DESTINY OF JAMILA
3

"Know what?"

Although Irfan already knows the direction of Mila's speech. He kept acting like nothing happened

Mila finally twisted her neck slowly. Both of her beautiful eyes now look creepy looking at her husband, who is now slowly approaching her.

"Your tongue may hide the truth, but your eyes never!" He said softly, his heart suddenly drizzled and his eyes now felt hot already.

Mila quickly threw away her sight. She was so sick of seeing the expression on her husband's innocent face. After all, he could not help his tears urging him to come out. Though he had circularized his intention not to cry and discussed this in front of their daughter.

Irfan tried to grab her hand Mila who was on top of her thigh. Mila is currently sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm not sad anymore you're holding Mas!" Mila threw Irfan's hand. He also got up from his seat. Walk quickly to the window.

Irfan is back to Mila. And his hand quickly coiled in the stomach of the wife.

"Mas.. Release. !" with sobs Mila tried to remove the entanglement of her husband's hand on her waist.

"Don't be angry, there's Salsa here. Aren't you ashamed to behave like this!" Said Irfan slowly, he remains the key to Mila's movement.

"Shy..? why should I be ashamed? You should be ashamed!" With all her might Mila took off the winding of Irfan's hand from her waist. And now the beautiful woman was out of Irfan's embrace.

The atmosphere in the room was getting tense. Salsa looked frightened and depressed at this moment. Mom and dad had a fight.

Irfan is back to Mila. And Mila's back away. He even took a suitcase from the top of the closet.

"Mila's.. What do you want?"

Irfan took over the suitcase from the wife's hand.

"Return it..!" madly, Mila tried to grab the suitcase again. His face turned red because of anger.

"No!" Irfan kept the suitcase out of Mila's reach, until Mila couldn't get the suitcase.

"Tega kau Mas... You have ruined our dream. Ooh.. No, not our dream. It turns out that I'm the only one who dreams of living with you!"

Mila could not hold back her emotions anymore, whereas since then she had been trying to calm down to face this problem. But, in fact, he was unable to.

Irfan looks panicked at the anger of Mila. He can only be quiet now.

"Irene... You cheated on him. She's a mas man's wife, my best friend too!" Mila said with tears. Her chest became more and more painful, because her mouth said the name of her husband's mistress. It was hard for her to breathe, because of the pain she felt for her husband's betrayal.

Irena is a friend of Mila's. Her husband takes fish in the sea. Sometimes I go home two weeks or once a month. Thanks to Irene also, Irfan can work in a gold mining company. Because, Irene recommended Irfan to the company.

"Mila, what you're watching isn't what you'd imagine. How could I and Irene do that."

"Silent... It's been. No need to tickle. That's more than enough proof!" mila firmly with tears.

Irfan chose silence. He put his ass on the edge of the bed. He also had a glance at Salsa, who was now hiding behind the door. Fear of fighting with both parents.

"It's worth your makeup changing lately. Also the phone that used to always be lying so always in the grip even though sleeping. I was suspicious at first. But I have no proof. And now Irene's sending her own evidence. Ciiiyeh... You are despicable humans. I have no faith!" mila was upset.

He grabbed a briefcase that was about two meters in front of him. Then he opened the closet, stuffing his clothes into the suitcase with anger.

"Where are you going?"

"Where, as long as it doesn't match a traitor!" Answer Mila quickly. He still cries and occasionally pulls his snot.

"Ma..Mama!" Salsa, who had been hiding behind the door, finally approached Mila.

Mila just stared at the princess briefly. He was busy packing his things again.

Irfan pulled back the suitcase that Mila was stuffing with her clothes. It makes Mila upset not play.

"Aarrgghkkkp... Malicious.. Wicked you are...!" he used to hit the shoulder of the husband who was distancing his suitcase.

Irfan is evading Mila's attack.

The Hua... The Hua... The Hua...

Salsa who had been tense to see her mother and father fighting, ran out of the house. He was afraid to see his parents fighting.

Mila and Irfan are shocked by the behavior of his daughter Salsabila, who asks a neighbor for help.

In the yard, Salsa shouted for help from their neighbors who happened to come home from JJs

"Uncle... Please, my father and mother are fighting."

Irfan rushed out of the house. They do not want others to interfere in their household affairs.

Arriving on the porch. He ran towards the princess. Raised his daughter into the house. Without looking at the neighbors who have now started a lot in front of his house.

Braakk..

Irfan sat the princess on the sofa a little hard. The man was finally provoked by his emotions, by the behavior of the child.

"Sales.. Don't be ashamed!" irfan shouted at his daughter.

Irfan looks so full of emotion. He was also panicked when he saw his wife coming out of the room with a suitcase.

He held down Mila's hand. "Where are you going. We're talking about it!' irfan said after holding down Mila's hand.

With tears in her eyes, Mila looked sadly at Irfan. She could not look at her husband at this moment. Irfan and Irene's hot struggle continues to air in his mind. That makes him crazy.

"Where, just don't see your face. Quickly divorce me!" he shouted, stomping strongly Irfan's hand from his hand.

"No. .. There will be no divorce!" Sahut Irfan firmly.

Mila threw a glance. He pulled the princess's hand, to go with her. But, unexpectedly Irfan even held Salsa's other arm. Be them fighting over the child who is also in a depressed state.

The Hua.. The Hua... The Hua..

"Mama.. Well.. It hurts...!' salsa said while sobbing.

Mila is aware of their selfish behavior. Removing his hand from Salsa's.

" Let go of Salsa Mas's hand. Untie..." Mila tries to keep Irfan's hand away from Salsa's.

"No...!"

"Mass .. Don't be selfish." cried Mila.

The neighbors have now increased the number of watching the husband and wife quarrel. Shame seems to disappear, muted emotions.

"Nobody can leave this house!' irfan again.

" Please... Please. ..!" Mila was in a frenzy, screaming hysterically. He doesn't know what else to do.

"What's this?" finally, RT and some residents of the complex entered their homes.