TELL LAURA I LOVE HER
NAZWA ESCAPED
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‘How should I explain to you if you block my number?’
I had to ask Nazwa about Laura. How could Laura still be in Dago? But the thing is, my daughter Nazwa is keeping her mouth shut. And I'm sure my little girl will be getting away from me ever since she found out Faiza came to this house. I'm getting dizzy. I'm trying to figure out a way to end Faiza's attack immediately. I'm looking for his social media account. Many similar names. I searched carefully for the name with his profile picture.
Bingo!!!
I finally got the account I was looking for. I want to know what it is and how it works. Because when my mother introduced her bio data mentioned she was an education scholar, a kindergarten teacher but deliberately came to Bandung because she would be introduced to me.
I traced Faiza's social media, in her bio-data written she has been living in Bandung for 4 years, not just coming from Payakumbuh as my mother and the woman said. She graduated from SMK economics not from college and had many photos of her while she was pregnant and her photos with a baby until the baby was 1 year old. There are no pictures of the baby's father. There is only one post that states that he has just divorced. ‘Free already from this bond,’ so the writing I read while showing a photo of an unused ring next to a hand. The ring that was not worn with those words was clear that the wedding was over.
Thank God I have proof that I was lied to by my stepmother and Faiza. She's not a girl let alone a kindergarten teacher. There is no educator and compassionate soul like a teacher in general. Especially kindergarten teachers who need extra patience. I made a screen shoot as proof. Turns out Faiza is still a distant relative of my stepmother. I'm sure they meant to take advantage of me like my stepmother set my father up to marry her. Fortunately, my father has always bought every house, land and car always above the name of my late mother. So before my father died all was given to us the children of my birth mother. My stepmother only got a motorbike and a type 21 house that my father bought as a dowry when they got married.
Actually I don't care about Faiza being a girl or not, just don't be tricked! I am also a widower. I don't care about the education either. Again, I just don't like being cheated.
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This morning before leaving for the hospital, I printed all the screen shots I got from Faiza's social media. I wrote a letter to my mother asking Faiza to stay away from me or I would complain to all my brothers that she and Faiza were trying to deceive me. In my village custom if it looks ugly in a big family it would be very scary. I'll send all of it using a lightning expedition a day until.
Before leaving I checked Nazwa's condition, his temperature was back to normal but he was still sleeping, I let him not go to school today. My hero is ready with his uniform on the dining table. We had breakfast and hurried off. I take the kids every morning.
Syahrul pov end
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“Assalamu’alaykum,” Laura said hello as soon as entering the house uwak Ganis who had become his residence as well.
“Wa’alaykum salam,” bik Sanah reply and wak Ganis.
“Neng, there's Nazwa in your room. Looks like he ran away from home. He carried a large backpack,” uwak Ganis immediately whispered to Laura.
“Astagfirullaaaah. Please tell everyone, don't tell me Nazwa is here if anyone's looking for him. Bik Sanah, instantly bisiki all in the parlor huh. Including mang Soleh the new security guard.” Laura certainly wants Nazwa to be calm before meeting Syahrul. He should know first the reason for Nazwa and the reason for Syahrul. He doesn't want to be next to heavy. Laura rushed into her room after having Asep drop her groceries off the car.
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Meanwhile in Bandung Syahrul was in a fog because he had just been a maid in his house told Nazwa not to be in his room. The maid only found out when delivering afternoon snacks. Because when delivering lunch the maid saw Nazwa was sleeping, then the food was only placed on the bedside table. When the maid was about to wake up in the afternoon, Nazwa was no longer in the room. Syahrul repeatedly called Nazwa's cell phone but the girl's number could not be reached.
‘Do you also block Daddy number?’ Syahrul saw that even his message could not get into Nazwa's number and Nazwa's profile could not be seen. Fix it! It turned out that her daughter was blocking it as well. All because of her stepmother and Faiza that unlucky woman. His children stay away from him. This morning Fahri had not spoken to him since Faiza came to his house. Syahrul only realized when he asked his son and the Son did not answer. Until he got off at school, Fahri just salim without saying hello to him. It hurts! That's what he felt this morning saw Fahri's behavior. Now the pain increased with the departure of Nazwa.
Syahrul slumped. 4 years he lived only for his children, now they are away only because of the arrival of Faiza. He's very unwilling. She never wanted to go back to the household because she thought about her children. When she starts to love Laura, she hesitates. But that doubt was lost when looking only at Laura her children opened their hearts. That's why she promised to be faithful waiting for Laura to accept her love.
Now Syahrul is at Nazwa school to find phone numbers for his son's friends. Syahrul contacted all of Nazwa's friends. All nil. No one knows where Nazwa is. And no one was contacted by Nazwa 2 days ago before he didn't go to school because of a fever. ‘Where are you going, brother? You have not recovered,’ Syahrul sad to think his daughter who is not healthy even went from home.
Syahrul came home, he wanted to find information from Fahri. Maybe his youngest son knows where his brother is going.
“Not knowing,” is just the answer Syahrul got from Fahri. Or “Not say.” the little guy doesn't want to say anything either. He saw Fahri was eating chocolate pudding that he knew said the maid Laura who made it.
‘Ah Laura... yes right, maybe Nazwa to his mommy house,’ Syahrul directly took his car keys. He felt he had a bright spot. Besides Laura, no one was close to Nazwa. Only that woman could make her daughter open her mouth. She hopes to find her little daughter in the warm arms of the woman she also loves.