DESTINY OF JAMILA
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"Mom, Mama...!" Salsa shook her mother's right hand, which seemed to be in disarray. Her mother did not answer her question.

"Mr...!" now Salsa shook her mother's arm, which finally disperse her reverie Mila

"Huhahh... Yes Honey?" Mila leaned her body so that it was level with the princess. With misty eyes he grabbed the two little hands of his daughter. Salsa was confused and curious about the attitude of the mother, who looked sad.

"That's my father and Aunt Irene, what else is it?" back Salsa threw a question that made her heart ache and her chest felt tight to discuss it. He deliberately did not want to know with Salsa's question at the beginning. But, Salsa who was curious continued to ask about the video he had seen.

"Father and aunt Irene are doing sports dear." Answer with broken feelings. It feels like at this time Mila wants to scream loudly, because she can no longer hold tightness in her chest, over the reality that she knows this afternoon.

"By the body? Wrestling, ma?" salsa asked still with her curious face.

"I, yes, dear...!"

Graapps...

Mila embraces the princess in her arms. He cried when he hugged his daughter. Remembering that video really ruined Mila's life. Her dream of building a housewife with Irfan whom she dated five years, did not guarantee the man would be faithful.

The husband she loved so much. What she believed, in her loyalty, turned out that her husband had betrayed her. Her phone has been inaccessible to her for the past year

Salsa unraveled her mother's embrace, because she could feel that she was crying. Momentarily Mila swept both her eyes with her hands. He moved away, away from the princess. And busy making the bed.

"Mama cry?" Salsa approached her mother.

"Dear, mama's flickering!" mila without looking at the princess.

"Ma, that was my father and aunt Irene was not exercising "

"Hussein.. Already, already.. Don't talk about it anymore, baby. Mending now you take a shower!" Now Mila led slowly the child's body, into the bathroom in the room.

"Ma, Mama.. I took a shower with my dad. That's dad's home!" Salsa ran out of the room towards the terrace of the house. The sound of his motorbike was clearly heard in the courtyard of the house.

Sure enough, Irfan is now opening his shoes by sitting on the porch chair of the house.

Mila who was still in the room, tried to dampen her emotions. He was very hurt, for the revelation of the betrayal of the husband. He betrayed their marriage.

"Dad's pretty son..!"

Mila, who was in pain, opened her ears wide, to hear the conversation of the princess with her husband. He is also trying to restrain himself, so as not to be ignited by the flames of hatred. Not provoked by his anger that had flared at the heart, indeed, he hated betrayal.

"Where's my dear?" ask Irfan gently to the child. He gave her a kiss on the cheek of his mother Salsa. The father and son were still on the porch with Salsa.

"Mama's in dad's room. My mom is crying!" report the child staring closely at his father.

"Crying?" ask Irfan for more details. He also confirmed the position of Salsa that he carried.

"Yes dad, Mama was suddenly sad after watching a video of Irene's father and aunt wrestling was dad!"

Deg

"Heah.. Sport?" asked Irfan with a stiffened face.

"Yes dad, I'm wrestling with aunt Irene on the bed." Salsa Chick.

Irfan understood the direction of his daughter's words. He also rushed to the room. And Salsa is still he's carrying.

Arriving at the doorway. It looks Mila is tidying up the bed with a tight and sad face.

"Mil, Mila.." Call Irfan soft. For a long time she and her daughter were standing in the doorway. But Mila did not want to look at her husband. He was busy patting the neat bed with a broomstick

"But..!" greet Irfan again with a glass.

Mila's hands extended toward her husband. He gave the code, so that Irfan does not have to open his voice and defend himself at this time. He didn't want to talk to the bad guy. Irfan was stunned to look at Mila who was looking at him sharply. Satisfied at him sharply, the woman who was holding back the anger threw away her gaze.

"I already know Mas. I already know everything!" mila said firmly, Still throwing away his gaze. While Irfan who was still standing in the doorway, now approached him after the man dropped the princess from the sling