meeting her but let's see what she wants I don't want any commotion in this house. I hope you understand. You can see your mother if I deliver or let you meet her."

"Mother...." Not the happy but tense face that Zahra showed. It makes Deya even more confident to protect Zahra.

"Wear the water phone on both of you're ears, especially your sister, I don't want her to hear a fight. I hope it doesn't happen, but I anticipate if it's there."

Zahra then took her sister upstairs. He looked towards the main door as he climbed the stairs. I don't know what the boy was thinking, Deya doesn't know. He only did what his instincts had to do.

After hearing that the door was closed, Deya just opened the main door.

"Huft, you've been a long time." That sentence came out the first time when Deya opened the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Deya said.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" answered Soraya's lawyer.

He's his neutrality sweeping through the entire corner of the room. Squinting, cynical, when looking at the photo togetherness of Edward and his small family, also Zahra who wears a cone hat. They laugh happily. Maybe that's when they celebrated Edward's birthday yesterday. Inner Soraya. He turned his gaze looking towards Deya

"I'm here to see Zahra, see how she is. You know if I miss that kid so much."

"I understand with Ma'am Aya's wish but I can't allow it before Mas Ed agrees."

"You dare forbid me from meeting my son!" soraya's voice began to rise. The lawyer's hand held Soraya's arm gesturing for the woman to calm down to fit in with the plan.

"Sorry, Ma'am, I won't prevent Mbak from meeting with Mbak's son but Mbak must contact Mas Ed first on this matter."

"I'm his mother, Deya. You are also a mother will certainly feel sad if you do not see your child for a long time. Understand me, De," Soraya said in a compassionate tone, very different from what she said earlier.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, it's not that I obstructed Mbak's meeting with Zahra, but that I have more respect for the message that my husband gave me. Including about Zahra."

"You must not be the wicked woman De, you have taken my husband, I accept, now you will also take my Zahra. Don't be like that, De, we're both women, please understand me." Soraya seemed sobbing, it did not make Deya tremble at his stance and handed over Zahra just like that. His experience of meeting the cunning Soraya used to keep him on his toes.

Deya.

"Mistress Deya, I hope you understand how Mrs Soraya wishes, she just wants to meet her son. Don't you block it."

"Sorry, I can't!" deya said firmly.

Soraya looked towards the lawyer. The lawyer gave the code by nodding his head.

Soraya got up and called Zahra and went to the stairs.

"Zahra, honey, it's Mom Son." Deya deftly stood up directly in front of Soraya preventing her from ascending to the top.

"I told you to ask permission first with Mas Ed!" Looked at Soraya sharply. Their eyes were fiercely clashing with each other.

"Please don't stop me from seeing my son, you're just a stepmother to him."

The stepmother said it pierced Deya's heart but she remained in her stance preventing Soraya from ascending to the top.

"I'm a stepmother, but I'm trying to protect her."

"Protecting from whom, I'm a biological mother who will never hurt her," cried Soraya began to lose control.

"really? Should I open it here, in front of the camera you're hiding?" Deya looked at the camera behind the lawyer's bag. Raised one eyebrow.

"I'm not the old Deya, the fool, who just kept quiet to see you acting out of bounds."

Soraya's face was red.

"You're wrong to keep me from meeting my daughter. I want to meet him and take him away." Finally, the words came from Soraya's lips.

"You're right, you have the right to take your daughter while she has nothing to do with your daughter so she has no rights whatsoever. We can sue you for this Mrs Deya."

"Please sue me," Deya said defiantly. "I won't let Zahra get out of here except with my husband's permission." Deya further advanced forward pushing Soraya. p

Soraya pushes Deya's body to lose balance and falls on the floor.

"Mother," murmured Zahra as she shut her mouth tightly. He went back into his room and closed the door. Dafi was still cool to see the cellphone so that he did not know the commotion below.

"Big brother why?" dafi asked to see Zahra crying. Zahra hugged her sister tightly. He was afraid of being brought back by his mother.