Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 98 Sick

Edward hugged his son as he climbed down the stairs. Soraya stared at them with pushy eyes.

"You're gonna take Zahra away?" soraya asked loudly for an explanation.

"Yes, he wants to come with me," replied Edward casually. Soraya approached when they had reached the end of the stairs holding Zahra's hand.

"Zahra you want to leave Mom?" Soraya tore Zahra's shoulder hard.

"Mom, I'm coming with you doesn't mean I'm leaving you" Zahra said.

"No, you can't leave Mom alone here!" soraya yelled so hard at Zahra's hand that the boy grimaced in pain.

"Mom, sick," the lyrics with reddened eyes.

"Mom won't let you leave Mom alone. You have to stay here" Soraya said, panicking that her hand was getting so hard that her nails hurt Zahra's soft skin.

"Yes, release. You hurt Zahra" Edward snapped while helping Zahra release Aya's hand. After being released, Edward saw Aya's reddish and scuffed hands exposed to Soraya's pointy nails.

"You're crazy for hurting our son." Edward's face darkened, staring at Soraya.

"I'm crazy because you always hurt me. You want to leave me alone, go with Zahra to get back to that cheap lady!" soraya exclaimed with eyes full of wounds.

"I left because I couldn't stand living with you anymore, so don't blame her. You started the problem by betraying me so don't blame him. Reflect! Ask yourself are you better than the ones you consider cheap?" Edward tried to temper his emotions as hard as he could speak from the heart. He remembered Deya's word not to fight in front of Zahra for the mental state of his son.

"Don't force me to say more hurtful things to you. It's enough everything. I told you earlier, if being with us is like an enemy, it would be nice if we split up and become friends or brothers."

"You and I can keep Zahra together. There is no limit as long as Zahra is comfortable. If she wants to be with you, it doesn't matter to me."

Aya's body slid to the floor crying loudly. Zahra squatted in front of her mother.

"Mom, I'm gone doesn't mean I'm leaving Mom. You can see me whenever you want."

Aya could not answer only her loud roar. Edward looked at Mr. Lee was standing under the stairs.

"Mr.Lee please take care of Aya, call my in-laws to come here. Don't forget Doctor Franda."

"I'm not crazy, Ed!"

"You're not crazy, but I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself later."

Edward clasped Zahra's hand to take her away.

"I'm going Aya, take good care of yourself. I'm sorry I can't be the husband you've been expecting all along. It was all because of my mistakes and my carelessness that all this happened. However, everything that happens cannot be repeated, we can only organize our lives back to the front. Come back to living happily, Aya without me. Assalamu'alaikum."

After Edward died, Aya laughed as she wiped her wet face. "If I cry, you should cry. If I can't be happy, you have to suffer too. If you leave, I'll make him leave you forever."

"What's the pain, honey?" edward looked at the wound on Zahra's hand. The boy shook his head. Without Edward knowing, Soraya sometimes violates him if he does not follow his mother's orders. Although not severe but pinching or hitting it is common. Like yesterday when Zahra was reluctant to join her mother in choosing clothes at the boutique. Her mother dragged Zahra along and forced her to come along even though Zahra had fallen to the floor.

However, there comes a time when her mother's mind is normal. He would apologize and cry in front of Zahra. Asking his son not to say this to his father.

Personality Threshold Disorder (Borderline Personality Disorder) is a disease suffered by Soraya, it's what Doctor Franda told Zahra when the doctor played home. At first Zahra asked why her mother was angry, other times she became a very good mother. Dr Franda then explained the disease suffered by his mother to Zahra. Ask Zahra to be kind and calm so as not to provoke her mother's emotions. But Zahra tired of being alone with all that. Especially if his father did not come home for a long time, Soraya was often angry at everyone, not least Zahra.

"Your mother is so outrageous." Edward sighed and hugged his son for a moment before starting the engine and leaving the place.

"Father will go outside the province, tomorrow. Do you want to come with Dad? Or just want to be at Opa's?"

"I'm at Opa's house."

"Then you don't go to school for a few days because the distance between Opa's house and your school is far."

"If Brother Deya doesn't take me to school until now I'm still at home." Suddenly Zahra said that. Edward turned to look at Zahra for a moment and looked back at the road they were going through.

"I might as well still be sitting in a wheelchair." Zahra mende**#, down.

"She would love to see you like this and be proud of your son's achievements at school." Zahra looked at Edward.

"What Brother Deya will hate me for...."

"Father no," replied Edward. The other hand rubbed Zahra's hair.

"Maybe because...." Zahra hesitated to say it.

"Because what, dear?"

"It's okay." Zahra wants to apologize to Deya before telling her father that she has found her father's young wife and sister. His father would be very happy.

"Well, Mr. Slamet is still my driver, yes" Zahra said.

"You may ask for anything as long as it is for good."

***

Today Deya was bored. Edward wasn't seen three days ago. Maybe he has a lot of work in his office Deya thought. Or maybe the man was with his family so he couldn't come here.

Family, huft, he did have a child and a beautiful wife, not worth it he still hopes for Edward because the man has lived happily with his family.

The thought of Edward made her unable to calm down. His dense eyelash-covered net was always waiting for Edward's figure to come and sit in his chair. It convinced him that the love was still in Deya's chest even though time had separated the two of them for so long and although he also returned close to Angga. However, it still could not dispel Edward's presence in his mind at all times.

Deya dropped her head on the table. He saw Satria walking into the stand. Deya then got up and walked up to the man.

"Where's Mr Edward, why hasn't he been seen for days?" tanya Deya put away her prestige.

Satria raised both her eyebrows upwards. His master had just arrived from Sulawesi early this morning. He said he was going to the office during the day because there was an important meeting. However, before that. He wanted to rest for a while in the apartment.

"Sir is sick in his apartment. Um.. your old condonium. He's there himself."

"sick... What pain?"

"His chest feels tight," Satria said 'because she thought of her mistress, ' her inner self.

"Did he have a serious illness?" deya asked, panicking.

"Yes, she's suffering from an undisclosed internal illness. He doesn't want everyone to know how he feels. I was actually sad but couldn't do anything just accompany her in her apartment afraid that if you needed something no one would help her."

"Then his wife?"

"They've been separated for a long time, only the divorce papers are still taken care of by the court."

Satria held back her laughter looking at Deya's puzzled expression.

"I came here briefly to check the sales today. Actually I can't bear to leave you alone, but if no one takes care of your work then he himself will intervene when the conditions are...." Satria did not continue his words.

"Here you go, why am I talking about the matter of Mr. to the Madam. Aren't you two separated?" Satria then left again after talking to his subordinates at the stand owned by Edward.

Deya started thinking. "Hugely ill? What pain? By yourself?"