
Amidst her activities cooking special food to welcome her husband home, Dinda who forgot to tell him that she had come home immediately told her husband not to go to the house of mama because Dinda was home.
Just now the message was sent to Nanda, suddenly the front door was knocking.
Dinda walked to the front door. Friendly, Dinda greeted the guests who visited her house.
"Sorry, who is it?" ask Dinda when the door is wide open.
"I Son, would like to inform you that Mr. Nanda's mother's husband had an accident, now in critical condition. I came to pick up mom" he said with a sad look.
Dinda was no longer able to hold back the sadness of her heart, her body immediately collapsed upon hearing the bad news. And the Son deftly caught Dinda's weak body so as not to hit the floor.
Dinda was taken straight into the son's car. The car was driven by an unidentified man. The unconscious Dinda was lying on the lap of the Son. He was taken to an apartment 2 hours from his home.
Dinda also realized from his stupor, he looked around where he was at this time. This room is like a bedroom, it is very unlikely that he can be in this place. The last time he saw someone named Son in his own home.
Chequelek
"It turns out you're awake" said Putra, carrying a tray with a glass of water and a bowl of porridge on top.
"Son, where's Nanda?" ask Dinda who is confused why she can be here.
"Calm down, you don't think about your husband. You better take a break and spend this" said Putra as he placed the tray onto Dinda's thigh.
Obviously the Son's burly hand can be briefly in contact with Dinda's thigh. Although covered by a home dress that is along the calf, but Dinda still feel uncomfortable with it. He was a little jolted when the Son put the tray on his thigh.
"I'm sorry" said the son.
"Hm" replied Dinda briefly.
Just as the Son was about to come out leaving him alone in the room, Dinda hurriedly stopped his steps.
"Son, where's Nanda? I can't be calm if I haven't seen his face. I want to know how he is. Please Son, take me to Nanda" Dinda pleaded with. She believes that the Son is not a bad person, therefore she dares to speak and even beg the Son to be found with her husband.
"Dinda, once again I'm sorry. I can't grant your wish" The son immediately left Dinda after saying so.
Dinda wept again, but she followed the Son's command to finish the porridge before him. Dinda needs extra intake indeed, because there is one life in her womb that she must pay attention to as well.
Dinda who had finished her food was intending to get out of the room. He wanted to return the tray and all his used cutlery to the kitchen.
But when he turned the door knob, coincided also with the Son who wanted to enter the room. "Where are you going?" ask the son who made Dinda like a thief caught red-handed.
"I want to take this to the kitchen" replied Dinda.
"Let me go" The son took the tray in Dinda's hand. Again Dinda does not like if you have to come into contact with the skin of foreign men like the Son.
Dinda was aware of one thing, it seemed like she was barred from leaving this room. Although the Son did not tell it, but he could feel the meaning of the behavior of the Son who always checked it in the room.
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Elsewhere
Nanda just got to her house. Nanda parked right next to his wife's car. He saw the door of the house that opened the sign of his wife must be wanting to welcome his return.
"Dear Assalamu'alaikum" said Nanda upon entering the house.
Blank. Along Nanda down the living room until his room he did not find the whereabouts of his wife. Nanda took off his uniform for a moment and left only a thin shirt and trousers.
Nanda went back to the kitchen to find his wife. There, he saw several candles neatly arranged on the dining table but had not been lit. And he saw near the stove there were still cooking ingredients scattered. A sign that Dinda is cooking at the moment. But where's Dinda?
As a result, he found his own cell phone lying on a shelf near the television. Nanda who suspected that his wife was just working on it was not too dizzy. Surely it will be caught off guard because it has been hiding but not sought.
Adzan maghrib also reverberated. Nanda who was neat and ready to perform prayers suddenly thought again with his wife. Why haven't you gone too far, where are you hiding?
Instantly Nanda's premonition became unpleasant. He also prayed in a hurry.
After the prayer, he walked towards Jovan's house.
"Vans"
Tok.dok...
"Vans"
Tok.dok...
Nanda impatiently banged on the door of Jovan's house. Papa Jovan who heard Nanda's call finally opened the door.
"What's Nan?" ask Heru, Papa Jovan.
"The love is Om?" asked Nanda while looking for the whereabouts of Jovan behind Heru.
"There, just a second". Om Heru also called Jovan who was playing mobile phones in his room to immediately meet Nanda in front.
"Why Bang?" jovan asked as he approached Nanda.
"Sister Dinda's here?" asked Nanda anxiously.
"Yes not. Why emang?" ask Jovan who still doesn't know the reason Nanda is so anxious.
"Van, if you help me. We're looking for my wife right now" Nanda said, drawing Jovan to come with her.
"Bang, that's good. What the hell is this?" ask Jovan growled.
Nanda recounts all the events that happened when he came home until he began to realize that something had happened to Dinda. Jovan who heard that must have panicked.
Moreover, Nanda who is currently clearly worrying about Dinda makes him sad. Nanda is not what he used to see.
"Have you called the lo bang house-in-law yet?" ask Jovan.
"Not yet" answered Nanda listlessly.
"Basar bego, you call first dong. Tanyain, where knows brother Dinda there" said Jovan who immediately made Nanda like getting a fresh breeze.
"Well, why don't I think about it".
He quickly reached into his cell phone and contacted the in-laws, hoping that Jovan's words were correct.
But what? Not as expected. Even now Dinda's parents panic after learning that Dinda disappeared.
Jovan felt guilty. Because now Nanda is increasingly worried about Dinda who does not know where.
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