Don't Call My Name
Meeting The Husband

Chapter 31.

Zara smiled with relief after listening to Miranda's decision just now who finally accepted Fasad as her daughter-in-law. There was no visible lie this time, he judged so because my eyes were flickering softly. Signifying what he had just said was an authenticity.

“Why did Mami meet Facade without telling me?” Zara asked, “or Mami did come to my house secretly?”

A gust of breath was heard before Miranda replied, “Mami went to your house to pick up your clothes, because here there are no more clothes that fit,” Miranda shows her own body which should always wear Extra Large (XL) size. “But by chance Mami met Fasad and we decided to speak four eyes.”

“What does Mami talk rudely? He's angry big.”

“Mami don't talk rude let alone scold him. Mami just asked, what is your agreement before marriage. It is natural that as a parent Mami asks so, because Mami knows very well what kind of child Mami is. Your ex can be said to be very cool. While she?” obviously Miranda was waiting for him a few seconds, “you don't take offense, Mami spoke the fact, she previously ...” The old woman let her son find his own answer. “After she replied, Mami threw it again as a discussion. If the beginning of your deal is like that—ya, stay that way. Correction if Mami is wrong,” obviously Miranda makes Zara look down weak.

“It was true that Zara made this deal. But we never talked about separation after that, Mom. Mami's mistake here is too meddling in my business,” he said so.

“Once again ... Mami's sorry. Because yesterday, Mami also offered him a compensation because Fasad was willing to be kind to my son, maybe that made him offended. Indirectly, Mami kicked him out because Mami thought the task was done, and you will also stay here with us.”.

Zara silenced her mouth that began to sound sobbing again, “Why Mami could do wrong to the same people who have been so good as me, Mam ..”.

“Mami doesn't know she's good. This is indeed one of the many vices of Mami, dear. Mami can't trust the same people who are newly known.”

“She was angry with me, Mam .. I never saw her angry that much. Until he throws me into bed.”

Miranda eyeballs contact buy, “She threw you?” ask immediately, “it's already sane name!” his jolt.

“Do not draw conclusions before knowing the problem, Mam. Facade had a bad past .. He was sick and needed treatment. Maybe in front of people he looks calm. But if anyone bothers, he will turn into someone else.”

“Bring him to a Psychiatrist,” said Miranda did not want to say anything else. Because Zara doesn't want him to interfere anymore with her household affairs. Let him take all the risks himself. After all, very many hospitals are willing to treat fractures, he thought.

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Not having any activity makes Zara feel her body becomes more stretched. Bizarrely. Usually people who have a lot of mind will have a thinner body, but it is even better.

“My cheeks got bigger,” he murmured to himself in front of the mirror reflection. Currently, she was in her own house since three days ago, after her meeting with Facade in Nuansa Apartment. Agreeing Ardito's words, so that he does not meet him first before the Facade calms down.

“My hair is a mess, even though it will be noon to Lina.”'s house Lazy to wash his hair, making Zara decide to go to the salon subscription. Maybe because it's too late, so it's more crowded in there.

“Custom, yes!” he told one of the officers who used to handle it.

“Good, Brother.” The clerk ordered Zara to lay down where she should be, then started washing her hair there.

“No, anyway? Employees that I can call home,” sela Zara in the middle of the silence of the two of them, “lazy if only want to wash the vise should come here first. Pretty far know.”

“There, dong, Sister. Stay in the bedroom, my dear. The important thing is there is an addition to the cost of PP.” (Going Home)

“Why not from the first time, anyway, thanks for the year,” said Zara responded, then reached for the phone so that this woman recorded her own phone number.

“Lah, Her sister is just snacking now.”

But by the time Zara finished washing her hair and moved to the front of mirror—, among a row of people who were doing the same thing, Zara found someone she knew.

Vita was both surprised and reflexively opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, but it was canceled because Zara first asked again. “Tante often nyalon here too?”

Zara asked employees to move positions so they could co-exist. That way, they become easier to talk. After all, there is nothing wrong with being able to make friends with anyone more. Regardless of what has happened, everyone must have a past and there is no point to be reinvented.

“New several times, Son. That too was forced.” The middle-aged woman suddenly turned sullen.

“Ih, why Aunt?” Zara laughs. Funny to see this woman's expression.

“Tante is afraid Aunt husband is bored, keep smitten with the same beautiful students on campus he teaches. So Aunty should look more attractive and always youthful.”

“He couldn't possibly be smitten with another, Tan. Time yes run from a beautiful woman who has given him four children.” Zara learned all this from Rayyan. In the past, when they were still close and often talked to him.

“It could be, because the neighboring grass is always greener.”

“There is indeed a student who dared to seduce Prof Yudha, Auntie?” Zara asked again,

“Eh, make no mistake!” deny Vita, “Students now are flirtatious. My husband is often sent love letters!”

“But right, sorry ... Prof Yudha is old. Time yes, they want,” Zara still chuckles.

“You are, many reasons. One of them is to get a high value.”

“Hmmm, today's children are indeed like that. But later turn in teased back, he instead reported harassment,” according to Zara thus, then switch the topic, “Tante here alone?”

“Sama Si Bontot's. But he's outside, bored he said wait here,” replied Vita, “Zara himself the same who? Same husband?”

“Ngak, Aunt. Zara is also alone,” she forced a smile. Suddenly Zara thought, what kind of household is she living in right now? Having a husband is like having no husband. This is the definition of taking a decision before thinking, not vice versa; thinking before making a decision. The consequences? Definitely fatal.

“Sorry, instead of wanting body shaming. But Auntie see you're a little fat, what else is the contents?” Vita asked slowly and carefully, because this question is sensitive and she does not want to offend him.

Zara subcontracts, “Eh, no, Auntie. Maybe more eating, continued activity is also reduced lately, so a bit fat. Zara also feels that way.”

“Oh, cyraine. Aunt's son hasn't, either. How many months. Have checked often as well.”

Zara was silent for a while to think, Hamidah is not pregnant yet? Yesterday, in the hospital? What did he say about nausea just to heat it up?

Hamidah who has not been Hamidun, hehehe, Zara's inner being held back a smile.

“May soon be given a grandson, Aunt.” That's all Zara can say because she can't say anything else.

“Aamiin .. thanks, Son. Good prayer for you guys too.” Vita smiled and held her hand.

An hour later, they split up because Zara finished first. When Zara came out, she also had time to meet Zunaira who was still faithful waiting for her mother inside.

That afternoon, Zara did not immediately go home because she had to visit one of her friends, Lina who had just given birth. It was only later that night that he decided to go to Nuansa Apartment. Meeting the Facade that he thought was enough left to calm down.

Zara said bismillah when she was in front of the unit. His hands stretched out to knock on the door, until a voice sounded from within. The facade responded to him in a quieter voice than the last time they met.