Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 137

Fatan searched for Nila along the shopping street, using his rental car. Walk from the main point to the store at the end of the road and then back again to the main point. He still could not find his wife.

He's getting restless. Even so, he did not despair, trying to think hard. Long enough to be around the place, he finally left and switched to walking down the road to the hotel where he stayed.

Fatan deliberately drove the car very slowly. He did not want for a second Nila to be passed by just like that. But the result remains the same, nil. Nila wasn't there.

In the middle of his search, Fatan's phone rang. He immediately pulled out the phone from inside his pants pocket. The name on the call turned out to be Rusli. In his heart he hoped that the call was from Nila. Ah, but how could Nila contact him first in the middle of hato atmosphere that is not okay?

"Hello, Rus?"

"Hello, Boss. I just wanted to tell you, if I just sent you a file report at the end of the first phase of Elisha's mom."

"Oh that, okay. I'll check again."

(Tin Tin, Pip Pip. Yeir!) Rusli heard the noise of the traffic crowd.

"Sorry, boss again on the road?"

"Yes" replied Fatan briefly.

"Oh so apparently. Be careful on the way boss."

"thank you. Yes, yes, Rus."

Fatan immediately disconnected the phone. When she was about to put her phone back on, it rang again.

"Who else is calling?" gerutu Fatan then chose to pull over the car because the highway around it is quite crowded. "Mother?" his screeches while laboring to gulp when he saw the name that was mentioned in the call. With trembling hands, he answered a phone call from his mother.

"Ha-hello, Bun?"

"Fatan! Are you the same as Nila? Mother is very worried from the right to leave until now does not ngabarin Mother at all. Has he met you or not?" The woman's voice sounded very worried.

While Fatan is getting cold sweat. "Well, what should I tell my mother? If I tell you the truth, you'll come straight here to upset me." He monologues in a very slow voice.

"Hello? A fatan? Still hear mom, right? Shut up again, child!" omel Lalisa's.

"Yes, Bun. Aye ... I still hear. Patience, Bun ...." The man sighed. "Fatan's on the road, Bun. Nila wanted to run, yes this again I was asked for fruit," replied Fatan forced to lie.

"But the number is off too, is the phone off?" lalisa Cecar.

"Oh yeah? Well, I just found out that, because I left earlier Nila was still sleeping. So I can't check his phone." There is guilt from deep inside Fatan. Because he was too confused to answer, inevitably he had to string together a scenario while hoping that the problem between himself and Nila would not be smelled by Lalisa until the problem was resolved.

"Oh so. But if you come home later and Nila has woken up, please tell her yes. Asked by Mother, call!" lalisa.

Fatan shuffles hair that looks frustrating. "Yes, Bun. Okay." Okay." The phone was cut off by Lalisa.

Since only the entertainment show remained for the past three days, Fatan asked permission to finish early on the coach. Luckily Fatan could easily get permission.

Fatan immediately returned to the room to pack the goods to return home to Jakarta. Because the hunch said that Nila could not still be in Bali.

After packing, Fatan came out of the room to check out of the hotel. He had no more reason to stay there, following the training event until the end.

His thoughts now were about his wife, his future children, as well as the safety of his household. His little heart admitted that his attitude was wrong. It is because of the shadow of the past when seeing the existence of Ocha suddenly.

Fatan thought, "Didn't Nila read an email from Ocha a few months ago? I can't remember because I only read once."

After he finished checking in, Fatan sat in the hotel lobby with a suitcase he had deliberately placed not far from his seat. He pulled out a cell phone to book a plane ticket to Jakarta. Not only that, he also checked the email from Ocha back.

Both of his eyes immediately widened, because he was so surprised. "It turns out Ocha sent several emails and all of them were read. If Rusli doesn't think it's possible to open my email. Is it possible that Nila did it?" Fatan rubbed his face rough. "God! I think Nila misunderstood before I told her. Stupid lo Fatan, stupid! If this is how you want to find your wife where to try!" his gerrick. He blames himself.

The thing he had seen all along seemed fine. But apparently able to make his life companion have his own thoughts.

Without Fatan knowing, for Nila the reason to be silent with all that just want to keep her mood so as not to make her fetus stressed. But on the other hand, Fatan who turned out to be sensitive to the feelings of Nila who had already been disappointed.

"Definitely Nila thought, the existence of Ocha in the same hotel was deliberately. Jesus, God ... How am I supposed to do?" Many times Fatan rubbed his reddened face. The pain that had been felt, immediately disappeared and no longer felt.

"Mata ...."

The woman's voice caused Fatan to remove her hands from her face. He looked up and it turned out that the woman who was standing next to him was Ocha.

"okay?" mumbling slowly.

"What are you doing here? How looks so good. Where is your wife?" The woman sat on the sofa facing him.

Fatan took a breath. "It's just sleepy. Sorry, Cha. I have to go back to Jakarta." He stood up while putting his phone back in his pants pocket. "Oh yeah, I hope this is our last meeting. Success continues in your career. Bye." Fatan grabbed the handle of the suitcase and left in front of Ocha.

While Ocha who was still sitting was immediately flabbergasted after Fatan said so. "Do you hate that much as I do, Fatan?" he murmured softly then his tears involuntarily dripped. "Did you know? I was devastated when I found out you had a wife. My sacrifice of meeting you was in vain. Especially ... Ah, I didn't think you were that bad Fatan." Ocha cried gurgled while covering her face with both palms.

Amidst the fact that Ocha received, a man appeared and sat in the place where Fatan had previously occupied. Ocha kira, Fatan's back. But when he saw, it turned out to be a friend of one profession, as well as his best friend.

"Grammy?" the strangulation of Ocha who had not been aware of her face was still filled with the rest of her tears.

"Why? Really surprised? What's the cry here? Shame kali! It's big too," said the man, acting angry when he actually felt sorry for Ocha.

"Gue just glimpsed," elak Ocha then immediately wiped away his tears.

The man named Haikal laughed. "Mahaha .... Do you think I just knew you yesterday afternoon? I already know who the guy you just met, Cha. Anyway, you already know that he is married. Still being pursued. Please, Cha lo should focus on what your career goals are for? I think you should forget him. Watch out if you become an actor! I don't want to be your best friend anymore!" the threat is very firm.

"Well, don't dong. Okay, I'm gonna learn to escape my feelings to him. Will you help me?" ocha Sahut. The cry had made his heart more relieved, the presence of Haikal made Ocha moved to be able to rise from the past.

"Sure dong!" Haikal smiled with sparkling eyes.

"Without asking, I'll try to forget your past, Cha. And I will replace it with a new memory that is certainly the same I dong!" haikal said in his heart.

"Yes, mending us to the ballroom now. We'll soon put the stuff up!" bring Haikal. Ocha was excited.