DESTINY OF JAMILA
5

One Week Later

"Mila's.... Mila's.. Get out baby..!"

"Mas Irfan...!" said Mila fear that can only be heard by herself. She heard the screams of her husband Irfan from outside, precisely in the courtyard of Mr. Mahmud's house.

This is the second time Irfan has come to Mr. Mahmud's house. Where Mila now lives. Since Irfan was tried and fined as much as 1 million, for the affair he committed. The man kept begging Mila to forgive him and they reunited. But Mila still felt hurt. So, she did not want to go back to her husband.

He was introspection. And is trying to forgive the fatal mistake committed by Irfan. So, he needs some alone time. He is learning to understand and overcome his emotions. Before forgiving Irfan, the husband. He tried to forgive himself first.

Anger, pain, and confusion clearly still enveloped Mila's heart. The feeling of being upset and unappreciated was still entrenched in his mind. That's why she hasn't met her husband. There is an intention to divorce, but because she already has children, Mila needs to consider it carefully.

"Mila's... Exit... Ii'm sorry. Let's go back home!"

Mila, who had not been able to sleep. Finally got out of bed. He tidied his hair and tied it to the original. He also looked at the princess who had just fallen asleep. Because, Salsa's daughter has been sick since yesterday and her body heat hasn't gone down as well.

Mila heard the sound of the door opening. That means Mr. Mahmud and Mr. Jannah will meet Mas Irfan. If you meet Mas Irfan drunk, there will definitely be a fight.

"Well what else are you here, Irfan. Mending you repent!"

Mila rushed out of the room. Mr. Mahmud's tone was no longer friendly.

"Don't interfere in my domestic affairs. Do not hold my wife and child in your house! get them home!" shouted Irfan with a stagger.

Mila who was already in the living room could clearly see the state of Irfan's concern. Irfan's behavior like that makes her afraid to return to her husband. There is a problem instead of repenting and getting closer to God. This is even drunk.

Irfan swung his steps quickly about to break into the house of Mr. Mahmud when he saw Mila was behind the body of Mr. Mahmud and Bu Jannah.

"Mila's.... Come home. !" Say it with a red face. Mr. Mahmud's hand that stretched out to block him in is now blown away. The burly man finally approached Mila.

Bruuggk

He collapsed in front of the wife whose heart had been broken into pieces. Moreover, his pain was increasing, when he was visited by Irene to precisely work. Irene was shameless. A pretentious actor feels zolted.

"Mas.... Don't be like this! this behavior of yours makes me even more unsure about coming back to you!" Mila dragged her feet back. It is not worshiped by Irfan.

Mr. Mahmud and Mr. Jannah were shaking their heads at Irfan's shameless behavior. Finally, the married couple did not want to join the mix again, after all Irfan can not be said.

"Yes, baby, I'm sorry. I'm gonna change. I'll repent." I miss you both." IIrfan was still sitting down in front of his wife with his face.

"Dad.... Dad.....!"

Salsa ran out of the room. Mila, Mr. Mahmud and Bu Jannah were very surprised to see Salsa who was still sick and looked excited and agile approaching Irfan. The atmosphere in the room was suddenly cloudy. Because the meeting of the son and father looks very blue. Actually Mila has no intention to distance her daughter Salsa and her husband. Only, he still felt heartache for the betrayal of the husband. So he was unable to meet, communicate with Irfan, in the near future. Even if he chose to split up and child custody fell on him, he would not forbid Irfan from meeting their daughter Salsa.

"Father's Son...!" Salsa sank into the warm, longing-filled embrace of Irfan.

Hu hu hu...

Salsa cried so much in the arms of the father she loved so much. Irfan who missed his daughter so much, gently stroked the child's back. Evaporates his longing.

"Dear baby, work dad!"

"Huhahh.. Work, not dad in these two weeks off work. Two weeks before I was working." Salsa chirped with confusion.

The beautiful boy looks happy now. Instantly a sad face full of sorrow vanished after meeting with Irfan. Salsa had a proper schedule of work for her father, who only worked two weeks for a month.

"Dear, I have a job out of town!" irfan replied slowly, he could not look at the princess, because she was lying

"Huh.. Dad, koq's breathing's good!" babble Salsa, close her nose at once and move away from her father's embrace.

Salsa made Mila, Pak Mahmud and Bu Jannah look at each other. Salsa's innocence tickled their hearts enough. For protesting against Bauk's body and Irfan's breath that stinks of alcohol.

"Dear, I haven't had a bath. Just got back from Medan!" Irfan again grabbed the princess' body, then placed the back of his hand on Salsa's forehead. "You sick, son?" ask her with worry. Checking the child's body. Irfan didn't want his son to stay away from him. This moment he would use to melt Mila's heart, to return home with her.

Salsa nodded weakly. Then he glanced at the mother who was standing next to him at a distance of two meters.

Irfan followed Salsa's halted eye movements to Mila. He then looked back at the princess with details.

"Have you taken care of, baby?" ask her softly.

"It's Dad!" Sahut Salsa. He embraced his father again spoiled. Salsa seemed to miss her father a lot. Even though his body and breath were stale and

Yes, Irfan is very kind to treat his son. Full of love and affection.

Irfan looked back at the wife who was displaying a disappointed facial expression. His eyes are foggy. "Salsa's sick, it looks like she needs me." He said slowly, his clear face looked flushed.

"Salsa doesn't need a traitor father!" suhut Mila fast.

Deg

Mila's remark to the point clearly offended Irfan. The expression on his face that had been squeezing was now stiffening and getting red. It seems like the effects of drunkenness are still there.

"Dad....!" Salsa was confused. Because of the tension between mom and dad. "Did Mom and Dad fight?" salsa asked curiously.

Huuff..

Mila took a heavy breath. It felt like the chest was getting crowded to see Salsa and her father meeting it.

"Mas, I'd better go home first. It's already night." Mila said softly.

Irfan who had sat down hugging Salsa, got up and straightened his body. He still hugged his son.

"home.. Hurray... We're home!" salsa shouted in excitement.

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