A Love Letter from My Wife
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Satria came back to see her phone, she was waiting for a call from Santika. Actually, it was not news from Santika that Satria was waiting for, but from her little daughter.

It had been two weeks ago Satria sent toys to Natasya, but to this day she had not heard about her daughter's condition in the village. Of course it made Satria anxious.

Satria was afraid that anything would happen to her little daughter. Moreover, Satria knows very well how the characters of Santika and Martin. His ex-wife and her husband were both rude people.

Naturally, Satria is afraid that her daughter does not get treatment like a child in general.

Satria who felt sorry and worried for Natasha, she took the initiative to send some money to her daughter. He transferred the money to his ex-wife's account number and the transaction was successful. After sending the money, Satria quickly called Santika to tell him that she had just transferred the money.

"Where the hell is it? Why isn't the phone picking up?" ask Satria to herself.

Satria did not give up, she again tried to call Santika. It was only on the third phone that the call was received by Santika.

"Would you call me again? Want to ask for money? You don't have any money anymore, do you?" ask Santika ketus.

Satria just smiled in response to Santika's question even though his ex-wife wouldn't be able to see his smile, "Not that, I called you because I just wanted to tell you, I just transferred the money to your bank account. That's for Natasya's living expenses, after all Natasya's my son. He's still my responsibility, even though we're not married anymore."

"Where did you get the money? Nyope?"

"I work here, San," replied Satria. "How's Natasya doing? She's okay, isn't she? I miss him. Can I talk to Natasha for a second?" Satria asked a lot because she was too happy that Santika finally accepted her call.

"I'm not the same Natasha anymore. I'm busy, I'm closed first." The phone connection was completely cut off, Satria sighed softly.

She was eager to hear the voice of her little girl, but Santika seemed to not feel at home calling her for a long time.

Satria saw the clock in her hand, she rushed to the room of Mr. God because this morning Mr. God said that he wanted to take her to lunch.

Elsewhere, Santika is astonished at Satria. There were a lot of questions in Santika's mind about the money that was sent to him.

Santika was of course curious, where could Satria get the money from? But Santika does not care where Satria can get it. Now all Santika cares about is that she has money and can eat well and be cared for.

Santika was quick to return to his employer on the grounds that his son was sick. In fact, Santika wants to dress up and go shopping and eat well.

"Where are you going and so neat?" asked Martin who was curious when he saw his wife wearing makeup.

Santika is actually upset with Martin because her husband has sold some of her branded bags, but Santika is more scared than upset.

So that he still put a good face every in front of Martin.

"You'll come out for a minute, Mas" replied Santika.

"So you've been getting transfers from your ex-husband? Keep your money on your own?" Martin gets angry when he finds out Satria sent Santika the money.

"No, Mas. Just this time Mas Satria gave me money." Santika does not lie, because the reality is so.

"Continue now you want to do your own thing? Huh yeah?" jolt Martin again.

Santika rolled her eyes lazily, "I want to continue shopping at the cafe. If you want to come, let's go now." Santika picks up her phone again from Martin's hand and waits for Martin outside the room.

"Where are you going? Do you want to see Dad?" Natasya who heard her father's name mentioned, she became curious and chose to ask Santika.

"Mom's going with Martin's dad. You're at home, don't come. Later you take more nicotine," replied Santika no sweetness.

Martin is out, he pulls Santika by the hand and leaves the house to go shopping with his wife.

Santika and Martin are already in the mall. Santika bought some clothes for him and Martin.

After shopping, they went to the cafe next to the mall. Both of them ordered super tasty and expensive food without thinking about how Natasya was at home.

Martin suddenly took Santika's bag, he took more than half of the money Satria had sent him, "That's enough to pay for all this food. You go home alone, I'm done eating." Martin left Santika alone there.

"Basically, the husband does not know himself. As if he took my money?" Santika was actually angry, but she was embarrassed to argue with Martin in such a public place.

At home, Natasya felt her stomach hurt because she had not eaten in the morning. Natasya comes to Lusiana who is watching television while enjoying a plate of batagor. Natasya sees Lusiana a long time ago, to the point of making Susiana uncomfortable.

"Do you look around?" luzzana Sentak.

"Tante, I'm a laper" complained Natasha as she squeezed her clothes on her stomach. Natasya looked at the plate that was in Luciana's hand.

"Seek your mother over there!" Luciana snaps at the young Natasya.

Now, Lusiana's view of Natasha was very different, she was like a disgust to see her own niece. "Far away from here. Disgusted I saw you. It's dirty, it smells, it never takes a shower." Lusiana flicked her hand towards Natasha to get the little boy away from her.

Natasha cried so. It was actually what made Natasya cry, not the words that Lusiana put out. Except because Luciana did not want to eat for her who was hungry.

"This is what the hell? It's a storm." Miss Marni came out of the room, looking at her second daughter and granddaughter who were in the living room.

"Santi's sister, Mom, is not taken care of. I'm disgusted to see him, where he smells again, never showers. Mending I take care of her, make her emotional here," said Luciana while pointing at Natasya who was still crying.

Miss Marni immediately pulled Natasya's tiny hand, she took her granddaughter to the bathroom and she moved her small body using cold tub water. Natasha was crying because of Miss Marni.