Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 136

Nila turned around, standing on her husband's back. But when he was about to step, suddenly his hand was held by Fatan.

"So what do you want?" ask the man. What an ambiguous question for Nila. Clearly what Nila wanted was her honesty.

Nila threw Fatan's hand quite tight. The man's hand was immediately detached from it. Then Nila turned her head without turning around again.

"Don't ask me what he wants, but it's obvious, isn't it, what do I want? Still just nanya. It sucks!" he said very taut, then stepped foot leaving Fatan alone.

"Darling, wait! I don't understand, we can still talk well" cried Fatan. His voice made the people who were there look at him.

Nila stopped her footsteps. He also had to turn around. Now the two are facing each other at a distance far enough apart.

"What makes you still not understand? Should I scream in front of you about all this?" Nila regulated her breathing. The sun made him feel more dizzy. "Do you, it's me who doesn't understand and you let me look stupid in my ignorance." He shook his head. His eyes were glazed over, but as much as possible was being held back by him.

"Yes, I'll explain later. You don't have to go like this, Nila!"

Hearing her name called, Nila's heart grew sicker. He immediately turned his body. His chest felt tight, and he chose to leave from there regardless of Fatan's cry asking him to stop. His ears seemed to have been deaf due to the pain that so tormented his mind.

"What's wrong with her? From the beginning of asking me to marry him he always promised to open up to each other. Was I too happy to tell all my past stories to him back then? I feel cheated. Less gentle what I try to be a wife. Or maybe he's getting fed up with my mood swings that aren't what they used to be. Ah, still he's wrong. It's all because of the Ocha! I swear, it sucks!" nila grunts in her heart.

To refresh the head and heart that still feels hot, Nila went into one of the cafes along the road.

"Welcome, what message do you want?" greet the cafe waitress who is standing behind the cashier table.

"I want to order lemonade squash, spagetty carbonara, mango salad pudding, same ... Poured tiramisu."

"Okay, is there more?"

"Enough. That's it."

Nila gave a debit card giving Fatan which was devoted to meet his needs. The cashier immediately processed the payment. It did not take long, he gave the receipt with the card to the owner.

"This is the card, please wait, yes" said the employee then put the two palms together and placed in front of the chest.

Nila smiled as she nodded her head. "okay!" He put his card back in his wallet, then looked for a seat near the window.

His view leads outside. See the people and vehicles that cross the shopping center area. But immediately his eyes became sad. Because Fatan really doesn't chase him.

"To be honest, I don't know what to do. What kind of revenge? But this incident is the thing I fear the most in the future. Can my son and I get through it together? Though from the beginning I received it as a life partner, I have netapin my heart is the same as him. Keep together, complement each other ... But now everything feels changed. Do I have to go back to Jakarta now? I really need some quiet. I don't want what stresses me out, will affect my fetus." Nila continued to monologue, thinking in the midst of a panic and strange feeling.

After her order came, Nila immediately finished it. Fill your stomach so you can face the reality of the moment. Although not tasteful, Nila is aware of the fetus that needs intake.

An hour later, Nila came out of the cafe. He looked towards his meeting with Fatan.

"Maybe it's true, he's back at the hotel. Did I go back to the hotel first? The flight's still two and a half hours away, maybe I can lay down the body first .... " Suddenly Nila thought again. "But if you go back to the hotel, the same time Fatan can not even go home."

Nila is getting confused. He finally decided to walk along the road. Nila satisfied her heart to momentarily dampen the anger that had since exploded by spending whatever she wanted from the money given by Fatan. At first the money just wanted to be kept by him, but when it happened, the idea came about.

Nila had been in that place for quite a while, but had not yet decided where to go. In the middle of the crowd, while beijing a Nila paperbag looking for a taxi. It turned out that the taxi he was looking for was not far from where he stood.

"They're empty, Bli?" asked Nila to the taxi driver who was standing while leaning his back on the car door.

"Yes, it's empty." The driver looked at Nila's stomach. "Where do I want to go?" tanyanya.

"I'd like to ask you to take me to the airport, Bli," said Nila.

"Well, ready .. ready! Please come in, I'll start the car engine immediately." The taxi driver opened the door for her.

Nila nodded then obediently went inside. Behind the taxi he will ride, there is a cargo box car is parked.

Without Nila knowing, behind the box car as well, a black sedan car just stopped. A driver got off the steering wheel.

Moments later, from behind the door displays a man. He is Fatan. The man deliberately rented a car for him to use as a means of transportation himself and also Nila.But unfortunately a thousand dear, taxi cars boarded by Nila have driven to the airport.

Meanwhile, Fatan searches for the whereabouts of his wife in the last place they met.

"Where did my wife go? I tried to call."

Not been able to connect, the voice of the telephone operator has already said that the number he dialed has been out of reach.

"Oh, God ... Why is the number not active? If until such a big problem, maybe the mother will intervene. Ah, I don't want that to happen" Fatan complained and tried to call his wife back.

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At exactly five o'clock in the afternoon when western Indonesia, Nila finally arrived at Soekarno-Hatta airport. He got down very carefully from the fuselage.

Nila let out a breath when she could step on the land of the metropolis again. The goal after this would be to go to the Wicak residence to pick up a few pieces of clothing, after which it was likely that he would stay at the hotel to really calm his mind.