TELL LAURA I LOVE HER
WITH LAURA'S CONTRIBUTION

 “Iya, want to see the children there,” August replied while sipping his hot cappucino. “Close seminar about what?” ask August.

“Fashion business development,” Laura replied.

“Lho, about the child or what is related to the orphanage,” August does not know that the original profession of Laura is a designer.

“Hehe, my boutique business and I love drawing patterns,” says Laura. He felt comfortable talking to August.

“Wooow, I just found out,” unknowingly they've already given me you.

“There is a small boutique in Bandung. Not bad results can be made to buy su5u children regularly. Because if you only rely on money from donors, children can have trouble su5u,” Laura explained that the replacement does not run only from donations alone.

‘Gilaaaa, a single woman of her age even became the foster mother of dozens of babies with her own sweat results. I was throwing money away for women who knew no love for each other. Women who are close to me other than Julia just think cosmetic shopping and branded goods only.’ August certainly immediately judged how noble the girl in front of him was. Very different from all her ex except Julia. August promised to send money to Laura's foundation often. She felt slapped with Laura's words just now.

Until almost midnight they were there. Before they go home they make each other photos to put on their social media. So Laura made a photo of August with the man's phone. And August made a photo of Laura with Laura's own cell phone. The night view from Dago Hill is very beautiful.

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Shahrul pov

’He to Dago with whom until midnight like this?’ I saw Laura's post on the girl's social media. A photo of himself from a background in the city of Bandung from above, then he also uploaded a photo of two coffee cups and the name of a cafe in Dago. Ever since Faiza came home, I've been trying to call Laura's phone. But it turns out my number was blocked. No messages came in, let alone a phone call. I'm sure he was disappointed in me to see that trashy woman in my house when Laura came.

‘Female trash’? Why can I say that? That woman was recommended by my stepmother 2 weeks ago. Her name is Faiza Umiyati. The woman who lives with my parents in West Sumatra there.

I had already rejected my mother's proposal, but she insisted on getting acquainted first. ‘If not a match is okay,’ so my mother's message. Last week I agreed to meet. I took Nazwa and Fahri to the first meeting. That's where I don't like Faiza. He who knows I'm a two-child widower just focuses on me without bullying my kids. They are not greeted let alone taken his heart to be happy with the future mother continued. Obviously Nazwa immediately frowned especially with how dare Faiza was writhing spoiled in my arms as we headed towards the cafe where lunch was. Faiza let my two children walk behind us. Very different from Laura who is more concerned with my children when we are meeting 4.

After that meeting, my life was like hell. Every day Faiza comes to the hospital where I work, interrupting my work time. I didn't practice, I went straight home from the hospital because Nazwa had a fever since last night. When I was home, Faiza came straight home. I don't know who he got my home address from.

“Why did not come Da?” practice I asked him when he met me in my living room. He called me UDA, a call to the older man in my village. There was no greeting that he said like a fellow Muslim. Moreover, we from West Sumatra are very strong religion.

“My son is sick,” my reply is lazy. Please drink,” I offer the syrup my maid provides for her. Then I walked back to Nazwa's room. My girl hasn't talked to me since 2 days ago. Especially when she heard there was Faiza in this house. Nazwa is just getting upset. Apparently Faiza followed me to Nazwa's room. But just slumped in my arms without greeting Nazwa! I don't know what's on this stupid woman's mind.

“Assalamu’alaykum,” the melodious voice that I have always longed to be heard on my son's bedroom door.

I see my daughter very happy to see her coming. “Thank’s for coming. I really miss you Mom,” the woman I love immediately sat on the bed and hugged Nazwa with her love. Since then, Faiza has come after me to Nazwa's room without greeting my daughter. Faiza just came to me.

“Princess Mommy hurts what?” I heard Laura ask gently as she stroked Nazwa's cheek.

“Just have a fever Mom, yesterday afternoon I slipped and fell in the school fish pond,” Nazwa said. I don't know what Laura whispered to my little girl. Not long after I saw Nazwa sobbing in Laura's arms. I took Fahri and Faiza out of Nazwa's room. I knew the two women I loved wanted to exchange stories without anyone interrupting.

Below, Faiza directly ordered the maid to arrange dinner for her. This woman has gone too far. Just the first time to come home already dare to rule the person who does not work for him. I was very disappointed in my stepmother's choice. I don't know what my mother meant to send this thing. I'll figure out a way to kick him off my side.

And back Faiza acted the thing I hate so much. He took me out to eat without taking my kids. But right now I'm also lazy to call the kids. I don't want them to get hurt. I'm going to let Faiza do everything until I have a bullet ready to wipe her out of my life. I was choked when I saw Laura go down with Nazwa as we were about to eat. I'm sure Laura's hurt to see that I don't care about my kids. He must have thought I had turned so insane that I left my children behind.

‘“You sit down first, Mommy prepare your meal yes,” without greeting me or Faiza, Laura prepare food for my little daughter. I heard Laura speak politely to my maid to call my youngest son.

“You've eaten?” laura asked sweetly when Fahri came to her.

“Not Mom,” replied Fahri while shaking his head. Seeing that Laura threw a sharp look at me. I know he's so angry I'm ignoring my kids.

“Eat with Brother Yes, here Mommy get it,” Laura directly get Fahri rice and vegetables and fried chicken.

“Mommy don't eat?” ask Fahri.

“Mommy is full enough to see you eat,” Laura replied with a sweet smile.  After she finished eating, Faiza went straight to the front room, not caring for me who did not eat anything to see her behavior. I saw Laura rushing into the kitchen, I don't know what she was doing. He asked Nazwa to go to the room and finish eating.

“Sorry, I'm saying goodbye. Assalamu’alaykum,” Laura thrust her hand to semit. I held her fingers a little tight, but she did not care and went out of the house accompanied by Fahri. I still saw them close and Laura kissed Fahri's cheek gently. And it's great that Faiza doesn't care who's close to my kids. There is no curiosity or jealousy. If she wants me to be her husband, even if she doesn't care about my children. He should be jealous of another woman coming to my house. I don't know what Faiza's motivation was to approach me and what my stepmother meant to match up with this woman.

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