12 Badoets
Rolas

Today, for the last time Ika quarreled with her husband. Quarrels that occur repeatedly in a period of only one week. The beginning of the great debate between the couple when Ika heard the news of the death of Mr. Umar, the father of Wildan. Ika asked permission to come to the funeral home, but ended up being returned by the husband to his parents' house.

First love is always memorable, even hard to forget. Ika feel that too. He's hard to forget Wildan. Although as bad as people say, in the eyes of Ika Wildan is still the most sincere man she has ever met. Never once had Wildan been rude to her, both verbally and physically.

Although it is difficult to escape from Wildan's shadow, Ika still tries to be a good wife. He even helped the husband's finances by selling cookies. Orders online in fact quite high and make Ika become an independent woman.

So even today, cake orders are overwhelming. Ika had not had time to make dough because from morning had to argue with the husband. When his heart calmed down, he wanted to start cooking. But unfortunately the supply of eggs at the home of Ika's parents is not enough. Although the weather was not friendly, the rain was very heavy, Ika still walked towards the stall at the end of the fork. Who would have thought after returning from the stall, he even saw Wildan in the car with a beautiful young woman. Looking faintly, the woman took off her clothes in front of Wildan.

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Meeting with an ex who is still expected to be able to return while being with other women in the car, a thing that was never imagined in Wildan's mind. Moreover, the woman next to Wildan only wore a sexy lacy br. What an awkward atmosphere. Wildan lost his voice, his throat choked and was only able to stare at Ika while shaking her head slowly.

Ika turned her face. The pain hit the corner of his heart. Though he was well aware, he and Wildan now have no relationship. Ika grasped the handle of her umbrella tightly. His hands seemed to tremble withstanding the tremors.

Wildan realized, this incident could make Ika misunderstand. Regardless of the increasingly heavy rain, Wildan jumped out of the car. He immediately ran and took shelter inside the black umbrella Ika was holding.

"What are you doing?" tanya Ika tried to master her surprise.

"Eitherway. I just don't feel like making you misunderstand me" Wildan replied between the sound of his lips shaking in the cold.

"Many things happened today. Maybe if I told you too you'd be hard to believe. The woman in the car I didn't know. But he helped me. For a while I had to leave this place," Wildan continued staring at Ika's two eyeballs. The clear pupils that Wildan always misses.

"Where to? Both with that beautiful woman?" ask Ika lirih.

"Yes with. To solve a problem. Maybe I'll go far. Maybe I'll disappear. And maybe I won't come back either" Wildan said hesitantly.

I was shocked to hear Wildan's words. His chest feels burning. Ask in his mind, is this a farewell greeting? The corner of my eyes began to look watery.

"Destiny is like Ika. Somehow the thread of fate brought you to meet me tonight. Like giving me a chance to say goodbye." Wildan sighed.

Ika silent sculpting. It felt like leaning on the shoulders of the male field in front of him, but he realized they were nobody, had nothing to do with it.

"Oh yes Ika, one more. My cock is a champion, I left it at home. I left him on purpose, because I don't think I could have taken care of him in my current condition. If you like, keep Jawara. The chicken is like my own brother" Wildan said, forcing his lips to smile. I just nodded slowly.

"Iwl! Who'sis that? Very long time! I've been waiting, I've taken off my clothes too!" angel shouted suddenly from inside the car.

Wildan and Ika compactly turned their heads, staring at Angel. The woman appears to be washing her hair and blinking one eye. A smile flared up, biting the bib*r underneath. Wildan gawked at Angel's behavior. While Ika's face flushed holding back anger.

"Basic men! It's all the same!" shout Ika.

Plaakkk

"Basic Mak Lampir jerkkk!" wildan murmured after a while. He ran into the car and grabbed Angel's clean white arm.

"Whatchu mean? Whatdoyouwant? Is it not enough to see my life destroyed? Even you ruined the breakup moment with my ex?" wildan snapped furiously.

"Oohhh. ClBK niihh. Thiklek nyemplung kalen, weigh golek mending balen." Angel chuckles.

"If you weren't a girl, I'd hit you earlier" Wildan said grumbling.

"I'm trying to save your ex that's bod*h! You have to remember, you're now being targeted. What if someone watches you, sees you talking to your ex? You don't want him to come because of your saying that sue?" Angel pulled his arm, releasing Wildan's grip.

Wildan was silent at Angel's explanation. At the same time, in the distance a spotlight of car lights came closer. Angel immediately turned off the cabin lights.

"Compose! Someone's coming!" angel orders, pulling Wildan's body. Angel's arm was clad around Wildan's neck, forcing him to bow.

Wildan could now feel the sensation of smooth skin touching his neck. The fragrant aroma of the fragrant smell greeted Wildan's sense of smell politely.

Meanwhile, two dark-colored sedan cars were seen pulled over. There were some people who got out of the car using black umbrellas. Angel tried to peek, but was not clearly visible due to rain water flowing on the windshield.

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Mr. Anwar had just tied a wound to his thigh using a tear of his sleeve. He had trouble trying to move his legs. Looks like the quadriceps muscle has been ripped deep enough. With an age that is no longer young, Mr. Anwar may not be able to recover as before.

There were a few footsteps walking on the front porch. Two thin-haired men with burly bodies were seen entering the house. Followed by a man wearing a long-sleeved black shirt. A golden watch was placed on his left wrist.

"How's Anwar? You got that money?" ask the men the golden watch.

"You don't see this wound on my leg? As an old friend shouldn't you be worried about my situation?" sahut Pak Anwar indifferent.

"While I think our martial skills are on par with Anwar's. But you lost against the boy yesterday afternoon. You never trained your body. Different from me who is still in shape," taunted the golden watch man.

"It's not Wildan. There was a woman coming. Name's Angel. He claimed to be the son of Santoso," said Mr. Anwar set his breath.

"Huh? That can't be Anwar. Santoso has no daughters," the gold watch man argued. He saw a knife lying on the floor. His hand wrapped in black gloves picked it up slowly.

"You know Anwar, you're going to be a useful pawn for that old money hunt" said the golden watch man, grinning widely.

"What do you mean?" asked Mr. Anwar did not understand.

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