Love on the verge of suffering
CDD # Episode 93

"Fa, can I ask you for a minute, I have something to ask you about" Lyra said. Not if there is nothing for sure Zifa wants to be spoken to, like that thought of Lyra.

The deg! Zifa who was cleaning her shop was immediately shocked by what Lyra said.

"About Mba Lyra will discuss what well, is it possible that Mba Lyra will discuss what I asked yesterday? Kenpa, I feel so unsettled like this. Then later if indeed Mba Lyra discussed what I asked yesterday, I have to answer what, "inner Zifa, he was busy with his own thoughts.

"Fa... Why are you even quiet?" ask Lyra while patting Zifa's shoulder plan.

"Ah, sorry Mba suddenly Ifa remembered that Ifa had a lot of campus work." Zifa hurriedly placed the clean-up mat she was using and placed it on the table. Zifa was also impressed to rush to avoid Lyra.

Lyra's right hand also did not lose to rush to reach the hand of Zifa who had walked a few steps away from her last standing temple.

"Just a moment Fa. Please, maybe you just need information from me, and I also honestly need your role to avenge my heartache. I am not a good woman so I can take things for granted. This heartache, I also want to make a lesson to those who hurt my heart to feel a little of what I feel" Lyra said, with a wailing look. Lyra knew that Zifa was trying to avoid her, which Zifa might have known was that Lyra was going to extract a secret that she might have deliberately concealed from others.

Zifa also grew curious about what Lyra was going to say. After considering everything, Zifa nodded her head in a sign that she did not mind if tonight she took the time to talk to Lyra.

"We just talk in front well, let no one hear," said Lyra, her hand to refer to the front page of the shop that there is a chair to just relax.

Zifa followed Lyra's index finger pointing to the seat in the front yard. "It looks better on top of Mba," Zifa bargained above there is also a place to just relax chatting together.

"Well wherever it is the most important thing to be able to exchange conversations." Lyra also followed Zifa's footsteps who first walked in front of her.

Zifa and Lyra were silent for a while because both Zifa and Lyra were confused by what they were going to say first. It was as if the two women were currently people who did not know each other so they were in their minds planning each other about what was going to be said so that tonight was not awkward.

"What's Mba Lyra talking about?" asked Zifa, who had been waiting for a long time, but Lyra did not say a word.

"Where do I get confused about where to start? Because it seems like what I asked you is a little sensitive, and maybe you won't be careless to answer it either, but honestly, I was very curious about what happened in your past story. I will ask and discuss maybe further with what you asked yesterday," replied Lyra, the purpose came to this place to discuss this so that Lyra would not buy time. He had to quickly find the facts that had been troubling him for a week.

The deg! Back, Zifa's heart seemed to have completely stopped beating with no hope and no gap for Zifa to dodge, because Zifa could have guessed that Lyra would have been able to relate one by one to the question that Zifa had yesterday raised. Wanting Zifa to curse herself and also cursing her presumptuous mouth.

"Ask what Mba, ifa so deg-degan," said Zifa, his heart that was anxious and also not calm on the pressure, so Zifa tried to relax with what Lyra might ask. Although certainly Lyra may be able to read Zifa's anxiety that is deliberately hidden.

"Actually the King and Queen whose child?" lyra asked, her eyes looking straight ahead. Lyra did not want to judge Zifa by her gaze, which could have been interpreted differently by her current interlocutor.

"I mean Mba Lyra asked what well, it seems like this has entered the private realm, less appropriate Mba Lyra who outsiders ask who we think is a prifasi," replied Zifa, in a high enough tone, with, I was overwhelmed by Lyra's question. Although it was actually Zifa's way of keeping Lyra from asking further questions, let alone offending her mother's former employer's family.

"Look Zifa, I am an outsider, but I have no intention of harming anyone in this house. I just want an honest answer from you. Because without you telling me in detail, I can slightly recount one by one the events that happened to Zara." Lyra remained calm, and continued to continue her words, even though Zifa did not like the topic of the chat tonight.

Zifa who did not like this chat, just kept quiet.

"I'll guess, the King and Queen are most likely Kemal's children if not my ex-husband's son, Abas. Do you mind why I can guess like this? it's all because I see a line of resemblance in Zara's children. Maybe you'd think I'd hate you and your two spouts. Take it easy I'm not that kind of person, instead I deliberately came here again to offer cooperation with you, and I can make sure this cooperation is a lot of benefit on your side, although I do not deny it I also feel its luck." Lyra's view this time was directed at Zifa who looked a little pale and thought hard to digest what Lyra said.

Zifa gasped in shock at the remark of the woman sitting beside her at this moment. "Ma... What does Mba Lyra mean?" asked Zifa, with a beat.

"I remember, Ara said, if I ever saw you at my ex-in-law's house. And the housekeeper who died at that time was your mother. Then Ara became pregnant with no husband, and from the face of Ara's child I could see there was a resemblance to my ex-husband's family. Did my guess match what you were thinking?" lyra, her voice is heavy. Zifa could be years old if Lyra also held back her anger.

Zifa lowered her head, and played the bracelet her mother gave her. Her lips were unable to answer Lyra's question, because what Lyra said was true. Lyra's guess is all right.