Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 48
Deya sat in front along with Soraya. He stared into the crowded street by the vehicle. The noise by the horns and engine of the vehicle is nothing new to him. However, this time it felt boring and made him careless. He wanted to get away from this unpleasant situation.
"So you were working for Edward?" ask Soraya.
"I'm just a college student who's interning at Mr. Madam's company."
"I thought you were just a nanny. If you're interning at that company why would work be put here."
"Because I need a teacher who can be a friend. I've known Brother before, Brother Deya works at home."
"Oh, when is that?" Soraya looked surprised but she still looked relaxed while turning the car to the right. His gaze remained forward.
"Sister Deya helped me when I almost fell from the sixth floor of the mall" Zahra replied.
Soraya opened her mouth. "You never said that to me?"
"Mom never asked."
Zahra's words made Soraya speechless.
"Zahrah...." Deya's Sweat.
"Sorry, Mom. I mean I didn't ask so I didn't say."
Soraya responded with a sad and disappointed smile. The sound of her breathing seemed to imply that a heavy burden was pressing on her chest.
"Just because of that?" soraya asked again after easing the bad thoughts that filled her brain. As deeply as she is, Zahra is disappointed in her, so that she feels more comfortable with the woman she just met. The question was in his brain. Until they get to Zahra's school.
Soraya got down and helped Zahra get into her wheelchair.
"Yes, my God, Soraya, the movie artist Rahim Rent?" (Authornya shadow his novel so soap operas) squealed a mother who was delivering her child.
"Yes, Mother," answered Soraya politely and subtly.
"Ih, it's like the one on television is beautiful and soft, "another chirp. Then the crowd started. Soraya was busy asking questions from her fans.
"Yes, Mom. This is my only child."
"Oh, I never told the public that she's Mom's son."
"Easy, first. However, when he grew old, he was reluctant to be photographed" Soraya added.
"Cock in school here, Bun?"
"Schools anywhere are the same all depends on the ability of each child.
"Right, Bun," everyone answered. Looking at the figure of Soraya. Beautiful, graceful, not arrogant and that certainly looks dear child. A good image.
"I go in first, Mah," said Zahra unhappy and then put his wheelchair into the school.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I brought my son in first" Deya said, leaving Soraya.
"Later if Zahra's in, meet me here." Deya nodded
Some of those people felt lucky to meet Soraya. Their expectations fit his shadow.
Ten minutes later Deya exited the school gate and saw Soraya's car still parked on the side of the road.
Deya knocked on the door, then the windshield went down slowly. "Sit next to me De, we're talking somewhere else, okay."
The car then went to the park near the school.
"Is Mom not on a shooting schedule?"
"I'm asking permission off three days."
"Edward is the most realistic person I've ever met. He will not do anything that is not in line with his thinking. He must have his own reasons for inviting you to come home."