My son is mine
Chapter 82

The funeral was held at the residence of the Triya family. His parents insisted that their daughter's body be buried in her birthplace.

The general does not want to argue, his heart still hurts, because of the loss of his beloved wife.

Evita herself felt strange when she did not see the whereabouts of her adopted child. The General's mother approached Salimah and Alawiyah who were sitting with the pilgrims.

"Where is Fitria going?" ask Evita.

"That's Ma'am, Fitria waiting for me" Salimah lied.

"Oh, thank God, I have a guard. Mother was worried because from yesterday the child was invisible," he lamented.

Luckily Alawiyah had already asked a nurse to look after Darmono during their pilgrimage.

After that, Triya's body buried in Alawiyah rushed to invite Salimah to go home because he did not want the existence of a longer Salimah would make things worse.

However, the Alawites knew that the Triyan family was aware that Salimah was their son's former honey.

"I'm sorry Mom. The patient general. Triya was calm there," said Alawiyah to defend her condolences to the child and mother.

Salimah did the same, she hugged the former in-law who always treated her well.

In between his sobs, Evita then said a word that made Salimah jerked in surprise.

"Mom hope you will return with the General and raise your children together" he said.

Salimah choked, her body suddenly stiffened. Evita then breaks her arms and smiles at Salimah.

Not that he had the heart when he was grieving like this and immediately asked his son to rise and marry again.

But Evita believes, with the union of Salimah and the General he believes the son will restore the spirit of his life.

"Mom, this is still an atmosphere of grief," Salimah reminded her former in-laws of their whereabouts.

Although Evita's words were quite slow and just a whisper, but he was sure someone heard his words, because it was seen that the Alawiyah in front of him also let out a long sigh.

"We go home, ma'am" Salimah said last time before saying goodbye to the Triyas did not respond too much.

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In the car, Alawiyah sighed again before saying, "If I'm to be honest, I'd rather be like Miss Evita's thinking."

Salimah gasped at the words of her friend. "Well! Meanin?"

"Unable to tell, the general was a good man his parents were good. Now there is no obstacle if you want to go back with—" his Jeda then turned towards Salimah and looked back at the road ahead there.

"Rethink again Sal. It doesn't have to be now, but I'm sure once things calm down, Ms. Evita will definitely ask her son and you."

Salimah bit her lip, she didn't love the general. That's what should be on the bottom line. The marriage was both for business.

Only Afnan remained in his heart and was never displaced by anyone.

"Rethink again. Afnan must still be the father responsible for Rino. Do not let your life back in a state of prolonged anxiety because of the attitude of his mother Afnan. You know the nature of that old woman!" grunts.

"Then the advice is, Miss's a lawyer, but I think I'm living alone rather than having to choose one of them" he lapsed.

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"How will Fitria be Al? It is impossible to lie to 0 Mother continuously," lamented Salimah back to her anxiety.

"Say the truth. It's also clear why you don't tell stories. Yes because of today's events" replied Alawiyah lightly.

"Mother's love ..."

"Hey just calm down, she's a strong woman. You have to believe."

It did not feel like the two had reached Salimah's residence.

Salimah only hopes that tonight Evita does not ask about the situation of Fitria. Because to be honest he felt tired and wanted to rest.

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Sure enough, Evita just returned home at midnight and the state of the house was already very quiet.

Salimah's morning was surprised by Evita who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen with Iyem.

Even Iyem seemed relieved when he saw Salimah coming, because Evita always asked him about Fitria.

Therefore, the arrival of Salimah in the kitchen makes it able to breathe a sigh of relief

"When are you coming?" salimah asked nervously.

"Every night, mother to mind father, abis tahlilan mother immediately home. It's also a pity that Fitria has to work. Emm ... I'm confused, do I have to ask Fitria to come to defend her condolences to Triya's parents' house what doesn't need Sal? I'm afraid they're gonna hurt Fitria again."

Fitria can't go there, ma'am. Forgive us, I'd better be honest, than this matter is getting wider everywhere.

"Mom" call Salimah slowly.

Evita who was arranging the side dishes in the bushel turned to look towards Salimah.

"Can we talk?" Pinta pregnant women are firm.

"What's wrong? Is this about what mom said yesterday? I'm sorry to put you in the mind. My reflex mother. You can still think about it Sal," replied Evita who misguided the direction of her former daughter-in-law's conversation.

"It's not Mom, but it's about Fitria" Salimah said.

"Phyria? Why is it the same?" Evita sat next to Salimah.

"I'm sorry Salimah Ma'am. Not the intention of Salimah to lie to mother, but the situation yesterday—" Salimah again choked, he was unable to continue his words.

"What's up Sal? Don't make me worry."

Finally Salimah also explained honestly the situation of Fitria to her former parents-in-law.

Evita was shocked, she held onto her chest and shortly fell unconscious.

"MOM!!" pekik Salimah and Iyem together.

Salimah cries hysterically, she feels guilty for Evita because she did not expect the woman she had considered her mother was actually not ready to hear the news about her adopted child.

Salimah contacted Alawiyah. Who else if not his best friend that he can ask for help for emergencies like this time.

New will ask the neighbors to help him lift Evita's body. An unexpected guest came in that morning.

He was Afnan who immediately entered when he heard a scream from inside the residence of his ex-wife.

Fortunately, Salimah's main door opened, making Afnan rush in without knocking.

"What's up Sal? Why this mother?" smash Afnan while trying to lift the body Evita assisted by Iyem and Salimah.

They laid Evita on the living room carpet.

Afnan rushed to call his doctor to be able to come to the Salimah residence.

"Then yes Mas," said Salimah lirih.

"No papa. This mother just fainted. What's up Sal?"

"I-I just told you about the situation of Fitria with my mother," explained Salimah.

Afnan took a deep breath. He looked pityfully at the middle-aged woman he knew was Salimah's former in-law. "I came here to tell you something. Police said they found one of the suspects. Hopefully, the case of Fitria will soon be revealed, Sal."

Salimah breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped that his foster sister could soon get justice. Although this is also just the beginning.

Before long Evita was conscious and grimaced feeling the pain in her head.

"Mother?" call Salimah slowly.

"Sal, I want to see Fitria. Poor boy, why could his fate be that ill? My mother failed Sal. Mom failed to look after Fitria. That kid must be scared by now. O Allah, what more trials have you given to the servant family" Evita's tears broke.

Afnan tried to calm Evita down, "Patient mother. The police are looking for the culprits."

"The boy's future is ruined. I can't imagine how she's going to live her life" Evita said.

"What happened to Fitria Ma'am?" ask someone who has been listening to them since.

Salimah looked at the man who had once chided her with the word unlucky carrier.

I don't know what other meaning he will get from the biological father of the child he is born with.

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Tbc