2 Flower Stalks
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Insha was in her room that afternoon, playing on her cell phone and occasionally sipping warm milk she had just picked up from the kitchen.

It has been weeks since the return of Insha, he looks more resolute than ever, Insha is never seen crying again.

Insha seemed indifferent to everything that happened to Salma as well as to Hanafi. As if the conditions given to Hanafi is a game only.

He is more fun in his own world, he often comes out just to give pleasure to himself, just walk around, shop with the money Hanafi gave, try various foods in luxury restaurants, and even more, buy bags, shoes or more. None of this was done to comfort him.

Remembering again he will not be able to leave Hanafi, going from him is only in vain wherever surely Hanafi will try to find it with the help of his power. Reportedly the name Insha has also been recorded in various modes of land and air transportation as a list of names that are not allowed to travel unless there is approval from Hanafi.

It was all Hanafi did to prevent Insha from leaving again from his side, he did not want to lose Insha a second time.

Insha also can not be separated from the entanglement of Hanafi, because Hanafi always refused to divorce from him, even though Insha has been indifferent and at will Hanafi let all that and more obey all his will.

After weeks of returning home he also no longer saw Salma, notah because he was indifferent to all around him or because Salma who did not want to show himself to Insha.

Insha also knew that since his return Salma was moved to the back house. For that Insha also never again go to the park as before because the park was right in front of the back house, Insha certainly did not want to meet with Salma there.

That afternoon, why Insha suddenly wanted to peek at the window of his room that he had never done since he came home from his escape.The window of his room looked directly at the park, and the, from the window it can also see directly the house behind Salma.

Insha got out of her bed walking towards the window, in her absence the curtains were a little to peek at the back house from there.By chance Salma was in the doorway, and she was in the doorway, he looked towards the park with a smile while stroking his stomach that looks enlarged.

Seeing Salma who was in a state of pregnancy her heart was envious, she saw her flat stomach even no fetus was developing there made her heart shrink.

An impossible thing also because since knowing Salma's pregnancy. Insha never wanted to be in touch with Hanafi again.

Although every night Hanafi slept with him but they never did anything, Insha always refused Hanafi's invitation, as if he had no more desire for him.

Insha also gives distance as she falls asleep putting pillows or bolsters to put limits for both.

Hanafi was very tormented by Insha's behavior, but he could not resist it considering he had promised Insha would obey all his will as long as Insha did not go away from him again. While Insha himself greatly enjoyed his role now and more ignored Hanafi's feelings for him.

Insha herself did not know there were still feelings left for Hanafi in her heart.

Salma looked increasingly smiling as she looked straight ahead. Insha was curious about what he saw, Insha turned her head and found Hanafi who was walking towards Salma while lifting up a paperbag there.

"Hanafi is home.."

muttered Insha lirih in her place.

Hanafi walked closer to Salma, gave a paperbag that no matter what it contained and then stroked Salma's stomach there.

Hanafi's hand was silent on one side of the stomach and then a few seconds later he was seen smiling while stroking it again.

It seemed like Hanafi felt her baby kick from there, making her want to do it again and again.

There is a strange feeling that Insha feels now, a scene that Insha dreamed of long ago with Hanafi but now, her husband instead did it to other women, especially her own brother.

Insha did not know there was still love for Hanafi now until he felt pain again in his heart.

"Huhu..."

Insha snorted annoyedly.

He then peeked behind the curtain again, seen Hanafi and Salma now sitting on the park bench, while Hanafi opened the contents of the paperbag.

From his vision Insha can guess that the contents of the paperbag is martabak telor.

"Hmmm..ngidam yes.norak once.."

muttered Insha behind the curtain.

Hanafi who slowly feed Salma with the martabak, while occasionally smiling and stroking Salma's stomach again.They are also seen chatting softly there which is clearly not going to be heard by Insha.

"Huh.."

Insha saw her phone that she put on the bed lit up, but Insha looked indifferent and reluctant to take it.

He was watching what Hanafi was doing again there, his attitude seemed indifferent, but his heart seemed to burn again seeing all that.

"Have you never thought about my feelings in the least.and maybe this is what Hanafis do behind my back..."

Now a drop of water was pouring down at the end of his eyes.

Insha's gaze was again diverted to the cellphone that continued to light up there.

"Who called me..."

Insha approached the phone, which was still vibrating on the bed.

He saw on the screen the phone call from a number he did not recognize.

He will press the button to answer it but the call is over.

Insha looked at the screen again, already 5 missed calls from the same number. He was also curious, he immediately called back the owner of the number.

Tuutt's....

voice call connect tone.

A few seconds later, his call was answered.

"Hallo...Insha.are you Insha..."

a man answered the call, in a hurried voice and sounded relieved.

"Hallo.iya I'm Insha.this is who..."

Insha frowned, recalling whose voice was on her call.

"You forgot about me...."

But Insha could not remember whose voice it was.

"Whoever do you.I don't know you.."

Insha also wants to turn off his phone lazy to serve people or numbers that he does not recognize.

"Insha.I just want to ask where Salma is..."

"Salma..."

Insha was quite surprised, he squinted one of his eyes.

"Actually who are you.."

insha again.

"I'm Prass Insha.you forgot me..."

Instantly Insha rounded her eyeballs, shocked by the confession of the person on her phone.

"Back Pras..."

"Yes Prass.I'm Prasetyo Insha.."

Seriate...