A Cup of Black Coffee
Chapter 32

I can only sigh. "Who do you know from?" I don't demand real answers. I don't really care if Mom finds out about Hulya's pregnancy.

"Hulya had informed Mom, she said she was now in the hospital. You please pick up Gil's mother, I want to see your daughter-in-law," I asked for a moment.

I massaged my nose, dizzy, how to end this drama.

"I'm busy Mom, sorry, I'd better go here later" I refused.

"You why Ragil? I don't think you like Hulya getting pregnant?" guess mom.

"It's not so Mom, but really, I'm busy right now, change the weekend yes," I bargained.

"You are Bang!" reply my mother sniffed, then turn off our call unilaterally.

I continued the car, before I came home I was about to stop by a feeding station to fill my stomach.

While Hulya was not home yet, I chose to pack my things and move to the store.

My gaze was distorted when I saw a newlywed couple who looked romantic in front of me.

They just entered the restaurant. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought if it wasn't Azam then who was the man who impregnated Hulya.

"Sir Ragil?" call someone to break my daydream.

I was surprised to not realize their presence, "Pak Azam, Sister Sarah," I said back and greeted them both.

"Where's Bu Hulya?" ask Sarah while combing the corner of the restaurant.

"To the toilet?" continued.

I shook my head, "my own mother, just came home from the store as well" I replied honestly.

"Today Bu Hulya did not go to teach what, sir?" azam's question made Sarah throw an upset face.

Maybe he's jealous.

I was confused as to what to answer. If I say pregnant, I'm sure they'll congratulate me, which will make me feel even more sick.

"There's Mr. Azam's business" I replied at last. I heard he was just 'oh.

The relationship between the two seemed harmonious, probably because it was still a newlywed.

"Well, why are we joining here?" ask Sarah to me.

"It's been a while, we haven't seen each other in a long time" I replied with a forced smile.

We had a casual chat, a discussion very far from the name of Hulya. Maybe because Sarah and I were reluctant to talk about the woman so this conversation never brought Hulya's name.

After we split up, I drove my car back home.

Just arrived, my phone again rang, the name of Zahra Ma'am there.

I had to raise him, because five months into my brother-in-law, he just called me this time. There must be something important he'll say.

"Assalamualaikum Ma'am, what's wrong?" tanyaku.

Although I had no problem with her, but somehow she became affected by my frustration with her husband's attitude.

"Wa ‘alaikumsalam Gil's. I'm sorry, can you bring Hulya a change of clothes?" her door.

"Yeah" I replied quickly.

It turns out it's just clothes, I'll send it through the ojek Online only. I don't want to go back there right now.

"You're here, right?" asked Mbak Zahra hesitated.

"Sorry Mommy, I can't" I refused.

"Hulya ... I want to talk to you" he said again.

"Sorry Mom, I want to be alone at this time, and there's nothing I want to talk about anymore" I explained.

"But Gil ..."

"Sorry Ma'am, I want the Maghrib," I immediately turned off our call.

I set foot into Hulya's room, stopping there long enough.

After convincing myself, I finally went into the room that used to be the place of my dispute.

The smell of this room is very distinctive with the fragrance of Hulya perfume.

Nothing has changed, only now there is a picture frame of Hulya without me. This room won't have any picture frames, so I didn't feel sick seeing that little change.

My goal here is the closet. So I rushed towards the four-door wardrobe, which was now all covered in Hulya's clothes.

Some kind of lingerie color lined up there, I was even a little embarrassed to see that transparent outfit.

My mind wandered far away, since when did Hulya wear clothes like this. As I recall, his nightwear must have been satin-shaped pants and long-sleeved shirts.

It's normal, but I've never seen Hulya wear this kind of clothes.

Suddenly my heart felt a little pain at the thought of perhaps Hulya wearing this with the man who raised her.

But when? Hulya was always at home at night. Then came my bad thoughts, what if the night Hulya settles out of the house?

Remembering that we installed CCTV in this house made me immediately open my laptop to confirm my suspicions.

After I took a closer look, it turned out that there were three times where there was no recording on the screen. This is very impossible, if not removed by me or Hulya.

My suspicions were growing because it was obvious that Hulya wanted to remove the trace.

Damnit damnit!

It turns out that woman was a cheat!

With disgust, I went back to Hulya's room and put in a few pieces of her clothes, not knowing how long she would be there.

When I was about to put in her underwear, I was nervous, not once did I ever hold Hulya's privacy object.

But by being forced to do so. It's not funny if I send Hulya's clothes without her underwear.

Even underwear with strange shapes made me shake my head, what fantasy of Hulya's affair is strange? Until making Hulya must wear underwear that only shaped thin rope like this?

I returned the strange underwear and looked for something normal, fortunately there was still Hulya's underwear that I felt was appropriate for her to wear at the moment.

When I finished, I immediately went back to the room to clean myself up.

After that, I step foot into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee while typing the order ojek Online to deliver Hulya clothes.

Just sitting on the living room sofa, the knock on the front door made me straighten up again.

When I opened it, I was surprised that there was Zahra Ma'am who was suddenly at home.

"Loh Ma'am Zahra? Whose hulya is it?" not worried I'm just asking.

Then I turned my head forward looking for the whereabouts of Mas Zhafran.

"Who are you looking for? Mr Zhafran?" ask Ma'am Hulya who followed my direction.

I nodded confirming, "yes Ma'am, where is Mas Zhafran?" my many.

He sighed, "can Mommy enter Gil?" her door.

I let him in by opening the door of my house.

There should be no slander between us. We are only brother-in-law and brother-in-law is death, although there is no terbesit bad thoughts on him, but who can expect what will happen in the future. That's why I won't give the devil a fissure to influence.

"Please Mama" I replied.

"What do you want to drink? Let me make it first," I bargained.

"Geve Gil, Ma'am there needs to be the same you because Mbak sure you are not going to the hospital for between Hulya clothes," said Mbak Zahra.

"Didn't I tell you that, Ma'am? I want to calm down, please don't force me" I said coldly.

"Are you really going to divorce Hulya Gil?" suddenly tanyanya.

"Yes Ma'am, Hulya's son needs the responsibility of his biological father," I replied flatly.

He let out a rough breath hearing my answer.

"If Mbak says, that you want to undo your intentions are you willing?" said pleading.

Truly of all the great Hulya families it may be only Mbak Zahralah who is not the target of my hatred.

But when I felt she was no different from her husband and family-in-law, I retracted my words, she was just like them, sickening.

"Bak is sure you must be confused, angry and upset. But Mbak did not just talk, you do not know how cruel our family-in-law," he explained to me immediately nailed.

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Tbc