Your betrayal Happiness to Me
Seasons 2's. 28 Gara DuRen's

This morning Qiran woke up early. He took a shower and got ready to go somewhere. Bimo who saw him frowned.

" Because where are you going this morning?" Bimo asked approaching Qiran. He stared at the wall clock that showed at six in the morning.

Qiran only glanced at him at a glance, after which she walked out. Bimo blocked his hand.

" You haven't answered my question, baby." Bimo.

Bugh...

" Awh."

Qiran punched Bimo in the stomach making his hand pop off.

" Dear why are you...

Qiran left just like that, Bimo immediately chased after her.

" Dear wait! Where are you going?" Bimo asked following Qiran from behind.

" Want to find a husband who will obey all his wife's requests." Sahut Qiran's.

" God, baby, are you still mad at me? Mas sorry! But Mas can't give it to you. That's a danger to our dear son." Bimo.

Qiran looked at Bimo sharply.

" I don't believe the same thing Mas, what happened was already God's line. I don't eat that much anyway, I want to go! Who knows the handsome widower who is ready to be...

"Gazm"

Bimo smothers Qiran's mouth, Qiran hits Bimo's hand.

" Never dare to look for another man dear! There is a Mas here who will always obey what you want." Bimo.

Pleks...

Qiran hit Bimo's hand making Bimo take off his defender.

" I'm sorry, baby!" Bimo.

Angrily Qiran stomped her feet leaving Bimo.

" Dear wait for me! I'll drive you." Bimo said following Qiran from behind.

" It's still very early in the morning baby, where there's a gulai shop that's open this early." Bimo.

" I'm not looking for gulai Mas, I'm looking for duren." Sahut Qiran while walking.

" That again, where there are sellers duren morning like this, especially now is not the season dear." Bimo.

Qiran stopped her steps, she looked at Bimo with a smile. He put his hand against Bimo's neck.

" Not duren fruit dear, but Duda keRen." Qiran's words pressed down on every single one of her words.

He resumed his steps.

" You really want to leave me to keep dancing that cool widower?" Ask Bimo silly.

" Yes it is." Sahut Qiran's.

" Dear, don't be so donk! Instead of the same widower mending Mas aja, Mas will buy whatever you ask." Bimo.

" No way! I want a cool widower. Looks like our son craves a cool widower deh Mas." Said Qiran rubbing her stomach.

" There is no cravings, there are you who want not our child." Bimo.

" Oh, two of them." Sahut Qiran walked towards the park not far from his house.

Bimo followed him.

This morning the park was crowded. There are jogging, walking or just sitting in a chair. Five foot traders are also many, they sell different foods.

Qiran's gaze stopped on the long-haired girl who was crying. He's about five years old. He approached her immediately.

" Hey sweet sister." Qiran squatted down realizing the child.

" Mama." The boy looked at Qiran.

" Uh no! I'm not your mama." Sahut Qiran's.

" You're my mama, I have a picture of mama at home. You're my mama." Scream the boy.

Suddenly the boy hugged Qiran tightly.

Qiran looked at Bimo who was tightly clenching his hands.

" Is this what you mean looking for cool widows? You guys made a deal here? Tega you Qi." Bimo was hurt.

" Eh no Mas! I was just kidding. I don't know who he is." Qiran.

" Jenny."

The three of them looked at the origin of the voice. The athletic handsome man looked at them.

" Papa look! I found mama." Said the boy who was named Jenny.

The man looked at Qiran from top to bottom.

" It's mama, papa... Look at her face so much like the wedding photos of mom and dad." Jenny said.

The man stared intensely at Qiran's face making Qiran uncomfortable.

" Yes you're right, she looks a lot like your late mother." Her speech.

" Hey man! She's my wife, so don't look at her with that perverted look of yours!" Said Bimo standing in front of the man covering Qiran.

" Om but she's my mama, she has to go home with us." Jenny.

" Meet me, I'm Haris." Haris thrusts his hand at Bimo.

" Bimo." Bimo said without replying to Haris' hand.

Haris pulled back her hand.

" If you are Miss?" Haris looked at Qiran.

" Qirani, Jenny's mother." Jenny Sahut.

Bimo and Qiran were made to gawk at Jenny's words. The two throw one another a glance.

" Dear that's your mama's name, papa asked the aunt's name dear." Haris ruffled Jenny's hair.

" Not aunti papa, but mama.." Jenny Sahut.

Jenny looked at Qiran.

" Mommy, Qirani's name is it?" Ask Jenny.

Qiran nodded her head.

" Well, Pa, Jenny said what. Her name is mama Qirani." Jenny said.

" Is your name Qirani?" Search Haris.

" Yes Brother." Sahut Qiran's.

" What a coincidence donk, your face and name are similar to my late wife's." Haris.

" Now we go home." Bimo clasped Qiran's hand.

" Yes, yes." Sahut Qiran's.

When the two stepped up suddenly Jenny's words stopped their steps.

" Why did Mom leave us with that? Does your mom not love us anymore?" Jenny's question made Qiran's heart beat.

Qiran went back to Jenny.

" Sweet Jenny, Auntie is not your mama. Our faces and names are the same. But I'm not your mama." Qiran.

" So it's true that friends say Jenny doesn't have a mom? That's why Jenny's friend no one wants to play with me. They think of Jenny as the son of the unlucky bearer, they're afraid their mother will be gone for playing with Jenny." Jenny said while crying.

" Dear you don't cry donk! Aunti so follow sad." Qiran wiped Jenny's tears.

" Did your friend say that?" Qiran asked in reply to a nod by Jenny.

" Then Auntie will tell them that Jenny still has a mom, but this time it's because she has to go home." Qiran.

" Is it really Ma?" Ask Jenny with sparkling eyes.

" Yes dear." Sahur Qiran's.

" Dear you what the hell! You're giving her false hopes." Bimo.

" Just this time." Qiran.

Bimo breathed.

" Let's samperin your friend's friend."

Qiran held Jenny's hand toward her friend.

" I'm sorry, sir, it seems that from today on my daughter will often trouble your wife." Haris.

" It's hard." Bimo Cibir.

" Your own wife offered me a man! So don't blame my son. But by the way I say thank you for the help, hopefully after this friend of Jenny's friend will play with her." Haris.

" Hm." Bimo muttered sitting on the garden chair. He looked at Qiran who was even playing with the children.

" It looks like your wife is very young, how many years adrift have you had with her? Must be over fifteen years."

Bimo stared intently at Haris. He could not hear Haris' words.

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