Marrying the Driver's Child
CHAPTER 5

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Mr. Faisol was in shock. His wife did not panic. Kirana is more in control of things. Rushing Kirana rose to fetch some water then smeared on the middle-aged man.

Ammar realized that he was facing an uncomfortable situation. Usually the application event is full of joy and happiness. But this time it feels stressful. But he had already decided, it was impossible to retract his words. Although he himself is actually in a mood that is no less nervous.

“Are you not messing around, Sir?” son said beside Ammar. Son did seem less happy with Ammar's decision that impressed the origin without careful thought.

“Do you think I'm joking about such an important affair?” ammar replied that he did not lose.

Eventually the two of them quietly dissolved in each other's minds.

A few minutes later Mr. Faisol looked more relaxed. The two women on her right left side are trying to help her recover. Mr. Faisol's breathing has begun to regrow. Ammar. But Son, still, was unhappy. His face the manager of all affairs was frozen.

“Pak Ammar there is something I want to tell my wife and I have to tell you. Can we talk for a minute.” Pinta Pak Faisol's.

“Certainly can.” Ammar replied firmly then turned to Son. “Can you leave us. Your job here is finished. You can go back to the office. Please make an invitation for the reception later tonight.”

“Ready carry out.” says Son flat without spirit.

“You can take a taxi online only,” Ammar command

“I know what I should do. I excuse.” Son immediately got up and left Mr. Faisol's house with a feeling of disgust.

“Ki..leave us three, son! Go back to your room!”his father's pinta was soft.

Ki moved from his seat. His eyes were asking. Without denying, he stepped into his room. Ammar looked at Ki's face whose beauty never faded. It's nice to see Ki submissive. That's the woman he wanted.

In Ammar's mind, Ki has no resemblance at all to his parents. But Ammar only dared to help without daring to ask about this. Even his facial lines are not as pure as the Javanese. Ki looks like a middle-eastern woman like her. Ammar has Arab ancestry. His grandparents were of Arab origin. Bapaya married his native Javanese mother. So this Ammar blesteran java-middle east. At first glance, Ammar's face looks like Maher Zein. Eleven twelve.

In the living room there are only three of them. Ammar, Mr. Faisol and his wife.

Mr. Faisol was confused where to start. So did his wife who was sitting next to him while looking down.

“Please Sir. What you want to say.” pinta Ammar after a few minutes passed but the man in front of him did not open his voice.

“What happened exactly?” Ammar is curious.

Mr. Faisol rubbed his face.

“Indeed we keep a big secret. For years we tried to hide this.” Until here Mr. Fisol's throat is choked.

“Does this have anything to do with Ki.”

“Iya, of course.” he replied slowly.

“Forward, Sir!” ammar pinta.

“Hope you know, Ki. very much keep his honor. If you do this, you don't have to worry. She's not just any woman. His worship should not be doubted either. Wakeful association. We took care of him from childhood. He is a very valuable diamond for us.”

Mr. Faisol's wife sobbed to hear her husband's words. He remembers Ki's childhood. Beautiful and many achievements.

“Lantas. What are you worried about?” ask Ammar.

“It's very heavy sir. Only men with a chest can accept this condition. We also do not know whether you will withdraw the application to our daughter, after knowing what happened. That's up to you, Father. But honestly as parents, we don't want Ki to get hurt.”

“Tell me Sir. I pledge. Whatever the circumstances, I will not retract my words. I will still marry Ki.” Ammar tried to convince.

“Do you really mean it?” asked Mr. Faisol as if he needed certainty.

“What do you think my Father looks messy?” reply Ammar later.

Mr. Faisol and his wife looked relieved. Then take a heavy breath.

“Behold Sir, actually Ki is not our biological child. The doctor told me I was barren, so we couldn't possibly have children. Maybe you can already feel how different we are with Ki. Even until Ki is twenty-two years old, he never knew his real parents. Because that was the request of his mother first.”

Mr. Faisol's face looked down as well as his wife's. It felt like there was a heavy burden that he released from his shoulders.

Ammar quivered to hear Mr. Faisol's explanation.

“I have to pass this on to Father. Because you're going to marry Ki. My father will be her husband. You should have known. We will not hide the origin of Kirana.”

“Then who Ki's parents really are.”

Mr. Faisol and his wife broke.

Actually, this is the part that is no less heavy to convey.

“Pak, quickly say! Didn't I promise I won't leave Ki” Again Ammar has to convince both parents.

Mr. Faisol couldn't tell. It just flinch. His wife did too. He wiped away the tears that were seeping on his cheeks. His face looks messed up. Powder faded. Blush on her ambyar. Ammar is confused. Ten minutes later, the man opened his voice again.

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“So..Mother Ki is a TKW working in Saudi Arabia. His face is typical Javanese. The skin is mature-exotic. With her beauty it certainly invites many men tempted by her. Unfortunately, his fate was not fortunate. When complaining of fate to the land of people, he was married. But her husband is not responsible. She often receives violence in her household. Unable to bear it she chose to work far away so as not to meet her wicked husband. Before leaving, she had been trying to arrange a divorce with her husband. But her husband refused to divorce her. After he arrived in Saudi Arabia, bad luck returned to him. His master's son forced him to serve his depraved lust. He desperately refused. But something bad happened. A few months later, she was declared pregnant. He decided to return to his homeland. Her employer doesn't know what happened to her.”

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Mr. Faisol took a breath. And so is Ammar. He tried to calm down. Flat expression. Then he continued his story again.

“My wife and I used to work at Juanda Airport as a cleaner. I met Ki's mother there. He looked so pale and depressed at the time. Then we approached him because we felt very sorry. After that he told me what happened to him. We invited her to stay home until the child was born. After the expiration of her breathing period, the young woman who claimed to be named Larasati was keen to return to her hometown in Banyuwangi. Before leaving Ki, he gave us a sizable sum of money as a parenting fee for his daughter.

Larasati handed Ki over to us to be nurtured like her own son. He said he would never be TKW again. He also asked to feel this to Ki, just so that Ki is not shaken. He also promised not to take Ki from us.

Zanna Kirana Larasati is the name she pinned on her beautiful daughter.”

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Mr. Faisol's breathing was puffed up. It was as if he had just thrown a ton of weight. His wife was still crying considering the events of twenty-two years ago.

Meanwhile inside his room, the Goal-goal Apocalypse listens to all of his past stories. Crying nagged.

Ammar. He's setting his breath. I don't know what he's thinking. Mr. Faisol and his wife await Ammar's reaction. Ten minutes passed without a sound.

Will Ammar keep his promise?

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Waiting for the chrysanthemum yes reader.